I hate those words.
I hate hearing those words as they usually mean the worst.
I walked into your makeshift office. You were sitting there in front of your computer, but you turned towards me and motioned for me to shut the door.
“I have a problem with your performance.”
I paused, waiting hear the rest. There is always more – and it can never be good.
I walked closer to you, and your hands closed around my wrists, pulling me down to you.
“I have had complaints,” you growled into my ear, “but I know what will correct your behavior.”
You kissed me hard, then pulling me down so I was across your lap.
You lifted my skirt knowing I don’t wear panties which made your punishment easier.
Then I felt your hand smack my ass as you told me the complaints.
“They say you are too condescending.”
“They don’t like you arguing with them.”
“You are too much of a smart ass”
“And they said you rolled your eyes at their last request.”
“You can’t treat our clients…”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes” was my simple reply.
Then you stood me back up facing you.
You sat back in your chair and looked up at me.
“Are you really?” You know me too well.
“I am,” I replied silently adding in a ‘maybe’.
Then I smiled as I asked “Can we discuss my raise now?” as I sank to my knees and placed my hand on the fly of your pants…..