by Jillian Chandler
"Wouldn't the employees at Mogollon Financial be shocked to see me like this," mused Jade Chen silently as she stood in the corner with her nose firmly touching the walls. She was dressed in a white, short-sleeved blouse and tiny red plaid skirt, though that skirt was tucked up into its waistband to reveal her bottom. And, it was revealed, as Miss Chen's white cotton panties were puddled about her ankles, causing her pristine bottom to be well displayed.
Still musing to herself, Jade knew the staff at Mogollon Financial would find her current circumstance impossible to imagine. Miss Chen was a high powered and demanding executive of the Investment Division at Mogollon Financial. Her office demeanor had earned her several nicknames, always uttered behind her back and never to her face though she was well aware of them. The 'Bamboo Dragon' was her favorite though she had heard of 'Madame Dragon', 'Bamboo Bitch', 'Genghis Chen' and several other colorful, if coarse, appellations.
"Come to me now, little girl," she heard the familiar masculine voice call out to her. She had to turn and walk over to him, but with her panties at her ankles she had to take small mincing steps. Keeping her eyes to the ground, it was all too reminiscent of the stereotypical Oriental woman wearing a restrictively tight dress and wooden sandals. She found it shaming, not just because of the shuffling, mincing, steps, but because she did so with her skirt tucked up and panties down to make her bottom bare and available for the spanking that was just about to happen.
Looking down, she stood just to the right of the seated man and meekly said, "I'm sorry, Daddy!"
His reply was warm and kindly, but not unexpected. "I know you are, baby doll, but you have earned this spanking and you are about to reap what you have sown. Over my lap, please. Let's get this unpleasant business behind us."
She slowly lowered herself into position across his lap and waited for the spanking to begin. But, maybe we are getting just a bit ahead of ourselves and should explain how we got to this point. How could anyone anticipate such a scene? Jade Chen was a 28-year-old woman, the youngest (and arguably the smartest) President of any division at Mogollon Financial. What anyone knew of her was that she was dynamic and demanding; a woman who ruthlessly pursued her goals; and the last person you wanted to cross or disappoint. Anyone, that is, other than the man who now had Jade Chen draped submissively over his lap with her bottom bared waiting for ... and fully expecting ... a hot, stinging spanking.
Despite having been born in the United States, Jade spoke fluent Mandarin and was easily conversant in several other oriental languages. Her parents had instilled a strong understanding and appreciation of her Chinese heritage and Jade was well versed in the Sheng Xiao or Chinese Zodiac. As she lay across the man's lap it was in the Year of the Sheep ... a fact that her wry sense of humor appreciated. She would certainly have felt like a sheep being led to the slaughter, but she was more focused on the reason she was in that position. To understand that, we have to go back to the Year of the Horse ... a few months earlier.
Some Months Earlier
Jade had carefully chosen her attire that morning and approved of what she saw in the mirror. She had all of her office attire custom made in Hong Kong. She smiled into the mirror as she thought of that term, 'custom made'. Her very Chinese tailor would use the very British term, 'bespoke' and was usually upset with anyone who used the wrong term. Jade's tailor visited the USA twice a year to see her as well as several other well-heeled clients. However, he could make - and ship - anything Miss Chen needed virtually overnight. There were times he was put to the test.
But she was a good, if demanding, customer and the tailor from Hong Kong could whip up anything from the latest high fashions (his product was virtually indistinguishable from any major designer) to the occasional request from Jade for a cheongsam, or traditional Chinese dress, to an ao dai, the Vietnamese pantsuit with a long flowing top. Jade never wore a Japanese kimono in deference to her parent's deep-seated dislike of the Japanese. Her parents had passed years earlier, but she honored them by maintaining certain biases and traditions in which they had fervently believed.
This morning, Jade wore a tastefully revealing suit of shimmering gray silk. There was a hint of a pattern in the material that made up the jacket and skirt, both of which were exactly tailored to conform to her body. The skirt was slit high in back, a necessity owing to the tightness of its fit and the length that extended to just below her knees. She wore a navy blue silk blouse beneath the jacket, one that she knew her boss enjoyed. It was deeply plunging, but revealed no décolletage unless she made a specific move... at the right moment, she would give her boss a quick peek of her unfettered breasts beneath the blouse ... it always made him stutter for just a second and she loved the subliminal control that moment always gave her over him.
Picked up, as usual, by a company-provided limousine, Jade scanned the front section of the newspaper and made a few mental notes. When the driver stopped at her offices, he jumped out and held the car door for her. Elegantly exiting the back seat, Jade noted the appreciative stares of passers-by though she did not acknowledge them. She quickly disappeared into the big building with a click, click, clacking of her four-inch high heels.
As the elevator door opened onto her floor, Jade stepped out and also noted the sudden change in the early morning demeanor of the office staff. Heads quickly ducked down, furtively returning to or feigning important work. She strode purposefully through the office to her own private office on the far corner. There were occasional greetings from the brave ... and sometimes, the foolhardy.
"Good morning, Miss Chen."
"Good morning, Andrew."
"Good morning, Miss Chen."
"Good morning, Felicity. I hope your report is ready and on my desk."
Felicity ducked down to redouble her efforts. The report was going to be just a little late, but she was counting on the 'big meeting' Jade had that morning to hide the fact.
"Good morning, Miss Chen."
She stopped suddenly, but did not turn around even though the greeting had come from behind her. Even the slight buzz of the office ceased ... her sudden stop was not a good sign. "Didn't I fire you, Samuel?" she asked, still turned away from the voice.
"N-n-no, Ma'am," was his faint reply.
"Hmmm ..." she mused. "Maybe that's because I planned to do so today. Let's try to avoid that, shall we? You can do so by making certain your recommendations about Wentworth Industries is spot on."
Her journey through the office continued even as the flustered Samuel stammered, "Yes, M-Ma'am."
Jade's memory was legendary. She could remember every face and every voice in her Division and knew what they were working on. She never failed that anyone could recall, and even if they could recall an instance, they all knew better than to mention it. More impressively, she knew by sight and name almost every other employee in the entirety of Mogollon Financial. Once she met you, you were on her radar.
As she approached her own office, she heard, "Good morning, Jade. Is there anything you need before you go up to see Mr. Maier?" This query came from the one person on the floor who dared to call her by her first name, and lived to do so again.
"I think I've got everything I need, Joshua," she replied, turning to give the man her first smile since entering the building. "Thank you for asking. After I review everything, there may be a last minute item or two."
"Very well." He smiled back. "Let me know, and if I don't see you before you go up there, good luck."
Jade almost unleashed her standard tirade about the futility of trusting to luck in their business, but she swallowed the temptation. Instead, she simply said, "Thank you." As she disappeared into her office she called back, "Just please don't tell me to 'break a leg'."
Joshua said nothing as she stepped past the threshold to her office, though he did shake his head.
Sitting behind her massive mahogany desk, Jade scanned the piles her administrative assistant had made for her. They ranged from critical to nonsense in piles left to right. But on the far left, past the 'critical' pile was a cup of coffee with its steam rising in lazy circles from its porcelain rim. She took a quick sip, and then made even quicker work of the stacks of paper on her desk.
In her first 30 minutes, Jade had dispensed with all the pending paperwork, either approving or denying requests, or routing the items to (and often, back to) various staffers with notes written indicating what needed to be done. At almost exactly 30 minutes after she sat down, Jade emptied the coffee cup, looked up and saw her assistant, Peggy, whisking in through the office door.
Jade shook her head. "I still think you have some spy camera in here to know when I've gotten through the early morning mess," she said to her assistant.
"No, Ma'am; no camera," Peggy said brightly, adding, "But if I tell you my trick, you will work around it and you will cease to be amazed by my efficiency."
"You do realize, Peggy," Jade said with arched eyebrows and piercing glare, "I could drive bamboo splinters under your finger nails and make you talk."
Peggy shook her head. "Not a good idea. That would only confirm what half the office believes is true."
To which, Jade replied, "And what the other half worries might be true!" Then the two women shared a short laugh. It was their morning routine and Jade knew instantly that all was right with the world once that little joke was shared.
Peggy then sat a pile of folders down on her boss's desk. "These are the back-up reports you wanted to review with the online financials before you go up to see Mr. Maier. Do you need anything else?"
Shaking her head, Jade said, "Not right now. Just please close my door on the way out and keep me from being disturbed. I want to be on top of my game."
Peggy walked out of the office, turned to pull the door closed and said, "You? NOT on top of your game? Impossible!"
Later that morning, Jade was seated on a sofa in the office of Mr. Maier, Chairman of Mogollon Financial. Maier had his coffee refreshed and Jade took a bottle of water from his assistant and waited for the Chairman to join her by sitting in the big leather chair that was offset to the sofa where she sat. It was his chair, and everyone knew it, and thus avoided sitting in it. As his office door closed, Mr. Maier rose with his coffee in hand and came to sit in his chair as he placed the coffee on the low table in front of him.
"I know you're a no nonsense woman, Jade," he said by way of opening the conversation, "so let me get right down to it. I've got some good news and some bad news ... no, wait ... let me rephrase that last part. I've got some good news and an opportunity."
"Well, that certainly is a statement that gets one's attention," she noted wryly.
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