Chapter 3

Missy

Last night, ugh. It was a mistake. I sat up and tried to stifle the urge to hurl. I picked up my phone to glance at the time. "Shit!" I had to rush to get ready. I was so late and the longer I took the later I would be. By the time I was running downstairs it was already eight.

Shit shit shit!

"Missy," Dad barked from his office when he heard me clattering downstairs. "This is not how you keep a good impression,” he yelled. “Don't you get fired from this job or this is it!"

I didn't even bother to stop to argue. I didn't have time. All I could do was race down the highway and hope that I would dodge cops and not make things any worse. When I pulled into a free spot in the parking lot I was more than thirty minutes late. I was pushing an hour. I couldn't get fired, not that I was liking the boring desk work. Just the thought of not having something pretty to look at like Mr. Hollister would kill me.

Pretty, single Mr. Hollister. There was just too much going on and while I didn't know if he had a girlfriend or not, I only knew he was divorced. That made it all the better.

I tried my best to look as if I was coming back from running an errand. My only hope was that no one noticed I hadn't been in the office yet. I didn't get called out once when I got to my desk. I breathed a sigh of relief and settled into the monotony of being an assistant. My phone rang and I answered it thinking I had pulled one off. "Hollister Aviation."

"Ms. Hamilton." I hadn't noticed that it was an internal call. I thought it was coming from the outside. I was still so tired from my night out that I didn't see what color the flashing light was. "Please come to my office."

Shit. I hadn't gone unnoticed. I got up and went through the stylish double doors that led into his office. His office was simply furnished I noticed as I fought not to look at him and get distracted by just how hot he was. It was futile. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

"You are over an hour late," he stated plainly. "Do you have a good excuse?" He didn't look angry, but he didn't have the same cool demeanor that he had on my first day.

"I'm sorry." I tried to come up with a good excuse. "I overslept." It probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell him why.

"I understand what it's like to be in your shoes," he started as if he hadn't heard me. "What it's like trying to figure yourself out and having everyone around you trying to lead you down a path they think is best." His voice turned hard. "You can rebel against your parents, rebel against the world. But you won't do that here. You will arrive at work in a timely manner."

"Yes sir." I couldn't help but look down. It was bad enough that I felt awful for being caught, but the little lecture didn't help.

"Do you have a good excuse as to why you showed up late?"

"I overslept." I shot him a glare; I had said that before. "I had a long night out. You can stop giving me a lecture like it's something you didn't do at my age."

I didn’t know what happened after that. I know one minute I was standing at his desk and the next he grabbed my wrist and I was jerked over his lap. I gasped out a protest before I felt the solid slap of his hand across my ass.

Everything clenched and I couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Was I still asleep? Was I still drunk?

The next hard slap was clue enough that I was very much awake. He was relentless with each hard slap he gave me. I couldn't keep the tears from flowing. But I did my best to smother the need to cry out with each hit he gave me. He alternated between each cheek like he was making sure I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably at any angle.

Finally, when he seemed to decide that the punishment was enough he helped me stand. He kept a strong hand on my underarm. My legs quivered and I wavered. I couldn't look at him.

"Now," his voice was low and I couldn't help but react. He stood so close to me. "You will make sure you come into work on time from now on." I could only nod. "You can go straighten yourself up in my bathroom."

I didn't have a voice. I hurried to do as he told me, cleaning the smeared mascara and trying to dampen my hot cheeks in an effort to hide the fact that I had cried. It didn't seem to work. But at least I was standing steady now.

I tried to walk out of his bathroom with an air of dignity, but it was hampered by how wet I was. It was like there was a puddle in my panties. I couldn't believe this. How did this happen? I made it to the door of his office before he called out to me, making me freeze in my spot. "Let your father know I'm looking forward to Saturday." I looked at him, confused about what he was saying. He gave me a smirk that made me want to shudder.

I was going to have to lose my panties if I was going to try to sit down. But I didn't think I could manage another trip to the bathroom. I wasn't going to go back into his office today. I grimaced as I sat down and I had to bite back the whimper. My ass hurt so much.

Where the hell did that come from? One minute he was chiding me like Dad did on a regular basis, the next I was across his lap. I thought he was hot before? But it seemed so wrong now.

I noticed a glare from Mrs. Todd and I immediately got to work. I didn't want to give her a reason to complain to Mr. Hollister. I didn't want him to call me back into his office. It was uncomfortable to sit now; I didn't want to make things worse.

There was a temptation to call Jenna. To text her about what just happened. But I refrained. I doubted she would understand. It could be taken the wrong way and I could only imagine what would happen if I did tell her. I had to keep this to myself. No one could know, or things could go so wrong so fast.

So, I did the only thing I could do. I did my work and tried my best not to get anyone's attention. I would play the part of a model employee even if it hurt to sit here. No one could know what just happened. Or how much I wanted it to happen again.