The Disciplinarian

by Emma Allan

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

Seeing George being made to dress as a woman filled Danielle with dread. There was no doubt that Alexandria had something equally testing for her and, from the way the brunette looked at her naked body, she thought she knew what it was.'

Alexandria Steiner uses a unique form of discipline in the running of her advertising agency, which no one will talk about. When employees Danielle Hancock and George Lovell make a costly mistake, they soon find out for themselves just how unusual and stringent that discipline can be.

Plunged into a world of domination and submission, both are forced on a journey of sexual self-discovery - with surprising results. For they can never return to the routine of their previous lives after experiencing the harsh, yet thrilling, regime of the disciplinarian . . .

Release date: September 4, 2008

Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group

Print pages: 224

Sample

‘Sit over there,’ she said, smiling. She indicated the only chair in the bedroom. ‘I’ve got something to show you.’

‘Look, it’s getting late. Perhaps I should . . .’

‘Just do as you’re told, George,’ she said sternly.

She stood at the foot of the bed and pulled the pins out of her long blond hair, shaking it out over her shoulders. Then very, very slowly she began to raise the hem of the tight dress. She put her knees together and wriggled her whole body from side to side as her fingers inched the material up over her knees. Her legs were sheathed in glossy champagne-coloured nylon.

‘Do you like what you see?’ she asked.

‘You’re gorgeous.’ George Lovell tried to concentrate. He meant what he said. Diane Flowers was a stunning woman. He’d been trying to get a date with her for weeks and yesterday she’d finally agreed to come out to dinner with him. Her timing couldn’t have been any worse. In other circumstances he would have found her performance incredibly exciting, but he was finding it hard to pay attention. He couldn’t stop thinking about work. What on earth was he going to do?

The dress revealed the tops of her stockings. They were hold-ups with deep lacy welts. Tantalisingly slowly she raised the hem higher until the delta of her thighs and a pair of white satin thong-cut panties were visible. She wriggled the dress up to her waist then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties, pulling them down over her creamy thighs. Her pubes had been trimmed into a neat strip. Below, her pussy lips were completely shaved and he could see them pressed together, almost as if they were pouting.

She allowed the panties to fall to the floor then stepped out of them. Spreading her feet apart she snaked her right hand over her hips and down between her thighs. He saw the tip of her finger push into her labia and she gave a gasp of pleasure as it found her clitoris. Immediately she began to frot it from side to side. With her other hand she grasped the front of the dress and yanked it down, the flesh of her breasts trembling at their sudden freedom. Her nipples were large and dark red. The long fingernails of her left hand, varnished the same colour as her dress, pinched one nipple after the other, making her body tremble with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

George felt pearls of sweat forming on his forehead. He tried to focus on her again. Diane was a stunningly beautiful and incredibly sexy woman and he couldn’t believe she was doing this for him. The trouble was, instead of the massive hard-on such wantonness would normally produce, his cock remained resolutely soft. His mind kept drifting back to his work. He was employed at one of the most successful advertising agencies in London. That afternoon he had made a terrible mistake in the print order for part of an advertising campaign he was in charge of and he knew he was going to be in trouble. His boss, Alexandria Steiner, was not known for her understanding nature. He had to think of something to say to her.

With the dress banded around her waist, Diane lay back on her big double bed. She bent her knees, the high heels of her shoes digging into the counterpane, and spread her legs apart. He could see the whole of her sex now, the crinkled mouth of her vagina and the little circular corrugated hole of her anus. He could see that her pussy lips were glistening wet. Her hand slipped lower. With no subtlety she thrust two, then three fingers into her vagina. She gasped again, loudly this time.

‘Now come and fuck me,’ she said, her voice husky with passion.

George got to his feet. He quickly stripped off his shirt and trousers. He turned his back on her while he stripped off his socks and pants but he could not hide for long the fact that his cock was still flaccid. He slipped down on to the bed beside her.

‘What’s wrong?’ she said at once, staring down at his cock.

‘I just . . .’

‘Just what? Don’t you fancy me?’

‘I’ve got problems at work.’

‘Rubbish. We’ve all got problems at work. That’s not good enough,’ she said, with real anger in her voice. He had never seen this side of her before. She sat up, her big breasts quivering. ‘Christ, George, do you think I’ve got myself all worked up like this so you can just lie there and do nothing. I want sex.’

‘I’m sorry, it’s not normally a problem . . .’

‘So what are we going to do about it, eh? Watching me wank obviously didn’t do the trick. What do you want me to do? Dress up in a school uniform, whip you, make you wear my clothes, tie you up? There must be something that turns you on. ’Cause I can tell you, sweetie, you’re not leaving this room until you give me what I want.’

‘It’s just a bad time for me, Diane.’

‘So what shall we try first?’ she said, showing no sympathy.

‘I just don’t think—’

‘That’s right, don’t think,’ she snapped. She jumped up off the bed and looked around the room. Her eyes alighted on the leather belt in his trousers. She picked them up and tore the belt from its loops.

‘I know. Let’s try the old CP. I had a boyfriend once; it used to drive him wild. Come on, turn over.’

‘What?’

‘You heard me.’ She whipped the belt down across the top of his thighs, making him yelp, his hands flying to his cock to protect it. ‘Turn over.’

‘Diane, please, I think I could lose my job tomorrow, I can’t . . .’

‘Are you a complete wimp?’

He was astonished at her reaction. He could hardly believe he was doing it but he rolled over on to his belly. Immediately a loud thwack echoed around the room and a line of fire burnt into his buttocks.

‘Hey!’ he protested. He rubbed his rump with his hands.

‘I’m not finished yet,’ Diane said in a voice that brooked no argument. ‘Take your hands away.’

George removed his hands. Another cut of the belt sliced across his buttocks, this one even harder than the first. And then an odd thing happened. There was another huge wave of pain, but at exactly the same time he felt a pulse of intense pleasure in his cock.

‘Turn over,’ she ordered.

He did as he was told. The pleasure he had felt was still not enough to make him erect.

‘So what shall we try now?’ She looked around the room again. ‘I know. Let’s see if you’re a closet TV.’ She picked up her discarded panties. ‘Put these on.’

‘What?’

‘You heard. Put my panties on.’

He was so ashamed at his lack of potency that he meekly took the panties from her, got up off the bed and stepped into them. As he drew them up over his legs the shiny slick material felt deliciously soothing against his hot, tortured buttocks and he could not suppress a moan of pleasure. The cold material felt wonderfully soft against his penis, too. He felt himself stir.

Diane noticed at once. ‘You like that, do you?’ She went to the chest of drawers on the far wall and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a white satin slip with spaghetti straps and threw it at him. ‘OK, now put that on.’

This was ridiculous, he told himself. He had never fantasised about wearing women’s clothes but it was undoubtedly having an effect on him. He knew he should have told her what to do with her slip, but instead he sat up and pulled it over his head, letting the smooth material float down over his slender body. Again he felt a wave of intense pleasure. The satin seemed to caress his skin.

‘Very pretty.’

He looked down. An erection was tenting the front of the white satin.

Diane threw herself back on the bed. ‘Come on. Come and fuck me, there’s a good girl.’ She opened her legs.

He knelt on the bed. He felt both incredibly foolish and incredibly turned on. For the first time all evening he had been able to forget about Alexandria Steiner.

‘I don’t need all this,’ he said.

‘Of course you don’t, darling.’ Diane reached out and grabbed his cock in her hand, rubbing it against the panties. He felt a huge surge. His balls, tightly contained in the crotch of the panties, seemed to pulse. ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘Pretend we’re two girls together and you’ve got a nice big dildo to fuck me with.’

For some reason he didn’t understand, that idea drove him wild. He pushed her hand aside then pulled the slip up and the panties down. His cock thrust into her labia, found the mouth of her vagina and lunged forward. She was soaking wet and there was no resistance. He still didn’t understand why he was so excited, but as he began to hammer into her the feeling of the silky material of the slip rubbing against his buttocks was incredibly exciting.

In seconds his cock was throbbing violently. He had always prided himself on being able to hold back his orgasm but tonight it was impossible. He felt her panting for breath and her vagina convulsing. As she pushed her head back and opened her mouth to scream in ecstasy as she came, he came too, great gobs of spunk jetting into the depths of her molten sex.

‘There’s nothing we can say, the order’s been printed.’

‘I could have sworn the copy was correct, George. I went over it really carefully.’

‘I know. I went over it too. But there’s no doubt we both missed it. Look, I’ll tell her it was my fault,’ George said gallantly.

‘But it wasn’t. It was my job to check the copy before it went to the printers, you know that. You can’t take all the blame,’ Danielle Hancock whispered.

They were sitting in the large anteroom outside Alexandria Steiner’s office on the tenth floor and didn’t want her secretary, who was sitting at a huge desk on the other side of the room, to hear their conversation. There were windows floor to ceiling giving an impressive panorama of the City of London, but neither of them were in the mood to admire the view.

‘There’s no point us both getting fired.’

‘I don’t think she’ll fire us, George.’

‘Maybe that’s preferable.’

‘Preferable to what?’

‘I’ve heard some very odd rumours.’

‘What sort of rumours?’

‘I’ve got a friend in Massey and Massey. He said they were up for that Prime Foods breakfast cereals account, did a big presentation and everything.’

‘Lots of companies pitched for the business.’

‘Yes, but this guy says the CEO was told Massey’s had it in the bag. Then suddenly the account goes to us.’

‘So what?’

‘Don’t you think it’s odd how quickly this company has expanded? I mean it’s not as though any of our campaigns have really hit the headlines.’

‘We’ve done good work.’

‘Good, but not great.’

‘So what are you saying?’

‘I don’t know. There’s just something odd going on. Don’t you remember that girl in accounts? She was off work for a month. She told one of the girls that she’d been—’

The phone on the secretary’s desk buzzed loudly once. She picked it up.

‘Ms Steiner’ll see you now,’ she announced. Pamela Rhodes was a tall, elegant redhead, her long hair the colour of flame. She had a reputation of being completely aloof and never mixed with any of the other staff at the agency.

Danielle and George got to their feet. George was short and slight in build and Danielle, in her high heels, was at least three inches taller than him. In other circumstances George would have been delighted to be in Danielle’s company. She was a very attractive woman and he had always fancied her. She had short wavy blond hair and a supple, slender figure with a narrow waist and long legs. The features of her face were delicate, with a small nose, a finely chiselled chin and a pursed sensual mouth, but her blue eyes were large and always seemed to sparkle.

George knocked on one of the oak-panelled double doors that led to Alexandria Steiner’s office.

‘Come,’ he heard.

He opened the door and they walked in.

The office was huge. It was floored in polished oak with a big chunky rug in front of the desk. There was a Lichtenstein oil on one wall, the cartoon head of a woman staring imperiously at a man who, because of the perspective, looked much smaller, and a long, low red leather sofa underneath it. There was a coffee table and three leather armchairs in the same angular style in front of the sofa. Alexandria Steiner was standing gazing out of the wall of window behind her desk. She was in her thirties with long, very straight satiny dark brown hair that was brushed out over her shoulders. She was wearing a tailored black suit with a skirt so short it revealed most of her interminably long legs, their contours shaped by the spiky high heels of her black suede calf-length boots. The skirt was tight and moulded itself to her perfectly round, plump buttocks. Her legs were sheathed in glossy black nylon and reflected the light. Even in his present state of trepidation George could not help but admire them.

Alexandria did not move. George and Danielle stood in front of her desk, a vast construction that appeared to be made entirely from green-tinted glass and stainless steel.

‘You know what this is about. So what have you got to say for yourselves?’ she said finally, without moving.

‘It was entirely my fault,’ George said.

‘No, George, that’s not true,’ Danielle replied.

Alexandria swivelled round abruptly. She had a rather long, almost aquiline face with a straight nose, large flaring nostrils, high cheekbones and a fleshy mouth. The dark brown eyes stared unwaveringly. The jacket of her suit was cut low and, as she was not wearing a blouse, her obviously large breasts pushed out against the material, the tanned flesh of their upper surfaces clearly visible. George tried not to stare at them.

‘You are both responsible. We ordered over three hundred thousand leaflets to be printed for a new insurance policy which suggests . . .’ She walked to her desk and picked up a printed leaflet ‘. . . it provides around the cock service. Was that meant to be a joke?’

‘It must have been a typo,’ George said.

‘That neither of you picked up. The agency is going to have to bear the cost of that print run. We certainly can’t pass it on to the client.’ She was running her finger along the lapel of the jacket, down to where her cleavage was exposed. ‘So I’m afraid I have no choice but to fire you both. That will be all.’

‘Fire us?’ Danielle said, in shock.

‘That’s not fair. We’ve both worked for this agency for three years. We’ve never made a mistake before,’ George protested.

‘And you’ve been paid for three years. Well paid.’

George looked at Danielle. Tears were welling in her eyes. The advertising industry had contracted significantly recently and he knew they were both lucky to have a job at Steiner’s - one of the few agencies that didn’t seem to have been affected by the recession. The employment prospects for two copywriters did not look good.

‘Please, it could have happened to anyone,’ Danielle said.

‘That will be all.’ Alexandria sat down in the tan leather swivel chair behind her desk. She crossed her legs. Her skirt was so short that George imagined he had caught a glimpse of her black panties.

‘Look, Ms Steiner, we made a mistake. One mistake. You must be able to give us another chance,’ Danielle said.

Alexandria drummed the fingers of one hand on the glass desktop. Her fingers were as long and slender as her legs, and her fingernails were carefully manicured and varnished a jungle red.

Sensing her hesitation Danielle added, ‘Please . . .’

‘Mmm . . .’ She got to her feet again. ‘I don’t usually reconsider, but . . .’ She came around the desk, her high heels clanking on the wooden floor.

‘We’ll do anything,’ George said, certain he was speaking for Danielle too.

Alexandria came up behind George, so close he could feel her breath on his neck. She towered above him and her expensive musky perfume seemed to envelop him.

‘Do you find me attractive, George?’

It was an extraordinary question in any circumstances. Alexandria Steiner was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was also fabulously wealthy and was always dressed in the finest and most expensive clothes. Unlike many men, George had always taken an interest in women’s fashions and knew exactly how much her extensive wardrobe cost.

‘Yes, Ms Steiner.’

‘And you, Danielle?’ she said, moving to the blonde.

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

‘It’s a simple question,’ Alexandria snapped, her voice like a gun-shot. ‘Do you find me attractive?’

‘You’re a very beautiful woman.’

‘That’s not what I asked.’

‘Yes, yes, I find you attractive but I’m not—’

‘Not what? Not sexually attracted to women?’ The cotton shift Danielle was wearing was sleeveless and George saw Alexandria run a finger down her bare arm. It made the blonde shudder but she said nothing. ‘If you want me to give you a second chance I suggest you answer my question.’

‘I don’t see how my—’

‘I asked you a question.’

‘No, I’m not sexually attracted to women.’

‘There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? And you, George?’ He felt her breath again as she moved back behind him. ‘Do you find members of the same sex attractive?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Very definite.’ Alexandria walked around the desk again. ‘All right. Listen carefully. I regard myself as a strict disciplinarian. That is why I fire people who make mistakes. But there is an alternative form of discipline that can prove just as efficacious. Punishment.’

‘Punishment,’ George repeated. The word had a peculiar effect on him; his buttocks still tingled along the two welts Diane Flowers had given him last night.

‘You will agree to work for me at my house for one month. After that you will return to the agency and get your old jobs back. In that time I can assure you that you will learn to be much more careful in your work. You will also agree never to mention this to anyone, inside the company or out.’

‘What sort of work?’

‘That is for me to decide.’

‘You mean like a domestic servant?’ George asked.

Alexandria ignored the question. ‘You will report to my house at seven tomorrow night. Pamela will give you the address. You are to give her your measurements and shoe size. Do not bring anything with you. If you do not arrive, or are so much as one minute late, then you will be deemed to be dismissed and your personal effects will be sent on to you together with your remaining salary. Do I make myself clear?’

They both nodded.

‘Go,’ Alexandria Steiner said, sitting down at her desk. She opened a file and began reading, making it clear there was nothing more to be said.

The weather matched her feelings. She was deeply depressed. She had worked hard to get a good degree and even harder to succeed at Steiner’s. For three years she had really enjoyed the work she was doing and the fruits of it. She’d even managed to buy herself a small flat, though she had a hefty mortgage. Which was why she couldn’t afford to lose her job. The thought of working as some sort of servant for Alexandria Steiner was demeaning, but she cl. . .