My Boss

But that wasn't probable. I couldn't force Daddy to run away from his business and I couldn't stop Maura from bringing up muck about my darling Daddy. What else could I do in this situation? I was frozen in the break room when Daddy appeared, saying he needed me to handle his things while he went to a meeting.

“But you don't have one scheduled today,” I said and then immediately regretted the words that had come from my lips.

Daddy raised his hand, threatening to strike my face.

“Did I ask you to check or did I tell you to go back to your desk and do your job?” he asked sternly.

I lowered my head and apologized for my insolence, then walked to the front of the office with a false smile on my face. The eyes of my co-workers watched me as I sat down, their gaze fixed on the back of my head. I knew they could tell something was up as I was shifting frequently in my chair, the bruises now practically black from Saturday's spanking. I didn't care what they thought. I was here for Daddy, no