Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) (4 page)

“The belt? On thighs?” he said incredulously. “My brother has no idea how to discipline an employee properly. I’ll have to do it right.”

What?

I started to push up from the desk. “But he already—”

“Our daddy had a saying: ‘It’s not done if it’s not done right.’” He ran his hand up my back, applying enough pressure to force me back onto the desk.

I was angry. I wasn’t a slave these Neanderthals could treat any way they wanted.

Or was I?

The idea of being the Maddox boys’ sex slave sent a quiver through my body.

No, not sex. I wasn’t having sex with my bosses. I was simply being punished for poor work, which was probably completely normal in Texas…

Not
.

“The thighs are much too delicate.” Dix’s fingers caressed my tender skin. “You can leave marks for days. I prefer the ass myself.” His fingers looped into the top of my panties.

His knuckles scraped over my flesh as the cotton slid down and caught at the tops of my thigh-high hose.

I took in a shaky breath. The idea of being in such a vulnerable position with Dixon sent a liquid rush to my pussy.

“It’s a shame to punish something so beautiful,” he said as his palm slid over the curve of my bottom. “But I will, if that’s what it takes to make you an exemplary employee. How many did my brother give you?”

“Five.”

“Five. Crazy. Only even numbers are appropriate for punishments. I’ll give you six.”

In normal circumstances, I’d laugh at the silly one-upmanship. Instead, I held my breath and waited, my body shaking in anticipation.

Smack.

When his hand made contact, I knew he was right. He was better at this than his brother. The sting created by the impact of his warm hand on my chilled bottom was pure ecstasy.

Smack!

The sound of the second swat was every bit as arousing as the sting. It echoed off the walls of his office. My clit throbbed. My thighs squeezed together, attempting to satisfy it.

Please let this be foreplay!

Smack!

Ouch!
My ass cried out that this was enough punishment, yet I still wasn’t ready for it to be over.

“Are you sorry you were so careless?” Dixon asked.

“No.” The word just slipped out. It was an honest answer, both because I didn’t think I’d made the math mistake in the first place, and because this was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.

How could I be sorry?

“No? Then, I guess I’m not trying hard enough.”

Smack!

The swat was so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I sucked in air and couldn’t help but moan at the residual pain.

“That’s more like it,” Dixon said. “I feel like I’m getting through to you, now.”

Smack!

The stinging ache mixed with extreme arousal caused a confusing swirl in my gut. My pussy throbbed with need.

As much as I’d enjoyed the punishment at first, I was glad it was over. I couldn’t have taken much more.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Dixon’s hand rested on my bare ass.

“Um-hmm,” I replied.

“Here in Texas we say ‘Yes, sir,’ and ‘No, sir.’ I think you might need help remembering that.”

Smack!

Oh God! The stinging had been exhilarating, but the bruised sensation was too much. I had mentally prepared myself for six. Now he was going rogue, and I was starting to feel desperate.

“No!” I said as I started to lift myself from the desk.

Smack!

I whimpered. I needed him to stop spanking me and start fucking me.

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

“I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He slid my panties up my thighs and over my rear end.

All that punishment and no sex to show for it?
My whole body sighed in disappointment.

“You’ve had a long day,” Dixon said. “Why don’t you take off a few minutes early?”

I straightened with as much dignity as I could muster under the circumstances and pushed my skirt down to cover my ass. I had no idea what to say, so I simply turned and walked out.

When I got to the hall, I headed straight for the tiny office bathroom and locked myself in. There was a full-length mirror on the inside of the door. I turned, lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties down to my knees.

Red lines marked the backs of my thighs. My ass was fuchsia.

As I gazed at my battered backside, my hand went automatically to caress my pussy lips. My finger slid between them and found the nub inside.

I swirled faster and faster until my legs gave way and I crumpled to the floor in hot spasms.

Chapter Four

I ended up at work an hour early on Monday morning, since I’d awakened at five, too excited to sleep anymore.

The weekend had been rough. Jill and her fiancé, along with a couple of his friends had started emptying the apartment of non-essentials.

I helped out of course, but with people in every room of the apartment until late, I couldn’t do what I was desperate to do—fantasize about my boss while molesting myself all weekend.

So, here I was bright and early Monday morning in my nearly-sheer blouse and highest heels, hoping for more “tough love.”

The tediousness of the morning nearly drove me crazy. I was working on some spreadsheets again, which only reminded me of Friday’s punishments.

I caught myself daydreaming over and over again, then I’d have to go back through the numbers to make sure I hadn’t messed anything up.

A part of me was sure this situation couldn’t end well. Playing sex games with your boss was a bad idea. Playing sex games with two competitive brothers who were both your bosses was a terrible one.

Not to mention confusing. I wanted Dixon. I loved the way his blue eyes twinkled at me. I loved the smell of him. I needed him to rip the clothes from my body and take me on the floor of his office.

However, when Mason was punishing me, I got aroused, despite my longing for his brother.

The truth was, my body enjoyed every moment of Mason’s humiliating torture, even though I wasn’t sure I liked him.

I looked at my computer screen. Should I make a mistake on purpose so I could get another punishment?

But sabotaging financial records probably wasn’t in my best interest long-term.

I kept reminding myself this was a job and I really needed it, so I’d better keep my head in the game.

Finally, at two, the brothers came in together. I assumed they’d had lunch.

Mason was in his usual black suit, white dress shirt. But it was Dixon who held my gaze in his black button-down and jeans that showed off his tight round ass. Those were “fuck-me jeans” for sure.

The brothers seemed more jovial with each other than usual. I wondered if they’d discussed my punishments. My face flushed at the thought.

“Tessa, I jotted down some things I want my housekeeper to pick up.” Mason handed me a napkin.

The writing on it was obviously his, with its small, perfectly formed letters.

“Please type it up and email it to me so I can forward it to her.”

“Sure,” I said.

They fell back into conversation as they walked down the hall toward their offices. I was disappointed that Dixon hadn’t even bothered with a greeting.

I quickly typed up the list and sent it to Mason. The spreadsheets beckoned, so I sighed and got back to work.

Ten minutes later, Mason called me into his office.

As I stood in front of his desk, my hands were clenched together in nervous anticipation.

He didn’t acknowledge me at first. He just stared down at the document he was reading, pen in hand.

I breathed deeply, trying to slow my heartbeat, but I couldn’t stop the odd tingling sensation of fear and need mixed together.

Finally, he looked up at me and put his pen down. “Bring that chair around.” He pointed to a simple pioneer-style wooden chair, posed under a Remington painting of horses on the wall.

When I picked it up, I was surprised at how light it was. The seat appeared to be made from actual rawhide.

I placed the chair where he indicated, behind his desk, next to his.

“Sit down.”

As I sat, I inhaled deeply. The scent of his cologne made me dizzy.

Or was it the fact that I was so close to the man who scared the shit out of me and excited me simultaneously?

He pointed to his computer screen. “Do you notice anything there?”

I realized it was the email with the grocery list. I skimmed it to see what the problem was.

“You misspelled ‘broccoli.’”

Damn, I always misspelled “broccoli.” But was it really that big a deal?

“I’m sorry.”

“Did you not learn last week that I expect my employees to be meticulous and exemplary in every way?”

“Well, yes, but since it was only a grocery list—”

He turned from the computer and met my gaze. His dark eyes burned into mine.

“I don’t send messages with typos, no matter who is going to read them.”

“Okay. I’ll remember that next time.” I squirmed under his intense gaze.

“I’d better make sure you do. Take off your blouse.”

My blouse? I was hoping for another spanking today, but why would I take off my blouse?

My lips parted, but I didn’t know what to say, so I stared at him, bewildered.

“Now.” His dark gaze demanded it even more than his tone of voice.

I squeezed my lids shut and reached for the first button. When I opened my eyes, he was watching my fingers, but his expression hadn’t changed.

If he had looked at me with desire, or affection, or even mischief, like his brother did sometimes, undressing in front of him might have been easier. Instead, he just stared at me with his stony gaze.

I finished unbuttoning and took off the blouse, letting it drop behind me in the chair.

“Now the bra.”

My hands trembled as I reached back and unclasped my bra. I slid the straps down my arms and let it fall into my lap.

He opened a drawer and took an item from it.

At first I wasn’t sure what he was holding, but a second later, a vague memory of a tipsy trip to an erotic store with some of my friends back home occurred to me.