A firm hand is exactly what she gets.

Lilly

My mind was a little distracted the whole afternoon. I tell myself that it is because I’m nervous about my date tonight, but I know there is more. This morning's punishment was too short and unfulfilling. I still want more. But I cannot bring myself to make a mistake on purpose. I think that he would know, and what would he think of me then?

I bite my lip and feel my cheeks blush. Just like they did when he caught me ogling him before his meeting. But what can I say? Every movement is so sexy. The way his hands moved as he buttoned his suit jacket. His long sensual fingers catching the cuff of his white shirt to make sure every detail was perfect. Remembering where that hand had been this morning as I hung over the backrest of his couch. The memory has a tingle running down my spine to my core.

But then there are all those other times, when I’m not hanging upside down in his office. I have no idea what it is he wants from me. If he even wants anything from me. He never looks at me as anything else but his irritating PA that can’t do anything right. But that first sp… punishment meant more to me than just a punishment. I mean, he did give me the best orgasm I have ever had. But to him it seems that it was nothing special at all.

I sigh and try to focus on the computer screen once again. Friday afternoons always seem to go at a snail's pace. It is like everyone is only waiting for the weekend to start. Especially when we reach past three o’clock. Stephany has already been by to chat three times, and that is in the last thirty minutes. I know that everyone is a little more laid back since the boss is in a meeting, but Steph can usually keep it down to once every thirty minutes. But not today.

Today she’s been at me about my date tonight. It’s like it’s a wonder that I’ll be going out with a boy. Sure I haven’t been out since I started here at Storm Inc, but it’s not as if I’m a virgin. I haven’t known Steph for that long, only since I started here, but she still likes to act like my big sister. I know that she went to the deli yesterday for lunch so she could check out Nate and apparently he got two thumbs up. She has invited us, several times, to join the girls at Club 7 but I have refused. Tonight I want to get to know Nate.

Again my thoughts go back to Mr. Storm and his weird behavior today. First he was angry but denied it, then the short and unsatisfying punishment, then sending me to Sally’s instead of the deli and treating me to lunch and then again angry because I was on my phone five minutes after break was over. I know he can be strict and often lose his temper over things I do wrong, but today seems different somehow. I shake my head and give the screen a new try but are immediately distracted by the door to the conference room and the sound of light chuckles and friendly talk. Seems like the meeting went well.

I stand up and go over to meet Mr. Storm and Mr. Preston as they exit the conference room. I smile at them as they turn towards me. But before I have a chance to say anything Mr. Preston speaks up. “Mr. Storm. I have to say that you have a lovely PA. A good head, pleasant personality and a good sense of professionalism. You have to hold tight to such a jewel.” Mr. Preston appraises as his eyes meet mine.

“That I am very aware of Mr. Preston. But she is still young and a little rough around the edges.” Mr. Storm answers him. I want to defend myself but again Mr. Preston speaks before I have a chance.

“Nothing a firm hand can’t fix, I’m sure. It is the unpolished diamonds that are the most valuable.” I gasp and my cheeks blush by what the words may imply. My eyes darts to meet with Mr. Storm’s and the twinkle in his eyes tells me that he heard the words of Mr. Preston exactly the way I did. 

“A firm hand is exactly what she gets.” He says and by now my whole body is burning with embarrassment. How could he say that? What will Mr. Preston think? “Miss Gaard. I want you to set up a meeting with Mr. Preston next Tuesday or Wednesday.”

“Of course, sir.” My voice is pitched. I clear my throat and turn to Mr. Preston. He has a light smile on his lips as if the conversation was not anything out of the ordinary. “If you come with me we can see if we can find a suitable time.” Mr. Preston shakes hands with Mr. Storm and thanks him for his time. 

He sits down in a chair that I pull up to my desk and we search for a time for the next meeting. Mr. Preston is older than Mr. Storm and much larger, but they both hold a confidence that I’m sure attracts any person that looks at them. Mr. Preston is a likable person and he laughs a lot. Only in the short time in front of my desk he laughed two times, he told me jokes and spoke about his wife and two sons. I laugh with him and I feel that he is a genuine person, someone I can easily like and I look forward to next week when he will come here again.

When I have said goodbye to Mr. Preston I take care of the conference room. I’m lost in my own thoughts when someone clears their throat in the doorway. I was under the table, picking up a napkin that I dropped. In my rush to stand up I hit my head on the table and of course the half empty cup of coffee that stood on the table fell over. With a groan at the new mess I turn to the door.

Of course the person standing in the doorway is Mr. Storm, wearing a scowl on his handsome face. “I need you in my office, Miss Gaard.” He says curtly and turns to leave. With a look at the spilt coffee and a sigh I follow him while rubbing my throbbing head.

“You can close the door and lock it, Miss Gaard.” He says as I enter his office. My body goes rigid at his words but I do as he tells me. Then I turn to him and meet his eyes that are dark and fixated on me.