her mind worked. She was an opportunist. No matter the situation, the intelligent look never left her eyes. She knew something was up and sooner or later she was going to figure it out. Better that she was told today than left to work things out on her own.
He took a moment to look her over. As a result of being unable to imbibe alcohol as she saw fit she'd lost some weight and her skin and hair both looked a great deal healthier and more attractive. As his gaze traveled over her body, he was aware that she was staring straight back at him, sizing him up in return. It was an interesting response. He was used to his subordinates avoiding his gaze in confrontational situations like this. Zora only resorted to that behavior when her pants were around her ankles.
“Ms Matthews, we will be taking a trip for a couple of weeks. It's clear that you're mentally more than able to handle the rigors of the job, but you need some physical training.”
Zora screwed her face up. “Physical training? Why?”
“It's standard procedure,” he said, brushing the question off.
That was all it took for her to launch into a tirade. “Standard procedure? There's a standard procedure for kidnapping people and forcing them to work for you? Good to know. I'd hate to think anything that's been going on has been non standard. That would make shit really fucked up.”
Savage looked at her, somewhat stunned at her nerve. This was a woman who was in all probability still nursing welts on her backside. When would she learn a sense of respect?
“It is also,” he said as he stood up and walked around the table towards her, “a chance to instill further discipline.” She stood in place, looking defiant and he took the opportunity to deliver a hard slap to her backside. “That's for the foul language.”
“Ow fuck!” Zora squealed and turned away from him, protecting her bottom with her hands. “Don't hit me!” Savage watched as if in slow motion as she lifted her right leg off the ground, swung it behind her and brought the pointed tip of her shoe crashing into his shin.
The shoes were soft and she'd managed to kick him with the part of her foot least likely to inflict damage, so it didn't hurt terribly, but the fact that she'd had the nerve to do it at all was astounding. Without another word he grasped the fabric at the back of her shirt and lifted her over his desk. The nearest thing to hand with any real punitive power was a rubber backed slipper used for martial arts training. He brought it down across her clothed cheeks with a mighty wallop and was promptly forced to dodge a powerful kick directed at his groin.
“Girl, what do you think you are doing?” He growled, tightening his hold on her shirt. It wasn't a question she needed to answer, she wasn't squirming the way she usually did when she was spanked, as ludicrous as it seemed, she was actually fighting him.
“Get the hell off me!” She screamed. “Don't fucking hit me again!”
It would have been amusing, the idea that she could intimidate him into doing what she wanted, if it wasn't so dangerous and disrespectful. He redoubled his efforts with the slipper, but not before taking her pants down and baring her bottom. As he'd surmised, it still showed signs of welts, but he couldn't afford to take pity on her. She'd challenged him and he had to meet that challenge head on. What had started off as a cordial briefing turned into a thrashing in mere moments. He brought the slipper down hard across both her cheeks, aiming low to catch the fullest part. She shrieked as it made contact and scissored her legs, treating Savage to a display of her feminine nether regions.
He was a red blooded male and the sight was distracting, but as on previous occasions, he did not allow himself to become side tracked. It would not do at all to start seeing her in that desirable light. He brought the slipper down several more times, slapping her bottom until she stopped trying to resist and
He took a moment to look her over. As a result of being unable to imbibe alcohol as she saw fit she'd lost some weight and her skin and hair both looked a great deal healthier and more attractive. As his gaze traveled over her body, he was aware that she was staring straight back at him, sizing him up in return. It was an interesting response. He was used to his subordinates avoiding his gaze in confrontational situations like this. Zora only resorted to that behavior when her pants were around her ankles.
“Ms Matthews, we will be taking a trip for a couple of weeks. It's clear that you're mentally more than able to handle the rigors of the job, but you need some physical training.”
Zora screwed her face up. “Physical training? Why?”
“It's standard procedure,” he said, brushing the question off.
That was all it took for her to launch into a tirade. “Standard procedure? There's a standard procedure for kidnapping people and forcing them to work for you? Good to know. I'd hate to think anything that's been going on has been non standard. That would make shit really fucked up.”
Savage looked at her, somewhat stunned at her nerve. This was a woman who was in all probability still nursing welts on her backside. When would she learn a sense of respect?
“It is also,” he said as he stood up and walked around the table towards her, “a chance to instill further discipline.” She stood in place, looking defiant and he took the opportunity to deliver a hard slap to her backside. “That's for the foul language.”
“Ow fuck!” Zora squealed and turned away from him, protecting her bottom with her hands. “Don't hit me!” Savage watched as if in slow motion as she lifted her right leg off the ground, swung it behind her and brought the pointed tip of her shoe crashing into his shin.
The shoes were soft and she'd managed to kick him with the part of her foot least likely to inflict damage, so it didn't hurt terribly, but the fact that she'd had the nerve to do it at all was astounding. Without another word he grasped the fabric at the back of her shirt and lifted her over his desk. The nearest thing to hand with any real punitive power was a rubber backed slipper used for martial arts training. He brought it down across her clothed cheeks with a mighty wallop and was promptly forced to dodge a powerful kick directed at his groin.
“Girl, what do you think you are doing?” He growled, tightening his hold on her shirt. It wasn't a question she needed to answer, she wasn't squirming the way she usually did when she was spanked, as ludicrous as it seemed, she was actually fighting him.
“Get the hell off me!” She screamed. “Don't fucking hit me again!”
It would have been amusing, the idea that she could intimidate him into doing what she wanted, if it wasn't so dangerous and disrespectful. He redoubled his efforts with the slipper, but not before taking her pants down and baring her bottom. As he'd surmised, it still showed signs of welts, but he couldn't afford to take pity on her. She'd challenged him and he had to meet that challenge head on. What had started off as a cordial briefing turned into a thrashing in mere moments. He brought the slipper down hard across both her cheeks, aiming low to catch the fullest part. She shrieked as it made contact and scissored her legs, treating Savage to a display of her feminine nether regions.
He was a red blooded male and the sight was distracting, but as on previous occasions, he did not allow himself to become side tracked. It would not do at all to start seeing her in that desirable light. He brought the slipper down several more times, slapping her bottom until she stopped trying to resist and
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