by DJ Black
The lawyer was young and ambitious and all his enquiries had suggested that she was a hotshot when it came to probate, just the kind he needed. Although while he was waiting he couldn't help but notice her long stockinged legs descending from a short tight skirt that was barely adequate and loose enough to be respectable. Even before she stood up, he could see that she had a good figure, but once she did stand and turn for him, then he was sold. Many a beautiful women had fallen off Sir John's radar by lacking in the bottom department.
When she finally deigned to see him, he noticed that the designer spectacles were fake and that she was obviously wearing them for effect. A faux pass that he would take pleasure in dealing with.
"I have looked at your proposal, Sir John, and I am not sure I can accredit it," she began without preamble. Despite trying hard to seem officious, she licked her lips nervously. The details of the proposed will were unusual to say the least and since she had read it, she had been strangely affected.
"Oh, Miss Lyon, I am sure you can," Sir John said smoothly.
"I am really not sure that this is legal, it certainly isn't ethical," Kerry Lyons replied, slightly irritated by his use of the Miss.
"The ethics you can leave to me. As for legal, in my world possession is nine tenths of the law, and if you tell my niece it is legal then she will be forced to accept it." Sir John smiled like a Cheshire cat playing with a very tasty mouse.
"Sir John, I am not concerned with nine tenths, I only deal in all of the law..."
"Miss Lyon, has anyone ever put you over their knee and given you a damn good spanking?"
Kerry's mouth hung open and she could scarce draw a breath.
"Sir John I don't see..."
"A very sound spanking on your bare bottom until it was quite red and all your sitting privileges are put in jeopardy?" Sir John said, standing up and removing his jacket.
"What are you...? I mean Sir John this is most..." Kerry eyed the intercom button wondering if she should get help.
"Miss Lyon. Come here," Sir John said forcefully as he rolled up his sleeves and took a step towards her.
"Sir John, you can't ... I mean this is totally..." Kerry gulped and ran around so that the desk was still between them.
"Miss Lyon. Come here. I won't tell you again," Sir John said in a voice that could not be resisted as he sat in her chair.
Kerry took three hesitant steps towards her client before she realised it, moving as she did into the range of his arms. Sir John took hold of her gently yet firmly and tipped her over his lap.
"Sir John, this is ridiculous," Kerry protested.
"Oh so I am ridiculous now," Sir John chided as he unzipped her skirt from the small of her back.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked.
"You know exactly what I am doing? Something you have fantasised about since you read my documents," Sir John said with certainty.
Her skirt slipped off with little resistance as it slid down her smooth silk stockings. She wore her briefs over her suspender belt as was needful, he observed; young Kerry Lyon was a submissive in waiting even if she didn't know it. But then with Sir John most women were if he so chose.
"Please I don't..." Kerry breathed, feeling helpless and safe all at once as she was pinned half naked over the old man's lap. Then she felt his hand at her waistband and her knickers quickly went halfway to joining her skirt, only halfway because they stopped at her ankles, whereas her skirt was now on her desk.
"Miss Lyon you have a splendid round bottom and I intend to enjoy this," Sir John observed.
"You can't," Kerry gasped, feeling an utter fool.
But he could. The first spank was a surprise. The sting was not unpleasant, but yet harder than she had expected. Several more followed at a steady pace until the burn was all-pervasive.
"You seem to be aroused, Miss Lyon, you are not supposed to be enjoying this," Sir John chuckled.
"Please I'm not. I'll call the police," she wailed; the burn was beginning to get to her now, and it was a struggle not to cry out, although she sensed that the spanking had only just begun.
"Now we both know that that is a lie. If you lie to me again I will wash your mouth out with soap and send you to the corner."
Sir John was as good as his word and spanked on until her bottom was pillar-box red and tears rolled unbidden down her cheeks.
"Are you feeling better now, Miss Lyon?" Sir John asked as he set her on her feet.
"Yes sir." She sniffed as she cupped one hand to her exposed front and another massaged her rear. She looked around for her underwear that she had kicked off during the spanking.
"Good. From now on you are working exclusively for me. I never talk money, but you will be adequately served in that department," Sir John said dismissively. "I trust there will be no more problems with the will at your end."
He hadn't given her permission to get dressed so she stood still naked below the waist in front of him as he sat at her desk.
"No sir," Kerry said, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl.
"Then we are done here." Sir John smiled pleasantly, shaking her hand. "Oh and next time I come I will bend you over the desk and give you a taste of the cane. So see that the corner is clear."
"Sir?" Kerry gaped.
"The corner, you will be standing there quite often I fear so I suggest you get some staff who are discreet with your dignity. Call my office if you need any recruitment help," Sir John said airily as he left. "And Miss Lyon, get rid of those ridiculous glasses."
After he had left, Kerry buzzed the intercom.
"Cancel my appointments for the day I have to go home. I have something that needs urgent attention," Kerry said breathlessly.
In the years that followed, Kerry learnt many hard lessons at Sir John's hand and many lucrative and interesting opportunities came her way. There had been some hiccoughs too. Her secretary had resigned the first time she saw Kerry standing bare bottomed in the corner with a freshly caned bottom. But after that, corporal correction became the staple of her office.
Then the old man had died and the time came to activate the will.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Cecelia Worthington-Smyth was incredulous.
"Not at all, Ms Worthington-Smyth," Kerry said pleasantly. "Your late uncle has indeed left you 100 million pounds."
"Well I know that, you cretin, I mean the conditions, they can't possibly be legal," Cecelia raged.
"Oh I assure you they are." Kerry smiled, looking to her assistant for support.
The assistant nodded reassuringly.
"But this is ... I won't do it," Cecelia spat.
"Well there is the other provision of course," Kerry said reasonably. "100,000 pounds on your 25th birthday and further payments of one million every five years provided there are no more incidents during that period."
Cecilia blushed at the mention of 'incidents'. She had had three drug convictions and numerous charges of shoplifting since she was 15. Poor Cecelia had never learnt that the world did not owe her a living.
"I'll contest the will," Cecelia said haughtily.
"Then you will forfeit everything, and I assure you steps have been taken to defend the probate most vigorously. Furthermore, at the first whiff of a contest, the money will be distributed abroad outside British, EU or US jurisdictions. There is little hope you will see much of the money even if you do eventually win in court," Kerry explained. "Just between you and me the old man never thought you would take the deal. He said you didn't have the guts to do it."
"Yeah and the old fart was always right, wasn't he?" Cecelia said bitterly.
"In my experience, yes," Kerry said smugly.
"Whack your arse as well did he?" Cecelia sneered.
"Often and very, very hard," Kerry smiled. "It made me the woman I am today.
The assistant, who had been on the receiving end herself, chuckled at this. Kerry glowered at her and she fell silent.
"And what are you today?" Cecelia mocked.
"Happy and very rich," Kerry replied.
Cecelia stood up and walked to the window. Then suddenly she kicked the wastepaper basket in a fury, sending it across the room.
"What exactly must I do?" Cecelia slumped in defeat.
After she had gone, Kerry turned to her assistant.
"How many times have I told you to be discreet, Peri?" Kerry shook her head disapprovingly. "That was a sensitive situation."
"I am sorry but she was such a brat." The girl blushed.
"And so are you," Kerry said, opening a draw in her desk to retrieve a hairbrush. "Let's have your slacks and briefs at your ankles shall we?"
Peri's mouth went dry as she returned a pleading look. Kerry answered the look with a sudden rise of her eyebrows and a nod towards the aforesaid clothing.
The girl fumbled with her belt, slipping the lower half of her trouser suit down, and by the time her knickers had joined them at her ankles, Kerry was sitting on an armless chair in the corner and patting her lap.
The hapless assistant rolled her eyes up, and shuffled forward to take a familiar position.
The 23-year-old's bottom was expansive and deeply cleft, but tight and not too broad, Kerry observed. It was her backside that had got Peri the job in the first place. Although she hated being spanked, the money was good and it beat putting out for a living.
"Now what do we say?" Kerry asked, pleasantly patting the proffered bottom with the flat side of the brush.
"Peri has been a bad girl and needs a spanking please ma'am," Peri said sourly.
"Yes she has," Kerry said, laying the first spank smartly down.
"Ouch," Peri gasped, "Thank you, ma'am."
Kerry spanked her again, harder.
"Yeow," Peri yelped. "Thank you, ma'am."
Then there was a volley and Peri could scarce keep up with her 'thank yous.'
"Please ma'am," Peri choked, offering her first sob.
"We have done the please ma'am bit, we are on to thank you. A definite breach of etiquette," Kerry sighed. "Meaning?"
"Oh no, ma'am, I'm sorry please I..."
"Peri?" Kerry snapped.
"Ooh ... please cane me after my spanking ma'am," Peri wailed after some hesitation.
"Certainly," Kerry said, spanking her assistant hard with the brush again. "After we are done here."
"Thank you ma'am," Peri returned with a very long drawn out and very wet wail.
Peter Stone sat with Kerry on the terrace, stirring his tea. Kerry was sitting a little uncomfortably as the previous day she had experienced her new boss's ire. She still missed the old man, but Peter was shaping up nicely. He was quite a bit younger than Sir John and more laid back.
Peter was Sir John's former business partner and best friend. He was to be instrumental in carrying out the terms of the will if all went according to plan.
Both of them watched the maid busy scrubbing the stone terrace floor on her hands and knees. As she knelt, her short dress was riding up revealing her very bare and very red bottom. Only that morning she had failed to get up until almost seven and had then been rude about it.
Peter had plied the tawse for a good 10 minutes until she was quite contrite, and then had set her in the corner instead of having her breakfast.
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