You Work For Me

Sorry

I stood there with my face sort of frowned as I looked towards Mr. Jackson's assistant then at him. "Send her back." His assistant left and he turned to me with this guiltless look on his face. "Girlfriend?" He didn't answer me as he walked over to his desk and sat down. "Mr. Jackson you-" He interrupted me. "I don't have to explain anything to you Ms. Alena." My jaw dropped as he started keying something into the computer saying nothing further to me. "Michael baby I missed you so much!" I turned to see this tall, slender, blonde haired woman walk in. She was pretty. She reminded me of a super model. "I missed you too dear." He got up and hugged her as his hands traveled to her small hips. "Oh Michael not now you bad boy." I rolled my eyes as I headed toward the door. "Who's that Michael?" As I got to the door I had my hand on the knob about to leave until requested to pause. "Ms. Alena come over here for a moment." I took a deep breath then I turned around and walked to the front of his desk. "Yes sir?" I had tons of sarcasm in my tone. His eyebrow raised as he licked his lips and nodded slightly. "Heather this is Alena. Alena this is Heather." She stuck her hand out to me. "Hello Alena. He told me so much about you." I shot a look at Michael. As he just stared at me with a blank expression. "Hm... He hasn't said much about you." He stood up and grabbed my arm pulling me over the desk some. "Watch yourself Alena." My eyes widened as I looked down seeing I was on my tippy toes. I looked back up at him as I narrowed my eyes. "Let me go." He smiled. "Heather lock my door." She went behind me to where I couldn't quite see her as he pulled me around his desk until I was standing in front of him. "Behave." I snatched away from him. "You don't own me." He grinned as he pulled me back. He sat down and laid me across his lap. "I do Alena. I do. Heather did you bring my paddle?" I turned to look at her. She nodded and I fidgeted on his lap. "Stay still." I bit his leg and he groaned as he shook his head. "She's a feisty one Michael. Where'd you find this one?" She laughed as she inched closer to me and him. Next thing I know my skirt was up and the paddle was striking tears out of me. "Apologize to me Alena. I deserve an apology for your misbehaving." I bit my lip trying to hold back cries of pleasure. "Open your mouth and apologize now." I finally gave in. "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson." He paddled me harder. "No. Correct yourself." Tears fell from my eyes. "I'm sorry sir. I'm sorry." He stopped, pulled my skirt back down and lifted me up to face him. I looked down at my hands. "Look at me Alena." I kept looking down. I could hear his girlfriend snickering. I didn't want to look at him. He humiliated me in front of his girlfriend. She probably laughed because she thought I was some kind of little slut who would do anything he wanted. "Look at me right now Alena!" I sniffled as I looked up and into his eyes. His brown eyes looked so pure and innocent but his actions proved the exact opposite. It seemed he read through me because his soft lips pressed against mine. "I just want you to relax. I beat you because you need to learn to follow directions. I don't do it in intent to hurt you ok?" I didn't respond. I couldn't believe he thought explaining himself would help. "Alena... Are you listening to me?" Heather walked towards me as she rubbed my hair letting my ponytail loose. "You'll be ok sweetheart. It just takes some getting used to. I'm sure Michael has told you that before though. I'm the only girl Michael has ever rewarded with being his girlfriend and lover. He's great in bed, but you'll never know that. You aren't his type anyway. He just likes using little girls like you." I stared into his eyes as mine became swollen and red. "You're just going t-to let her- no i-it's fine never mind." I freed myself from his grip. As I fixed my clothes and walked towards the door then I halted. "Oh and you don't have to fire me. I quit."