Free Over The Boss' Knee by Jenny Jeans

Chapter
One
    "M r.
Cheng, you must understand our legal limitations on this," Mr. Carlson
said.
    Tess
noticed her boss' normal authoritative voice had pleading tones. With a sinking
feeling she suddenly realized his major business deal was collapsing.
    "No,
don't go," Mr. Carlson said, standing and looking through his sleek eyeglasses,
back and forth, at the clients who were speaking rapid Chinese as they rose
from their chairs. "Tess!" He shouted sharper than she'd ever heard
him speak before. "Tess will get lunch for everyone. Right now!"
    Tess
heard his command and jumped from her chair to stand, fitting her three-inch
high heels beneath her.
    "Please,
stay for lunch!" Mr. Carlson urged, sharply, but they were shaking their
heads and the staccato stream of Chinese words continued as they moved toward
the door.
    Ten
minutes later they were gone and James Carlson was madder than she'd ever seen
him. Maybe it was frustration; however his normally handsome features were
flushed with angry tints.
    "In
this economy, we cannot afford to lose them." His jaw was clinched as he
paced the plush carpet in his large corner office, then he stopped and turned
to stare out of the corner windows at the expansive view.
    Tess
winced at the angry frustration he expelled. She stood just inside the closed
doorway of his office with her Blackberry posed, ready to take any notes he
might need. She'd worked as his secretary for five years and respected his work
ethic, his commitment to his family, and his dedication as CEO of Benchcroft
Media.
    He'd
treated her fairly over the years. Her only mild complaints were about the
overtime and his insistence to have things done a certain way. Because she was
younger by at least ten years, she often felt their relationship was somewhat
similar to father and daughter.
    "God,
it's just so frustrating!" he expelled as he started to pace again. She
could see veins throbbing in his forehead.
    "Maybe
you should regroup. Take the rest of the day off to rethink the..." she
began.
    He
interrupted her, angrily. "No! That’s not going to help." Suddenly,
he yanked off his charcoal suit jacket and tugged his blue medallion tie loose
so that it hung to one side. "Christ, I need to hit something."
    He
stomped behind his desk, still agitated. Tess wondered if there was a
secretarial manual somewhere that dealt with unhinged bosses. She wanted to
flee his upheaval, but she knew she shouldn't without being dismissed. She
hated seeing him so upset.
    "I
could call your wife," she tried.
    At the
same moment, he blurted, "Tess, I swear to God I’m so mad I will
give you seven-hundred dollars to let me spank you!"
    Tess
stared blankly at her boss, who was still standing behind his desk looking
red-faced and, yes, very aggravated. Then the shock of what he'd said
penetrated her like an electrical jolt.
    " Right here and now or I'm going to explode!" he exclaimed, as he grabbed
angrily behind his waist, and then he jerked his wallet forward. "Christ,
I'm not angry with you. I've just got to relieve this frustration now. "
    The deal
they'd been working on for six months had just fallen through and she knew how
upset he was. It meant so much more to him than it did to her; she was just an
executive assistant, actually a secretary. But she'd worked with him for five
years so she knew he was a happily married man and not a woman chaser, chasing
any willing skirt. She told herself his request wasn’t really sexual. Then she
watched with amazement as he tore hundred-dollar bills out of his wallet,
slapping them down on his marble desktop.
    Her eyes
widened at the amount of money and what it meant to her. Ohmygod she could
buy the Tony Burch, Merino-wool dress she'd been dying for.
    "Not
enough?" he hissed, and then he jerked two more one-hundred dollar bills
out of his wallet, slapping them down with a flourish. And that was enough
for the drawstring ankle boots to go with the dress. Tess almost squealed
with excitement, but then she