Chapter
1
"Good morning Maggie.
What's happening? Did you get those files I sent from New York yesterday?
I want to make sure the responses to the RFP get out and that my
trip report is delivered to Mr. Taylor as soon as possible."
"Welcome back Eric.
I trust things went well with your meetings."
"Fuckin kick ass.
Unbelievable. Everything worked perfectly. We negotiated all evening
and by the end they signed the contract. It was beautiful. They're
good people and I'm sure we're going to like working with them.
Of course, I'm trusting you to perform your usual relationship magic."
"Never a problem.
It's part of the job I really like. By the way, I've completed your
trip report and Mr. Taylor wants to see you first thing this morning.
He said 'as soon as you get in' and he came down to deliver the
message personally."
"He's probably just
curious about this deal. I'll get down as soon as I check my e-mail
backlog. By the way, did you make those adjustments to the web?
And did you get a chance to incorporate that file restructure in
the system yet? I want to move forward with the implementation plan
immediately."
"Ran into a snag
with the web. I'm not getting much response from development. I
think they're mad at you. Did you do anything to piss them off again?"
"Really? I did have
a bit of a row with them before I left. They completely missed the
mark on the design translation. But I thought we were all straight
before I left. Damn! We can't have this shit. This is their job.
This is important to us. See if you can find out what the problem
is. You're better at managing people than I am. You know I don't
have much patience when dealing with incompetents. Fucking idiots."
I checked my e-mail and
responded to a few urgent requests from the Zurich office. On the
whole, things were going very well. I was looking forward to going
up to Taylor's office with good, better and great news.
"Good morning Eric.
Welcome back. Got you preliminary report. Congratulations."
"Thank you sir.
It was poetry in action. They went for the entire proposal. I just
hope we can deliver on what I've promised. I'm getting worried about
the gap between the concepts and our implementation. I know this
area is new to these guys, but we're hot as a pistol. Somebody needs
to ride those guys. We don't want to mess this one up."
"That's what I want
to talk to you about. Don't worry about the project implementation.
I'll make sure it's under control. We need to discuss another matter.
Sit down."
"Andrea came up
to my office complaining about how you treat her people. This is
the second time in the past three months that this has come up.
I know we've had these conversations before, but this is getting
serious Eric. Look, you know I think the world of your talent. You're
the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I see you as
a star and believe you have a bright future. But you have a serious
people problem and we need to address it."
"But Mr. Taylor,
let me explain. The way they approached the implementation was completely
off the mark. If only they would listen to the objective before
they tried to."
"Eric, hold the
justification. I'm sure you're right. It's not about being right.
It's about being able to motivate others to excel. You wind up minimizing
them. You're too controlling. You don't trust others and it shows
in the way you interact with them. The truth is they don't want
to work with you and it is affecting our ability to compete. I need
to stop it and I need to do it now."
"I've arranged to
send you to an exclusive management training program. I want you
to cancel your appointments for the rest of the week and put your
projects on hold. Here's the address. You need to deliver this file
unopened. I want you to take Friday off and think about these relationship
issues. I will see you on Monday."
"What is this. Can
you give me some clue about the program? Usually you get materials
in advance for training activities. What's it called."
"All I can tell
you is that it is an intensive one-day program. It has an impeccable
reputation for effectiveness. The only other thing that's important
is for you to know that I view completion of this program as an
essential pre-requisite for you to move on to the next level within
this organization."
I had never seen Mr.
Taylor so adamant. He didn't even acknowledge that I just closed
this project that we had been working on for the past six months.
That's very strange. He's usually such a bottom-line kind of guy.
Plus, it's Andrea's team that the problem. I might have been a bit
too brutal, but the goal is to deliver. We need to perform. That's
the real issue here.
"Maggie, Mr. Taylor
is sending me to a management program. I need to leave immediately.
Will you clear my calendar for the rest of the week? I'll be back
on Monday."
"Of course, Eric.
What's the deal?"
"I'm not quite sure.
I think it has to do with the fight I had with Andrea. I'll fill
you in when I return."
I drove across town to
an upscale residential area. The address was a beautiful brownstone
but there was no sign on the door. It looked like someone's home.
Strange. I rang the bell and was buzzed into a very well decorated
waiting room. There was no one there as I looked around the waiting
room. Mahogany paneling. Comfortable leather chairs. Very professional.
There was nothing to do but sit and wait.
After a while, I heard
the door to the inside rooms open and in walked one of the most
drop-dead gorgeous women I have seen in a long while. Long blond
hair. Killer body. And impeccably dressed. I couldn't help but to
immediately fantasize about having her. This might not be so bad.
"Good morning Eric.
My name is Terri. Could I have your file." I gazed directly
into her big blue eyes as I gave her the thick envelope.
"Pleasure to meet
you Terri. I'm curious about the program. Can you give me a clue
about what you do here."
"All in good time.
Please, make yourself comfortable. I need to read your file before
we start."
She turned to leave.
I couldn't help but notice her beautiful rounded ass and long flowing
hair as she left the room. Man is she sexy. What a babe. I thought
to myself. I'd definitely like to fuck her. I hope she's the trainer.
I could stare at her all day. Not bad Eric. Not bad at all.
I sat back in the chair
and pulled out my notes from the New York trip. Might as well get
some work done as I waited. Thirty minutes later, I began to grow
a bit impatient. I was uncomfortable with the waiting and with the
unknown. After another 15 minutes, Terri finally returned.
"Follow me."
She said as she led the way into the inner chamber. With pleasure,
I thought to myself, admiring her delightful feminine form. Terri
sat behind a big executive desk and invited me to sit down. She
slowly and deliberately opened "my file" and looked me
square in the eye with such business-like intensity that I was caught
off guard.
"Eric, I run a very
exclusive management program. We've trained many of the top corporate
executives in this country. My tactics are a guarded secret. Before
we continue, you must sign this non-disclosure agreement."
She pushed a standard,
and very legally binding, one-page document across the desk that
of course I signed. She filed the contract away and made a point
of looking at my paperwork.
"Your boss thinks
very highly of you Eric. It says you are one of the most productive
and effective people within the organization. The good news is that
upper management has noticed your talent. However, they are extremely
concerned about your treatment of others. This is a thick file for
one so young. It makes you look like a real prick."
I was shocked. How dare
she talk that way to me? I couldn't think of how to react to such
a blunt comment. My whole demeanor changed. My bravado was all but
eliminated. The only thing I could do was stare back at her silently.
"The goal of this
program is to help you learn to trust others Eric. You must learn
to follow the rules of the corporation if you want to be an effective
executive. We've found that before you are truly open to learning
how the game is really played, you need to make amends for your
past actions.
One of the key lessons
of our program - and of course one of the hardest -- to learn is
how to motivate people. That ultimately means learning how deal
with situations where you are not in control. Control is an interesting
area, isn't it Eric? I know your type. You're always in control
of your actions and projects. That is a good thing in itself. The
problem is when your control becomes controlling and gets projected
onto others. Then it becomes dangerous. And it looks like you've
been dwelling in the danger zone for some time. One of the hardest,
and most fundamental, concepts to truly grasp is that this is not
about being right. Once again, being right is a good thing in itself.
However, if you are right and you can't get others to follow your
lead - you can't be a leader. All you get is the booby prize for
being right. You might wind up as a good performer, but you'll never
advance to the next stage. And this program is about helping you
get to the next stage.
"Actually Terri,
this all sounds pretty good to me. I think there's a lot of truth
in what you say. And I'm very interested in getting to the next
level. But there are a lot of idiots out there. What I don't understand
is if I'm right, why don't others recognize that and automatically
follow".
"That's the art
of management Eric. And that's why you are here. The underlying
truth is that it's not about being right. It's about motivating
others and it's about your attitude toward the people that work
for and with you. You need to learn how to give up your worship
of being right. That's a very difficult thing for people like you
Eric. Our program is successful because we've learned to boil these
issues down to their bare essentials. It's an unconventional program,
but very effective. We've learned that before you can learn a new
way of operating, you need to make amends for how you have been
operating. We've also learned that before you can really make amends,
you need to be punished for what you've done. And that's what we're
going to do here today."
This conversation was
taking a weird turn. All this talk about making amends and punishment
was making me most uncomfortable. What is she getting at? What does
she mean about that's what we're here for?
Terri closed my file
and looked me square in the eye. "Eric, this management training
program relies on corporeal punishment. You are here to be spanked."
I was completely shocked.
Floored would have been a better word. I couldn't believe what I
was hearing. I stared back with wide unbelieving eyes. She couldn't
be serious. I must have misunderstood. "You can't be serious"
was all I could muster in response.
"Perfectly serious
Eric. We've found that physical punishment cuts through all the
bullshit and is the most effective way of teaching these lessons.
I know this sounds odd to you. And you don't have to continue with
the program if you don't want to. However, your management knows
all about our methods and they have sent you here. At the end of
the program I will write a report on whether or not you have successfully
completed the program. And believe me, they consider my report to
be very important. "Please don't think you can undermine this
process Eric. You can't! I will give you some time to think about
the options and to decide whether you wish to continue or not."
With that, Terri got
up and walked out of the room, leaving me with a hundred conflicting
and confusing thoughts racing through my mind. Spanked! What type
of bullshit is this? I'm not going to stay here and be spanked.
Taylor must have made a mistake. Jeez, he was really adamant about
me completing this program however. He did say that completion was
a prerequisite to advancement. I can't believe this shit. Unfucking
believable! What the hell to do. Andrea is the one that needs to
be spanked. It's her fucking fault. You know I'm not sure that I
have much choice. Anyway, how bad can it be? If I have to be spanked,
at least Terri is a sexy babe.
After five minutes of
my back and forth banter, Terri returned. "Well Eric, what's
your decision?"
"Terri, you and
I both know that I don't have any choice. I think this is exceedingly
weird, but I agree."
"Good. The program
begins immediately. Please follow me into the back chambers."
Chambers. That's an interesting
choice of words. I followed Terri, admiring her delectable body
in the process and thinking that this might not be so bad. Maybe
I could win her over. Being spanked by Terri might be a real turn-on.
In fact, the thought was getting me excited.
The "chambers"
were a rather large room filled with equipment and mirrors on the
wall. There was some form of cage with pads. A padded bench and
some high backed chairs. There was a table and a padded sawhorse.
All sorts of strange furniture. There was a large cabinet in the
corner as well as a clothes rack, towels and a water cooler. If
I didn't know better, I would say it looked like a gym without the
weights.
"I need to get ready.
Take off all your clothes. You can use the rack in the corner."
And she left.
Take off my clothes?
I have to get naked? The thought made me nervous and uncomfortable.
Uncertainty raced through my mind. As I started to undress, I began
to feel very turned on. Slowly and methodically I disrobed, hanging
up my suit and shirt. I watched myself in the mirror. I removed
my underwear and was standing there naked. It all seemed so surreal.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my cock was
beginning to swell. Not fully erect, but clearly noticeable.
Of course, being a man,
I began to admire myself in the mirror. Not bad. Not my former athletic
self, but still in good shape. No paunch yet. My arms looked good
in the florescent lights. I've always had good arms and was proud
of the definition that was still visible. In my self-admiration,
I couldn't help but notice my nakedness and my bare butt. Here I
am with no clothes on about to be spanked by a beautiful woman.
My cock responded to the thought.
I couldn't help but to
be fascinated at the surroundings as my thoughts turned to what
the day would hold. I was exceedingly nervous and began to pace
around the room without purpose trying to find some way to free
myself of the anxiety. I was lost in my own thoughts and was startled
to hear the door open. I swung around just as Terri emerged through
the door.
She was dressed in what
could only be described as workout clothes - shorts, a tee shirt,
athletic shoes and socks. He long blond hair was tied up into a
ponytail. The same type of outfit that I'd seen and admired on countless
young women in my gym days. I have to admit Terri looked very sexy.
Muscular and lean. Definitely a hard body. I felt an involuntary
and automatic stirring in my loins as I gazed in appreciation at
her delightful figure.
Terri's assessment could
only be described as professional, almost indifferent. No embarrassment
at all. She was obviously very comfortable with naked men in this
situation. The same wasn't true for me. I felt embarrassed and exposed.
I could do nothing more than stand there and stare like a bump on
a log.
Terri ignored me standing
there and purposefully walked through the room beginning her preparations.
She went to the closet and pulled out two towels that she placed
on the table next to the cage. She then walked over to the cabinet
on the wall and opened both doors. I stared with utter fascination.
Inside were paddles of every shape and size. Straps and whips -
all made of leather and wood. Hanging on the side were leather canes,
thick and menacing. I was transfixed. So completely amazed that
I forgot I was naked and that those instruments were intended to
be used on me. All of a sudden the reality hit me. I wanted out
of the situation, and didn't know what to do. So I just stood there
like a complete idiot.
Terri turned and walked
toward me - her gaze fixed. I was captured and captivated by those
drop-dead gorgeous blue eyes of hers. As she approached I caught
the wonderful and mysterious scent of a woman. It was not perfume
of any sort, just the clean smell of a beautiful woman. I always
found something exceptionally sexy about a beautiful woman in control
of a situation and Terri was very sexy. Her commanding voice startled
me out of my momentary intoxication.
"Eric, the rules
of my training program are really quite simple. You're not to talk
unless spoken to. When I ask you a question, you must reply immediately
- and you must do so with courtesy and deference. You are to do
as I instruct without failure or hesitation. You are not to refuse
any command and you must obey all instructions at once. Your ability
to follow these simple rules is a significant part of the report
I will write. Do you understand."
All I could do was to
nod my head in assent. "I didn't hear you Eric. I said, do
you understand." "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry. I understand."
With a steely gaze Terri
told me to follow her to the metal cage in the corner. It was an
odd sort of contraption. There was a pad for my chest and handgrips.
"Bend over the rack" she commanded, "and take hold
of the hand rails." And there I was. The feelings of exposure
and anticipation were so surreal. I felt so vulnerable. It was as
if someone else was bent over the cage. My butt was the obvious
center of focus and my cock was rock hard.
I felt Terri's hand on
my exposed bottom. That first sensation of human touch. Soft hands,
firm touch. Terri rubbed my butt, clearly sizing me up. I sensed
she knew what she was doing. Certainly this was not the first time
she had done this.
It was ironic in that
I always found my butt to be an erogenous zone. The feel of a woman's
hand on my bottom was a big turn on for me. Her strokes were making
me hot and sent surges of sexual energy flowing through my being.
Maybe this won't be so bad.
And then it came. Unexpectedly.
A firm, but not hard spank. I heard it as much as felt it. It wasn't
painful. In fact, it was all rather exciting. I knew, deep in my
mind that Terri was just feeling me out. Getting her bearings. Finding
her zone. SLAP! Another spank. Harder than the first but still exciting.
SPANK - on the right cheek. SPANK - on the left. These were full
hard spanks, one after the other.
My focus shifted away
from Terri's sexiness and on to the spanks. Hard but not hurting.
I couldn't believe I was standing here, naked, bent over a cage
- being spanked by this beautiful woman. It seemed so strange. SPANK
and pause. Then SPANK on the other side. SPANK. Pause. SPANK. Pause.
I began to sense the rhythm and became aware of my butt. It didn't
really hurt. Instead it was sexually exciting. I felt stimulated,
alive, and really turned on. I began to breathe a little harder,
like the first few minutes on a treadmill.
SPANK on the right, SPANK
on the left. My hips started to sway slightly. The sound of the
spanks seemed incredibly loud. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK.
SPANK. And then it stopped. I was breathing harder and the spanking
began to hurt a little. My cock is still rigid. With the spanking
I had forgotten about my erection. With the pause, it became the
center of my attention. I am so turned on. I feel like taking Terri
in my arms and fucking her right on the floor. I can hardly believe
I'm not doing it. However, I remember her words and stand there
unmoving.
I can sense Terri's presence
as she moves around behind me. I hear a door close gently. And then
that wonderful soft touch of a female hand. My bottom is alive with
sensation at her touch. I turned my head slightly and caught sight
of Terri in the side mirror. A truly beautiful woman. Sexy and captivating.
She has a focused look on her face as she strokes my bottom. In
her hand is a leather paddle. A no-nonsense implement which for
a moment takes my breadth away. Something tells me that warm up
time is over.
And then that voice.
Strong, sexy, even commanding. "I've read your file Eric. It
says you are haughty and dismissive to some of the employees. We
can't have that Eric. Your job is to empower the employees. To be
a leader and a motivator of the team. Unfortunately, I've learned
that before we can teach you those lessons, you'll need to be punished
for you past actions."
Suddenly, I feel Terri's
presence behind me. Feelings of uncertainty and anxiety follow her
words. Then the spanking began. SMACK! The paddle landed on my butt
with a solid blow, followed immediately with another on the other
side. I winced involuntarily with each blow - and they hurt. Terri
was serious with this spanking. SPANK! SPANK! I gripped the handles
harder, preparing myself for the punishment she had promised.
"You file says people
are afraid of your volatility." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! The pain mounted. One on top of the other. Terri was
not letting me recover between the spanks. "Fear does not help
build teamwork." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Not everyone is a star in the organization, but you have no
right to hurt their feelings. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The pain
of this spanking was building. I was breathing very hard and wincing
with each blow. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"How many was that?"
Terri's voice startled me from my concentration in bearing up to
the spanks. "I asked you a question Eric." SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! I stammered, uttering a few uhs and ums. "What's the
matter, I thought you learned to count in kindergarten." SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK!
"I don't know. I
wasn't counting. I didn't know you wanted me to keep track."
"Well I guess we'll
just have to start all over again then won't we." Terri said
as she grabbed a towel to wipe her face. "It's just a simple
thing. Counting. Any four year old can do it."
I couldn't believe what
I was hearing. I had done everything she asked. She wasn't clear
with her instructions. The unfairness of it made me feel small and
angry. Then - the lesson dawned on me.
Terri returned to her
position. SPANK (1). SPANK (2). SPANK (3). SPANK (4). SPANK (5).
SPANK (6). SPANK (7). I counted each blow, bearing up to the mounting
pain in my tortured bottom. SPANK (8). SPANK (9). SPANK (10). SPANK
(11). I felt tears wheal up in my eyes. I was grunting out loud
with each spank. My bottom was on fire.
SPANK (12). SPANK (13).
SPANK (14). I felt like I couldn't take any more. The sting was
constant. SPANK (15). SPANK (16). SPANK (17). SPANK (18). It kept
building. My grip on the bar was deathlike as if I could relieve
myself of the pain through my grip. SPANK (19). SPANK (20). SPANK
(21). I was swaying with each blow, anticipating the sharp sting
and unconsciously trying to escape the next one. But there was no
place to go. SPANK (22). SPANK (23). SPANK (24). SPANK (25).
"No please. No more."
I muttered to myself. Tears were flowing freely from the spanking.
I had no control over them. I collapsed my head on the bar, and
then it was over. I felt, rather than heard or saw Terri leave the
room. She left without saying anything. And there I was with a stinging
bottom, bent over a cage, with tears streaming down my face - and
no instructions as to what to do next. Do I remain in this position?
Can I move around? I was desperately thirsty and wanted a drink
more than anything.
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