David Conway was a bastard. That, in fact, was putting it mildly. To his credit, he didn't hide what he was. In fact, he'd told me the day he hired me. He'd not only told me he was a bastard, but had made me say the words back to him.

He was a tyrant who did not allow anyone to question his decisions. I was, he told me, there to do as he told me, nothing more and nothing less. I was to obey him instantly, without thought, for why would I need to think? When he said jump, I was to jump. He'd even made me jump up and down to demonstrate.

So why would anyone work for a man like him? Well, four times my previous salary, for one. Mind you, my previous salary was as a waitress, so wasn't much to write home about. It had been adequate, though, as a part time job while I went to college.

It had not been adequate, when my father lost his job and took to drinking, to make up for him not paying the mortgage on the house he and I and my mother, brother and sister lived in. David Conway was a bastard, but he was also the father of a girl I had once played soccer with, and the Vice President of the bank.

We'd met, and I'd had girlish fantasies about him at the time because he was so, well, strong, so handsome, so stern and self assured. Here was a man, I'd thought. I'd been quite right, but also quite underestimated just how much of a domineering man he was. I'd suspected from the way he looked at me and the words he used that he was attracted to me at the time.

But that hadn't really mattered. The deal to work for him also included a delay on the foreclosure of our house, one he could explain as a benefit for an employee. I'd do just about anything for that, including a little sex. And that was what I had thought of sex at the time, as a little thing. He was an attractive man. If letting him grope me some, even doing a few five minute sex sessions, would keep our house, well, I'd endure it easily enough.

I hadn't imagined a bare-bottom spanking might be part of the deal. What a shock that had been! It had been mortifying! And yet, even then I'd felt a strange dark yearning within me. Sex had come, of course, since then, wild, raw, violent, savage, incredible sex which had been unlike anything I'd ever imagined!

The orgasms I'd had at his hands had been by far the most intense of my life. He'd used me, dominated me, forced me, quite literally, to crawl before him. He'd spanked me, strapped me, even flogged my breasts! He'd given me to other men without even consulting me, without my consent!

Or resistance.