Knowing the Score by LaurelAspen..,
Although employee appraisals are for most MDs a boring chore, Tom rather looks forward to this one.
“Time for your six-monthly career development assessment, Mae Lin,” he reminds her on the phone.
“I haven’t forgotten, be there in 10 minutes.”
‘Encouragement, motivation and guidance’ are the guiding principles of the review process, or so it says at the top of the personnel form on Tom’s desk. His successful fintech company employs a small, personally selected team. Highly intelligent, frequently eccentric and all in a strong bargaining position to demand unique rewards, of which Mae Lin’s requirements are by far the strangest.
What follows may superficially appear an exploitative boss over employee power dynamic. In reality (albeit Tom pinches himself to be sure it’s happening) today’s encounter is more ambiguous.
“What incentives work for you?” Tom innocently enquired at the post hiring induction session. Completely unabashed, Mae Lin was unequivocal about her requirements…
The star employee in question enters Toms office, prudently locks the door and smiles a greeting. Despite an outward projection of calm, beneath a crisp white blouse Mae Lin’s heart is already beating fast.
Tom nonchalantly gestures her to a seat facing his desk where Mae Lin nervously perches, hands demurely clasped in her lap, knees primly together. Each takes a moment to survey the other.
Tom, salt and pepper hair, distinguished appearance, bespoke suit.
Mae Lin, short dark hair, standard office attire of tailored black skirt and low heels. Both attractive human beings, yet neither likely to attract a second glance from fellow City of London workers. Anonymity has its uses – some secrets are best kept.
“What have you bought for today’s session?” Tom breaks the silence. Mae Lin takes a tawse from her bag and lays it on the desk. Tom examines the supple leather strap, admires the craftsmanship. “Hairbrush last time, cane before that,” he observes neutrally.
“I know,” she shivers with masochistic delight at the recall of the whippy rattan. The unforgiving hairbrush is an experience Mae Lin prefers to forget.
“Usual rules,’ continues Tom, “you lose a stroke for each KPI missed. The maximum possible score is 20.” He begins the questions, carefully scoring and recording her answers.
“An excellent performance,” says Tom some 15 minutes later, “particularly strong on strategic planning. A total of 17 – make it 18, I’m feeling magnanimous.”
“I did better last time.” Mae Lin pouts, she sets herself high benchmarks of attainment, doesn’t like to fall short.
“And couldn’t sit comfortably for two days afterwards,” Tom recalls mildly. The expression on Mae Lin’s face indicates this to have been, in her estimation, a very good outcome.
“Ready to proceed?” Tom always ensures consent.
“How do you want me?” Although sure about what she needs Mae Lin’s voice quavers slightly at the prospect; at once assertive and obedient – a complicated young woman.
“Bent forward over the desktop please young lady,” instructs Tom in a formal tone of voice. “You’ll receive three sets of six strokes.” As Mae Lin silently assumes the required position, Tom swishes the tawse experimentally through the air, gauging its heft and range. Mae Lin shivers in apprehension at the sound.
“The first six over your panties” continues Tom “the remainder with them off.” “Lift your skirt, Mae Lin, then grasp the far edge”.
Slowly, sensuously she raises the garment, tantalisingly revealing the delicious curves of her bottom, barely covered by skimpy knickers, the target area framed by stockings and suspenders.
That’s a first, muses Tom approvingly, and I rather suspect specifically for my benefit. “Hold on tightly,” he warns, “this is going to hurt.” Mae Lin silently hopes so.
Tom takes his time – who wouldn’t, this is not a moment to be rushed. Applies the tawse sufficiently severely to smart fiercely while aware there’s a way to go before the full cumulative effect becomes apparent. Mae Lin is initially admirably stoic, absorbing each impact with low-key gasps and jiggling of her hips. Six horizontal strokes ensure a rosy-red bottom, adrenalin surges through her body.
Tom allows a modest interval, for him a pause for breath, for her a chance to accommodate the fiery sting. The next part of the ritual is always his favourite. He hooks his thumbs into the scanty panties and draws them symmetrically down to Mae Lin’s knees, unveiling his handiwork in all its glowing glory, a sublimely sexy reveal. Soothingly he palms Mai Lin’s punished posterior, eliciting low moans of pleasure.
“Brace yourself,” he commands and her body tenses in anticipation. Another six measured strokes are applied, pushing Mai Lin’s limits while careful not to exceed them. Since her panties offered scant protection the application of strap to bare bottom is mainly symbolic in its severity. More pertinently, each stroke now falls across marks left by its predecessors. Things are literally heating up, causing Mae Lin’s squirming to become more animated, yelps and moans shriller.
“Try to be quiet,” he admonishes, “we don’t want the rest of building to hear.” No chance, there’s reason why the MD’s office is set apart. At the conclusion of this second set Mae Lin shoots upright, hands frantically massaging her burning buttocks. Tom could take her to task for not staying in situ. Alternatively, watching the dishevelled young woman ruefully massage her sore sit-upon is an erotic vignette to be savoured. Eventually Mae Lin regains her composure and resumes the requisite stance across the desk.
“Final six,” announces Tom firmly, “knickers right off and get those feet wider apart. Now push that naughty bottom up.”
Obediently Mae Lin complies, in the process exposing her most intimate secrets, denuded pussy glistening and gaping slightly.
Tom rests a restraining hand in the small of Mae Lin’s back, feels her quiver with trepidation. “You’re taking this very well,” he reassures, “nearly there”. Mae Lin turns her head to look at him, fire in her eyes, her correction clearly proving a catalyst to arousal.
“I’m ready,” she announces decisively.
Tom swings the tawse lower, across the super sensitive sit spot, harshly onto exquisitely tender thighs. Mae Lin’s response is animated and loud, wriggling her hips, scarcely able to stay in place such is the burning sensation suffusing her buttocks.
“Oh, please, too cruel, I can’t cope.” Tom knows to ignore such protests. Mae Lin has a safe word, which she is choosing not to utter. A final tawse stroke across her stocking tops and the ordeal is over. Chastisement delivered, Tom again sensuously caresses the heated hemispheres, fingers stoking her juicily beckoning pussy. Mai Lin’s breasts strain again the confines of her clothing, larger than he recalls, nipples prominent through the thin fabric.
“What about my ‘special’ bonus?” Mae Lin turns to look at him, strangely serene, despite her flushed and overexcited state.
Wordlessly Tom unleashes his cock and slides it slowly between the slippery folds of her labia. Pushes further, until his manhood almost completely fills Mae Lin’s hot cunt. Dips his knees, then thrusts upwards, lifting his protege onto the tips of her toes and almost completely off the floor. Mae Lin gasps with exquisite pleasure, clenching her velvet tunnel around Tom’s straining rod.