“I just...I don’t know....is that even legal?”
I felt the corners of my lips twitching up in a smile. “Do you mean can I as your
employer spank you? Only if you give your consent, Ms. Johnson.”
I’d expected that she’d breathe a sigh of relief, say “So long, sucker!” and head
for the door, never to return. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, looking
thoughtful. “Why did you think I would consent?”
“I mean, if you never planned on doing it without my consent, you must have thought
that I would.”
“More like, hoped you would,” I admitted. Granted, I lost a bit of the professional,
in-charge demeanor I’d been trying to maintain by being so frank, but if this really had any chance of happening, I had to be upfront with her.
“So if I say no...then are you going to fire me?”
“Of course not,” I objected, stunned that she’d even ask. “I told you that I wouldn’t and I meant it.”
“So what happens if I just say no?”
You get to go home and I get to blue-ball for the rest of the night, I thought. “Then I’ll say goodnight and see you tomorrow.”
“Hmm,” she considered. It was amazing that she was still considering it at all.
“Are you wondering what it would be like to be spanked, Michelle?” Her scarlet cheeks
and the little gasp that emitted from her parted lips told me what I needed to
know. It also made me feel in control once more.