Appropriate Action · Part 1 (1/2)
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A Thursday Afternoon in July
The morning had been clear but winds were growing stronger as the afternoon progressed, with the humidity rising, the stuffy hot summer weather of the last two days giving way. Now clouds were beginning to build in the west, prelude to the storms that were predicted to come later this afternoon, some forecasters said could become severe.
The car turned onto a street lined with old growth trees. The large yards, many ornately fenced in, were well manicured and pruned before the large, older Victorian and colonial style homes that were well maintained. The street was empty, no children running and only the odd expensive car or two driving past, which wasn’t surprising for the early afternoon hour. Grace shifting in her seat slightly, silently watched the trees and properties pass by, knowing they were getting close to their destination. There was little else she could do.
Several hours earlier, Grace had been called into her boss’ office, the Director of Marketing, and he was not happy. It seemed that she had made one of their largest clients rather unhappy and was about to be called on the carpet about it. The client, Peltz, had been a major pain in the ass, demanding all sorts of things that were well outside the scope of their agreement. Grace had done her best to keep the client happy but finally she could do no more. When he made a derogatory comment about her, she got angry and told him off. It felt good, but suspected there would be repercussions.
What she didn’t say till prior this morning was how the client was making no so innocent innuendos towards her. Though nothing was said directly, he made it quite clear to her that all she had to do to make him happy was to perform a few special favors for him, all sexual in nature. It wasn’t the first time she had been flirted with by a client, though most made it clear things were outside the professional relationship. This guy took it to a new level, making it clear the more Grace made him happy in bed, the more business they would conduct.
Grace was no fool. The pretty natural blonde got into sales because it was a good place to use her looks to help get ahead. Though she carried some extra weight, she was by no means fat or even heavy. She was what was often referred to as full figured woman, making her look more womanly and more curvaceous than fragile stick strait fashion models.
Her professional cloths were mainly business suits that she had tailored to fit her perfectly to flatter her figure. Her suit jackets cut to define the slender waist and full chest. Blouses and tops that accented her chest and cut low enough to display just a hint of cleavage. Skirts fell several inches above the knees to show off her shapely legs and were always paired with heels of no less than 4 inches tall. She looked both professional and attractive in the same package, getting a man’s attention with her looks and keeping it with her wits and smarts.
But in this case, it backfired. The client only saw her body, not her brains. Even though she did everything within her power to satisfy the client, it was never enough. Tired of the endless leering and suggestive comments, she tried to tone it down last time she meet with him, making him angry that he wasn’t getting his desired eye candy. When he called her stupid, she’d taken enough and threatened to go to his superiors to file a complaint against him before storming out of his office, hearing his snicker as she did.
But instead of the client getting his ass busted, Grace now had hers on the line. The client called the president of her company, saying he was on the verge of canceling all agreements entirely unless something is done.
Her boss, Mark, was plenty hot that she had told off the client, rather than come to him with the issues. Grace was allowed to tell her side of the story, about the client’s sexual advances towards her and his remarks about her smarts. While Mark understood her position, Grace was told how poorly she handed the situation, how she should have come to him, and in no uncertain terms told why he’s the boss and she reports to him.
After the verbal reprimand, Mark had a new problem. While the president had assured the client that the issue would be dealt with properly, how was he going to deal with Grace? A simple verbal warning wasn’t going to cut it, for the client wanted something more than an apology. The funny thing was the client didn’t want her fired or even taken off the account.
“This doesn’t make a bit of sense. What does he want?” Grace asked. “Does he expect you to give me a spanking?”
Mark sat back in his chair. “He didn’t specify, just said we need to do something.” He said then smiled. “Maybe that IS what he wants.”
“He wants me spanked? Like a child?” Grace questioned.
“One of the comments he said was you behaved like a child.” Mark replied.
“Who’s being childish now?” Grace replied, making Mark chuckle. “Look, I’ll be happy to take the blame, even apologize to him, written and personally. Isn’t that good enough?”
“It’s a start, but might not be enough. Look Grace, I need to do something.” Mark said. “Maybe nothing as childish as spanking, but something needs to be done. I’m sure not going to fire someone with your track record, talents and experience for something like this, since I can sympathize with you a little. And I’ve already gone to bat for you and stood up to the president on this one. But a verbal warning’s not going to cut it, even with our management. And I don’t want a written warning placed in your file to blemish your record. I can cut your bonus, but who wants that in this economy. So the question is what do I do to discipline you that will make everyone happy?”
Grace looked over at her boss. She appreciated that he stood up and defended her. Mark had given her some latitude to deal with clients as she needed to, and he trusted her. He gave her a chance when no one else would. She owed him one, maybe even more than one. And she could tell Mark was ripped up over this, so she decided to throw him a bone and make an offer.
“Listen, what if you tell management you’re cutting my bonus by, say a third, this period. Would that satisfy them?”
Mark thought for a moment. “That’s no slight hit to your pocket book. Better if I say I’m cutting it, but not give a percent and take a chance. If they ask, then I start small and work up if needed. If they don’t ask, then I try and keep it small enough not to hurt. But it could backfire and they tell me how much, which could then get hefty depending on their mood.”
“Thanks” Grace replied, knowing her boss was watching he back, once again.
“As for Peltz, I’ll tell him I gave you a good spanking, made it so you can’t sit for a week. Knowing him, it will appeal to his nature and satisfy him.”
Grace laughed. “And what about us?” she asked. “Does this satisfy you?”
“To be honest with you, no.” Mark said, turning serious again. “You screwed up, big I might add. I’m only going along with it because this is you’re first major offense and you’re too good to loose. I’m vouching for you Grace this time around, but it can’t happen again. Screw up like this again and it’s my ass on the line as well as yours, and we both suffer.”
Grace got the message, and realized that her boos really was going the extra mile for her, possible even taking a hit on his career as well. She needed to thank him somehow.
“What can I do to thank you and make it up to you?” she replied.
“Just don’t let it happen again, bring your problems to me no matter how small, don’t make scenes before clients and bring in more business.”
“That I understand.” She replied, leaning forward to let her top open more, showing off her ample bust line. “You’re going out on a limb for me, I should at least do something to thank you.” She said as she crossed her legs, letting her skirt rise up a couple inches. Mark was good looking guy, with a handsome face and in good shape physically. More than once she wondered what a tumble between the sheets with him would be like, and guessed he would be good. Why not find out?
“What do you mean? Grace, if you’re suggesting that you and I…..”
“Don’t play coy with me Mark, for you know what I’m offering. I mean what can I do for you, personally? I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me and what you’re doing now. You can call it my punishment if you like, but I’ll call it retribution, so just tell me what you want.”
For the first time, she saw Mark looked a bit nerves. So much the better if he was. She liked using her sexuality to get the upper hand, so why now with her boss.
Mark sat back in his chair, looking Grace over. It had been a long time since a woman threw herself at him and it felt damn flattering. This was all her idea and he never made hints at wanting anything from her. Grace was an attractive woman, so why not indulge himself a bit and take her up on the offer. Besides, he could use a little break in his crazy life.
“You really want to get us both in trouble.” he said, his confidence returning.
“We already are, so why not make it worth it.” She said with a seductive smile.
“Alright.” He said softly. “What I want will be a little different, so you will need to trust me and do just as I say. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” Grace replied with a seductive smile. “What do you want me to do?”
“I’ll leave that as a surprise.” He replied. “Just clear you calendar for the afternoon and be back here at noon. We have a little road trip to take.”
Grace returned to her boss’ office precisely at 12 as told. Together they left his office, Mark taking his case with him. “We’re out at a client site and meetings for the rest of the afternoon, so we’ll be out of communication during that time.” He told his assistant, who nodded. They headed down to his car, a large luxury import one with tinted windows and all the options. He held the passenger door open for her.
“Where are we heading?” Grace asked.
“First, we work on your apology over lunch. We have a 1 o’clock with Peltz.”
They had a quick sit down lunch at a deli near Peltz’s office, Mark buying on his corporate card. “A working lunch.” He said as the two went over what Grace was to say. A couple minutes past 1, they were ushered into the client’s private office.
“I completely regret what has happened and I hope you accept my sincerest personal apology, and do not hold my inappropriate actions against us or my organization.” Grace said, ending her apology. Though in her mind, she really didn’t feel she needed to give one, rather believing the reverse should be in order but didn’t expect it.
“Apology accepted.” Peltz replied. “As far as I’m concern, the issue is closed. From my perspective, I’d hate to loose Grace as my rep, for she had done a marvelous job for us.”
“Rest assured, Grace is still assigned to your account.” Mark replied.
“But I suspect you will be dealing with this as well.” Peltz said using a usual oily voice.
“Appropriate action will take place.” Mark stated, sounding professional and convincing.
“May I ask what that will be?” Peltz inquired.
“I must decline to answer. I sure you can understand when I say that’s an internal decision within our organization and I’m not a liberty to discuss it.”
“Oh yes, of course.” He replied, getting the message that is was none of his business. “Now, there are some items I would like to…”
“My apologies again Mr. Peltz, but our schedule is rather tight this afternoon. We only have a few moments to talk with you, for Grace and I have another appointment scheduled and we must depart now if we are to make it on time.”
“My morning is open tomorrow and I have Monday clear. I’d be happy to either call or stop in to work with you on any new items.” Grace added.
“Oh, of course, excuse my assumptions.” He said, knowing he lost control of the meeting, which was a tactic he liked to employ to empower himself over others. “Tomorrow at 9:30 works best for me. Please stop by then.” He said as he looked over his calendar.
After exchanging partings, Mark and Grace left the office a moment later.
“Notice he still wants to deal with you in person.” Mark commented as they rode the elevator down. “Guess he’s really not too upset with you and probably never was.”
“More like he wants to continue to eye me up.”
“I guessed that too.” Mark noticed how Peltz’s eyes wandered up and down all over Grace as she sat across the desk from the letch. “You handled it well today, good job.”
“Thanks. So what client are we heading to next?” grace asked as the elevator stopped.
“We’re done with clients for the day.” He said as the reached the ground floor of the building.
“I see.” She replied, a knowing smile on her face as the exited the lift. “So does that mean it’s time for some appropriate action to take place?” she said softly, echoing his earlier words.
“You sure you still want to go through with this?” he asked.
“Very sure.” She replied, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m looking forward to it actually.”
He only thought for a second more before nodding to the restrooms. “Go in there and take off your bra, but leave everything else on. Put it in you bag before you come out.” He said softly, so no one else in the lobby heard.
Grace smiled, then turned on her heels and headed into the ladies room, putting a little something extra into her walk for show. She returned a few minutes later, a knowing smirk on her face as she walked back to her boss.
“Better?” she whispered. Her boobs hardly seemed to have sagged at all. Mark gave a silent approval and they headed out of the building.
They walked to his car in the nearby parking structure. For some reason, he parked on the lowest level, in an area away from all the other cars, so they needed to walk further that needed both to and from the elevator. In fact, her side of the car faced a wall. He popped the trunk remotely as they reached the vehicle.
“Stand next to the car and wait.” He said as he put his case into the trunk. He rummaged for a moment before he found what he needed, then closed the trunk lid. In his hand, he held several bundles of white ropes.
“What are those for?” Grace asked with a nervous laugh.
“I think you know. If not, you’ll find out in a moment. You said you trusted me and I should do as I wanted, right?”
“I did.” She replied, eyeing up the ropes.
“Then trust me.” He replied with a smile.
She never would have guessed Mark had an erotic streak in him. She’d been tied to the bed a few times in the past and found it enjoyable enough. Knowing how creative and intelligent Mark was, it could be interesting to see what he came up with. Grace quickly thought it through and figured fine, if he was a little kinky, why not give it a whirl?
Mark saw the look on her face and knew she was going to do just fine. “Turn around and place your hands behind your back.” He said.
Grace did. Mark adjusted her hands, mating her wrists so her palms were facing one another. With her fingers balled into a fist, he looped a rope around her wrists and quickly bound them together, cinching the middles tight and making sure her fingers could not reach the knots. He did it so fast she hardly had time to react.
He opened the back car door and told her to sit inside but to keep her feet outside. A second rope was tied around her ankles, followed by a third below her knees, pinning her legs firmly together. From his coat pocket he produced a small hanky and what seemed to be a silk scarf, both in white. He told her to open her mouth. Grace did and the hanky was fitted into her mouth. A moment later, the scarf was place between her teeth and the ends tied behind her head. He stood looking down at the attractive blonde as she lightly twisted in her bonds, testing his work. A big grin was on his face.
“You’re just about ready for the trip.” He said as he knelt down. “One last thing to adjust and we’ll be on our way.” He said as he started to unbuttoned her blouse. He got about half way before he stopped and pulled the material apart, exposing her boobs to the air. Now she understood why he parked where he did, for he didn’t want any onlookers interrupting.
“Perfect.” He said, but Grace didn’t know if he meant her situation or her chest. “Let’s get moving.” He said as he helped swing her feet into the car and closed the door. He got in behind the wheel and drove away.
As they drove, Grace found it a little uncomfortable to sit with her hands tied behind as they were. Eventually, she lifted her legs up onto the seat and worked her back into the corner, giving her a comfortable ride as she leaned against the seat. Here she lightly squirmed, continuing to test her restraints as they went. Her skirt had ridden up her legs higher, her legs exposed to the mid thighs but her privates still kept covered. She felt like a kidnapped heiress being taken to her captor’s hideout, which was kind of exciting. She was grateful for the tinted windows, for no one could peer in and see her restrained, gagged and exposed condition. Yet would have loved to see the reaction on peoples faces as they passed.
Now there was on his street and pulled the car into a driveway. The house was a beautiful large Victorian style home, three stories in height, with one corner of the home a rounded turret on all three levels and topped by a steep roof with a lightening rod and weather vein. It was cedar shingled and painted a cheery red with black trim, and looked very well maintained even though it had to be at least 100 years old. He pulled the car up next to a side entrance. The 3 car garage was not attached to the home.
He got out and popped the trunk, getting his case and another bag out before he went to the house to first unlock the door and put his things inside. Then, after a quick sweep of the area, he opened the car door and helped Grace get her legs out. He removed the ropes from her shapely legs and ankles, then pulled her top closed but did not button it. He helped her from the car, her hands still tied behind her back and lips gagged. Without a word, he led her up the steps to the door and in they went.
They entered into a small mudroom which fed into a renovated kitchen. All the appliances were modern models including what looked like a heavy duty restaurant style stove. The hardwood floors, though appearing to be original, were well preserved, made her high heels click loudly as they walked through, Mark leading Grace by a bound arm and carrying the second bag with him.
“Don’t worry. We have the place to ourselves for the entire day.” He said.
They went to a hallway, Grace catching a glimpse of the living room that was partly composed of the turret of the first floor. It was decorated with period furniture but it all looked clean and nearly new. She wanted to tell him how beautiful his home was as they walked through but the gag prevented comment. By now, her blouse had fallen open again, partly exposing her chest once more.
He led Grace up the steps to the second floor, which again looked perfect, but they didn’t stop, for they went up to the third floor. Here he led her to a room in the front of the house. He opened the closed door and led Grace in.
The room was empty of furniture or carpet. In fact, it looked like it was in the process of being redone, for the bare floors were dusty. She guessed the room had just been gutted and new drywall installed on the walls and ceiling, but had not been painted over yet. Part of the dark stained rafters has been left exposed to give it a rustic yet elegant feeling. The old floor was in need of sanding and staining, but still felt solid and the trim around the windows was not installed yet. The turret made up about half of the room, with three large windows giving a panoramic view. Considering the height of the home, they were above the rooflines of all their neighbors and most of the trees, so the view was very impressive.
“Excuse the mess.” Mark said as he closed the door and dropped the bag onto a small table that served as a workbench. “Restoring this house has been my hobby for the last few years. I’m still deciding if this will be my home office or a guest room.” He said as he opened the windows to let some fresh air in. It was more stuffy than warm, but the stiff breezy made it much more bearable.
He led Grace over near the windows, stepping around an odd looking item. “Like the view?” he asked a moment later. Grace nodded and mumbled her approval. “Good, for you’re going to seeing it for a while.” he said, with an interesting look on his face.
He took her back to the odd looking item. It was a square platform, maybe 3 feet across and rising a couple inches off the floor, with a thick square post, about 4 or 5 inches in diameter, rising up 4 or so feet high. The post had all the corners smoothly rounded off and was not mounted perfectly centered but a few inches toward one edge of the platform. Grace noticed several eye hooks were screwed into both the post and the platform base in various places, some parallel to others. The whole thing was stained an oak color and sealed in varnish to make it smooth and shiny.
“A little contraption of my own design.” He said as he helped her to step onto the platform. “Seldom used, unfortunately, but I get the chance today.” He said as he positioned her against the post, with her back to it. The post rose to about the middle of her back, between her shoulders.
He untied her wrists and pulled them behind the column. A moment later, her hands were tied again with her wrists facing one another again. He then took the scarf from her lips and pulled the soaked hanky from her mouth.
“Have you ever been tied up before? Not just you hands tied to the headboard during sex, but really tied up so you can’t get free for hours.”
“No, I haven’t.” Grace replied. “But I’m guessing you want to do that to me today.”
“You guess correctly.” He said. “This will be your punishment, that appropriate action I talked about. For the next few hours, I’m going to keep you here tightly tied up.” He said.
“But, I thought we were, I mean, I meant we should…”
“I know what you meant, but I told you we were going to do things my way.”
“But don’t you want me?” she asked. Why didn’t he want her?
“What man wouldn’t want you? But for now, no. We’ll work on that later. But I promise, you will enjoy this, confusing as it may be right now. Trust me.”
Grace nodded, confused and disappointed, but curious in what he had in mind for her. She concluded he must not want to cheat on his wife.
He took a long rope and wrapped it around her waist with a large loop, pulling it snug. Grace expected him to use it to tie her to the post, but was completely surprised when he pulled it between her legs and feed the end under the loop. Adjusting the rope and her skirt constantly, he pulled it tighter and tighter till it was up against her crotch, and still her pulled it tighter. Her skirt rose higher, exposing her entire leg, with the rope going between her butt cheeks. Finally, with the rope pulled very tight against her, actually going between her vaginal lips, he tied it off, then attached it to her wrist ropes. Only her satin panties formed a thin barrier between her pussy and the rope.
“What’s this for?” she asked, not understanding at all what he was doing.
“You’ll find out.” He said.
Next, he bound her legs together at the ankles and knees, above and below. He lashed her shapely legs to the post as well. Two more ropes bound her upper body to the column, one around her waist, and another below her boobs, but not before he pulled both her suit coat and blouse open to completely exposed her breasts.
All the while he worked, Grace continued to squirm lightly. Oddly, she felt the rope between her legs slide around over her satin panties each time she wiggled. When he was finished, she tested his work while he did something behind her. Everything was tight and secure.
He stepped back up onto the platform, with a fresh hanky in his hand. “This will be more comfortable than the cleave gag you had before.” He said. Grace opened up and the hanky went it. “This is to keep your tongue in place.” He said. From a roll of white surgical tape, he peeled off a long strip and covered her lips. “This will keep you quiet.” He added. Her red lips showing thought the opaque material was a nice touch.
Mark walked around the platform checking his work. The ends of the ropes were no where near her fingers and no knots were reachable. The ropes were tied snug, so they wouldn’t slip out of place or fall off. While no gag would ever cut off all sounds she could make, it was more than effective to keep her muted. Everything was perfect.
Mark stepped around to the front of the platform and looked at his watch. “A little past 2. Our meeting is starting late.” He said. “Since I planned to keep you like this for 3 hours, you may be working a little overtime today.”
Mark stepped over toward the windows, peering out to the horizon. Large clouds were beginning to build in the distance. “Looks like a storm is building up. Something for you to look at as you stand here. I’ll check back on you in a little while.” he said as he stepped away from her view. She heard the door open them shut, and what sounded like a key turning in the lock.
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