by India Heath
"I've lost your mother!"
Graham Stone looked up from the laptop in front of him and scowled at Mia. "You've what?"
Mia Thorpe shrugged and bit her lower lip. "Well, not 'lost' exactly... I've mislaid her."
Graham pinched the bridge of his nose in weary despair. "She is my mother, Miss Thorpe, not a FedEx parcel! How can you possibly have lost her?"
Mia took a small step nearer her boss's desk but didn't dare go too close. Graham Stone in a temper was a man to be wary of. "Well I managed to find her at the airport..."
"Wonders never cease!"
"But the car was parked a few minutes' walk away so I settled her on a bench and told her I'd get the car and be right back. Only when I did get back, she was gone."
Graham took a deep breath and Mia guessed he was counting to ten. "So you just put it down to what? Alien abduction? Kidnap? How about natural wastage? Then gave up and came back to the office without her!"
Mia felt her own volatile temper flare as embarrassment reddened her cheeks. "Of course I didn't just give up! I looked for her... but she had gone."
"Well obviously you didn't look bloody well hard enough."
"Don't shout at me," Mia returned defensively. "What was I supposed to have done? Tie her to the bench? I was only gone ten minutes. I didn't expect her to go walk-about."
"She's an old lady," Graham pointed out hotly. "Anything could have happened to her."
"Well since she's your mother, perhaps you should have gone and collected her yourself."
"Well I would have done," Graham pointed out sarcastically, "If my incompetent little brat of a secretary hadn't scheduled our biggest client to a video-conference meeting at the same time."
Mia's guilty embarrassment intensified. Okay, she deserved that one. She had messed up with an important client and left Graham no choice but to make alternative arrangements for the arrival of his mother. Now, what should have been an easy trip to the airport had turned into another disaster for Mia. Why was she so destined to mess up?
Graham had banned her from drinking coffee at her desk (or anywhere near his) because of the number of times she had spilt it on important files or even the PC. She only had to look at the photocopier for it to start shooting out paper at a hundred miles an hour, covered in black ink splodges. She had broken two staplers, one calculator and four rulers in the year she had been working at Stone Enterprises. Oh... and lost the key to the filing cabinet... twice! In fact Mia was beginning to feel jinxed.
It wasn't that she was stupid or unqualified, she was just a bit scatty at times and exceptionally accident prone. She was surprised Graham hadn't fired her by now. Lord knows he had threatened to on several occasions. And that wasn't all he had threatened. After she broke the last ruler, he had promised he would break the next one himself... across her bare bottom!
When she up-ended a jar of drawing pins all over the carpet he had threatened to up-end her over his knee. They sparred on a daily basis and Mia could only presume he enjoyed the buzz of their stormy relationship. He sure as hell didn't keep her on because she was invaluable to him. And as for her... well she put up with his rants and sarcasm because, in fairness, she deserved it and because... because... she loved him.
"So now what do you suggest I do, Miss Thorpe?" Graham demanded. "Start with the hospitals or the police?"
Mia's eyes widened in appeal. "I think you're panicking prematurely here, sir. We don't know that anything untoward has actually happened to her yet."
"No, you're right," he drawled. "I'll just go about my daily business and if she hasn't turned up by tomorrow we'll stick a 'missing persons' poster on the nearest lamppost!"
Mia clenched her teeth together and tried to resist hurling a paper weight at his arrogant head. "There's no need to be so sarcastic, Mr Stone."
"There's every need," he bellowed loudly. "You've lost my bloody mother!"
"Goodness gracious, Graham," came a voice from the open doorway. "Do you speak to all your staff in that rude manner?"
Graham and Mia both spun round to emit dual sighs of relief.
"Mother... thank god, you're safe! What happened?" Graham rushed over to his mother and gave her a huge hug. It was the first example of spontaneous affection that Mia had ever witnessed from her boss. A small lump formed in her throat. If only he cared for her half as much. "I'm so sorry about Miss Thorpe leaving you behind. Are you okay?"
"Yes dear, of course I'm okay. And it wasn't Miss Thorpe's fault... so please stop shouting at her. I had to go spend a penny and I got a bit disorientated by all the different exits at the airport."
"So how did you get here?" Graham asked, refusing Mia so much as a glance, let alone an apology.
"I came by bus, dear. I'm not nearly as infirm as you think I am. I'm quite capable of getting about on my own, you know. Now," she said, giving Mia a wink of support, "Do you still have a canteen on the fifth floor because I need a cup of tea?"
"Mother, I will have some tea brought..."
"Nonsense, Graham. I'm going up to the canteen. And while I am gone, I suggest you make amends to this darling little secretary of yours. The child is a saint to put up with your appalling temper!"
Mrs Stone disappeared and left Mia and Graham glaring at each other like opponents in a boxing ring.
"You lost my mother... I'll be damned if I'm apologising!" he muttered stubbornly.
"I did not lose her and you are the rudest, most insufferable pig I have ever worked for."
"I'm the only pig... I mean man, you have ever worked for."
"That's not the point and you know it. You are continually obnoxious and arrogant towards me."
"Because you are continually an incompetent pain in the arse!"
"So fire me!" she challenged in fury.
"I'd rather put you over my knee and spank your bottom till you can't sit comfortably for a week!"
Suddenly the shouting stopped and they both stood nose to nose, staring at each other as though suspended in time. The atmosphere in the room was thick with sexual tension as his breathing shallowed and her heart beat a tattoo beneath her breast.
"So do it then," she invited at length, her voice barely a whisper.
He scowled. "What?"
"You heard me. Do it, Graham. Spank me. It's what you keep threatening... it's what I deserve... isn't it?"
He swallowed thickly and nodded. "Hell yes. For every ruined file, messed up appointment, spilt cup of coffee and broken ruler... you deserve to have your bare behind spanked." She nodded slowly and popped her small tongue out to lick her bottom lip. It was an unintentionally erotic gesture that caused Graham's groin to tighten. "Go lock the door then, Mia. We don't want mother to come back and disturb us, do we?"
She did as instructed and then turned to see that he had seated himself on the corner of his desk, one foot firmly on the floor while the other leg was hooked over the oak wood corner and providing a strong stretch of thigh for her to lie across. She gulped nervously.
"You called me, Mia?"
"Miss Thorpe sounds a tad too formal, given that in a minute you are going to be bare bottom up over my knee!"
Colour exploded in her cheeks. "Maybe I should leave my knickers on?"
"Uh uh," he drawled. "I only spank naughty young ladies on their bare bottoms. Take your panties down, Mia." Mia's hands trembled with nervous excitement as she wriggled her tight little skirt up passed her hips and eased her white cotton panties down to just below her bottom cheeks. Graham folded his arms and cast her a dry look. "Lower I think." She closed her eyes as delicious butterflies of arousal fluttered in her tummy... and then she tugged the scrap of cotton down to mid-thigh. "Now come here."
She edged closer until his breath fanned her warm face. He unfolded his arms and his long fingers went to her panties, where he teasingly drew them further down, inch by torturous inch, until he allowed them to drop in a small puddle at her feet. "Step out," he ordered.
Mia wasn't sure if she was going to orgasm or faint! She had never felt so sexually charged in her whole life. Obediently, she lifted out one small foot and then used the other to flick the panties aside. He smiled. "If only you were half as efficient at carrying out all my instructions. You wouldn't need to have your pretty little bottom smacked at all... would you?"
Mia didn't reply. She couldn't! She was beyond words... beyond coherent thought.
He patted his thigh. "Over you come." Mia leaned forward and draped her curvy little body across his knee. She felt his hands span her waist and lift her further over until her feet left the floor and she was literally suspended over his muscled thigh. Her bare bottom was perched high in the air, her buttocks slightly parted by the acute bend of her body. His calloused palm gently rubbed across the expanse of pale quivering flesh. When his index finger traced the valley of her bottom cheeks, skimming her tight little rose, she shivered in response and instinctively parted her thighs in invitation.
He chuckled. "Naughty little girls don't deserve pleasure, do they Mia?"
"No, sir."
"What do they deserve?"
She swallowed down a wave of humiliation. "They... they deserve punishment."
"Indeed. They deserve to have their mischievous little bottoms tanned, don't they?"
She nodded and then gasped when a sharp smack landed on her right cheek. "Answer me properly, Miss Thorpe."
"Yes, sir! Yes. I need to be spanked. I want you to spank me."
"It will be my pleasure," he assured her dryly and his hold on her waist tightened.
Mia wasn't sure if Graham spanked women on a regular basis but boy was he good at it! His open palm ignited a fire in her bottom from the very first slap. His heavy hand alternated between her two vulnerable cheeks, painting them both bright red in a matter of minutes. The tempo of his smacks varied so that she had no idea exactly where or when each one would land. She could barely catch her breath as the sting intensified.
She bit on her fist in an attempt to stem her cries of pain. Anyone walking the corridor outside could surely hear the crisp distinctive sound of hand on bare flesh? To hear her cries would only confirm that she was having her bottom spanked. It was too humiliating to consider. But while she was just about managing to stay silent, she sure as hell couldn't stay still. She wriggled and squirmed like a little eel across his lap. Her legs kicked, her feet flapped, her hips twisted and her bare bottom jiggled with every smack.
Graham could feel the heat radiating from her sore bottom as well as the moist heat from her pussy, pressed against his thigh. God, she was stunning.
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