I want lunch from Sally’s today.

Lilly

Thursday goes by with only a few minor mistakes such as dropping papers, stumbling into Mr. Storm’s business associate and such. What can I say? I am a clumsy person. None of them seems to be severe enough to earn me another punishment and I’m happy about that because my butt seriously hurt from yesterday's spanking.

For lunch I once again go to the deli and flirt with Nate. I remember to exchange phone numbers with him, if any of us should get hold up by something for Friday's date.

Friday rolls in with the sun shining brightly in the October sky. There is a chill in the air but that is nothing a nice, warm coat can’t handle. The bus was a few minutes early. I didn’t have to sit next to the smelly man that gives my legs hungry stares. And I’m going on a date tonight! My mood is on an all time high as I stroll into the office.

Mr. Storm is in his office as always and I take the route by the cafeteria to bring him a fresh cup of coffee as I always do. Just as I stop by my desk, which is placed just outside Mr. Storm's office, to hang my coat and leave my purse, Barbra walks out from his office. She leaves the door open as it usually is. Mr. Storm likes to see and hear his subjects and only closes the door when he has a meeting or an important phone call.

“Good morning, Lilly. You seem to be in a good mood today.” She says with a smile. I smile back at her.

“Yes! It seems that this day is perfect. The weather is nice, the bus was early and I have a date tonight.” My smile grows even more than before. Barbra stiffens momentarily and I think she throws a quick glance into Mr. Storm's office, but that could just have been my imagination, right? Then a tight smile takes over her lips.

“Oh. That sounds lovely. And who is the lucky man to snatch up you?”

I laugh at that. “I have hardly been snatched up. Yet!” I give her a wink. “It is a boy named Nate. He works at the deli on the corner.”

“That is nice. Really nice.” She throws another glance into Mr. Storm's office. “Well. I better be off.” She says and hurries away. Well. That was weird. She’s usually much more cheerful. I shake my head as I look at the retreating back of Barbra. Then I pick up Mr. Storm's coffee and enter his office.

“Good morning, Mr. Storm.” I say with a smile. As my eyes meet his across the room my smile almost falters. The sun is shining through the window behind him. He sits straight and regal in his black leather chair clad in a blue suit, crisp white shirt and deep red tie. His black hair is styled to perfection and his blue eyes are fixated on me. He has an angry scowl on his handsome face. “Is everything alright, Mr. Storm?” I ask him warily. Could I have done something wrong even before arriving this morning? Did I do something wrong last night before I left? My mind is running a hundred miles an hour as I slowly walk up to his desk.

“Everything is fine, Miss Gaard.” His voice is tight and sharp, a total opposite of what it should be if everything was fine. I place his coffee on the desk and of course my nervous hands drop it before the cup has stabilized and the coffee spills over the desk. I gasp in horror.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Storm.” I hurry to dry up the spilling coffee with some napkins he has on his desk. The brew is hot and I gasp again as the fluid burns my hand.

“That’s it, Miss Gaard. Close and lock the door.” He grits out between clenched teeth. I look up at him with horror all over my face. “You heard me, Miss Gaard. Now do as you're told.” And I do just that. Quickly, as to not anger him more. “Behind the couch. Take off your skirt.” I obediently follow his instructions and before he says to bend over I’m already hanging over the back of the couch. I curse my choice of clothing for the day. A sexy thong and stay ups instead of pantyhoes. I wanted to feel a little sexy tonight. But the thong might be good. Then he won't need to pull down my panties, right?

“Good girl. You know what to do.” Mr. Storm says from behind me, his voice much more gentle and warm. His hand comes up to gently stroke my mostly bare behind. He doesn’t make a move to pull down my thong so I guess I was right. “I like the stay ups. You should always wear those.” His hand slides down the back of my thighs to the top of the stay ups and trails the hem. His caress sends tingles of delight across my skin towards my pussy. “The punishment will be five strokes by my hand. Do you remember your safewords?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What color are you?”

“Green, sir.”

“Do you need to be restrained?”

I shake my head. “No, sir.” His hand leaves my body and then slaps down hard on my butt. I grit my teeth at the pain but a small groan leaves me anyway. Five slaps are definitely not as hard to withstand as thirty five, and the punishment is over as quickly as it started. He lightly caresses my stinging butt.

“You did good, Miss Gaard. But remember that a new mistake results in a new punishment.” He says as he steps away from me.

“Yes, sir.” I say and stand up. I reach for my skirt but it’s not in the spot I left it. Instead Mr. Storm is crouching in front of me holding the skirt open for me to step in. I feel my cheeks blush crimson with embarrassment. “I can dress myself, sir.”

“I know that. But this is me taking care of you after your punishment.” He says. I stare into his eyes for a moment. Then I shrug and take hold of the couch to keep my balance and then step into my skirt. He pulls it up and walks behind me to zip it up. When I’m dressed he goes back to his desk. “Now I need a new cup of coffee, Miss Gaard.”

“Yes, sir.” I answer and leave his office. I feel a little disappointed that the punishment wasn't longer and even more disappointed that he didn’t get me off afterwards. My sex is still tingeling. I feel a blush work it’s way over my cheeks and shame about my thoughts fills me. First off, I shouldn’t want a punishment, especially from my boss. Second, why do I want my boss to pleasure me? I’m going on a date tonight, with a perfectly nice young man. It should be he who should pleasure me. I sigh as the cup fills with freshly brewed coffee. I have to set my priorities straight!

The walk back to Mr. Storm's office is much more determined and I place the cup on his desk without any incidents. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”

He doesn’t look up at me as he answers “No.” and soon I’m sitting at my desk and starting up my computer. My inbox is full of emails that I have to take care of. Some are requests of meetings with Mr. Storm, some are confirmations about set dates and times for meetings. The whole morning goes by with arranging Mr. Storm’s schedule and forwarding emails that he needs to read. Next week will be a slow week with only four meetings and a business lunch. But this afternoon is an important meeting with James Preston that I have to prepare for.

Mr. Preston owns a medium sized business that Mr. Storm wishes to buy out. His company may not be a large one but they have some sought after clients that would increase profit for Storm Inc by at least seven percent. I have no idea how much that would be, but certainly a whole lot of zeroes. I make sure all the right documents are printed and layed out on the table in conference room one. There are fresh flowers on a side table in the corner and I check the equipment to make sure everything works.

When I’m done it is time to fetch lunch for Mr. Storm so he has time to eat before the meeting. I make my way to my desk to pick up my coat and purse. The door to Mr. Storm’s office is open as usual and I take a peek inside as I usually do before heading out. Mr. Storm is sitting by his desk going through the documents for the afternoon meeting.

“I’m going out to fetch lunch, Mr. Storm.” I cheerfully say as I pull on my coat. Mr. Storm’s brilliant blue eyes leave the documents and meet my grayish blue eyes. 

“I want lunch from Sally’s today. Take today’s lunch offer. You can have that as well on my account.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Since I started working as his PA there has only been two times he hasn't had the same sub as lunch, and those times I didn’t get a free lunch for that. Something is strange. I narrow my eyes at him but he gives me a straight face. “Thank you, sir.” I say and leave the office to go to Sally’s.

I feel a little disappointed that I won’t be going to the deli as usual, so I could have a few flirting words with Nate. But I’ll be seeing him tonight.

Sally’s is a small diner one block from the office. When I enter the diner I am hit with the scents of freshly cooked fish and potatoes. That has to be the day's lunch special. The line is pretty long but the staff work fast and efficiently and soon it is my turn.

The food was delicious and I have to admit that it was nice to have something other than a sandwich for lunch. At the end of my lunch break my phone dings with a new message. It is from Nate.

Didn’t see you at lunch. xoxo

Yeah. My boss wanted lunch from Sally’s today.

Already cheating on me I see ;)

I laugh at his silliness but freeze when Mr. Storm clears his throat. He stands in front of my desk with his arms crossed across his broad chest. “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?” I ask and quickly slip my phone back in my purse. I look at the time on my computer screen and see that my break ended five minutes ago.

“I do not appreciate that my employees neglect their work to chat on their phones.” His voice is stern and I feel my body heat up with anticipation and hope for another punishment. I scold my treacherous body for that reaction. I should not wish for a spanking from my boss!