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Female Boss Punishes
(Miranda Birch)

How long shall I keep him at `The Birches' she asked herself. Just the weekend? Or maybe for a week or two? He was so scared stiff of the situation he had got himself into, and particularly of the inevitable consequences if she did what she easily could do and informed the authorities, that she knew she would have no difficulty in keeping him there for quite a while. What a delicious thought! There was nothing quite so enjoyable as humbling -- truly humbling -- a young, ambitious and arrogant man. All of which Nigel Cuthbertson certainly was. Luckily he had no permanent ties -- she had checked his personnel file. that avoided any possible complications. She could whip him raw and no one would be any the wiser. Certainly Mister Nigel Cuthbertson wouldn't go complaining to anyone. Ms Forbes smiled contentedly. I've got this bastard well and truly by the balls, she told herself. 



"Get out... get out, you thieving swine!" Ms Forbes had a riding crop in her hand -- she always kept one in the boot -- and was lashing it across Nigel's jacketed back. 



"Owww... ahhh... I c-can't... I'm too stiff... ahhhh... my wrists... oh, these things are cutting..." 



"Can't?" Virginia's voice was scornful. "I'll remove that word from your vocabulary! Out, I say, out!" The crop lashed several times... and, howling, Nigel forced himself up over the edge of the boot and crashed down on to the gravel drive. He was panting, almost whimpering, feeling utterly unmanly. Virginia's high-heeled shoes gleamed under the BMW's rear lights. 



"I don't want to hear the word `can't' again from you this weekend. Up! On your feet... and into the house!" 



Mind reeling, hampered by his hands cuffed behind his back, Nigel awkwardly rose to his feet. He still couldn't quite believe this was all happening to him. Had Virginia Forbes gone mad? How could a woman behave so? How could she treat another human being -- a colleague -- so? It was all crazy. 



"Yaaiiieee... aaaggghhh!" Ms Forbes's pointed toe had caught him sharply in the cleft of his rump. Oh, it hurt! He almost collapsed to the gravel again. "I said -- into the house," came that relentless voice from above. Nigel staggered on towards the curving steps which fronted the darkened mansion. 



Good grief! What had he let himself in for? He had agreed to accept Ms Forbes's punishment rather than let the law take its course. It had seemed to him it would be bound to be easier. But his doubts about the "soft option" were growing by the minute. It just seemed to get worse and worse. 



Once in the house, she un-cuffed his hands, then she took a seat, and pointed silently at a spot on the floor before her. He moved to it, and stood there, wondering with mounting apprehension what on Earth was likely to happen next. 



"Strip." 



"What?" That had come out of left field. 



"Are you stupid as well as dishonest? I said strip." 



"But that's... I can't..." 



"Oh, sod it, to Hell with you, I'll let the Old Bill deal with it..." A telephone sat on a small table beside her chair. She raised the receiver. 



"No!" 



Nigel began to disrobe. She tapped her riding crop against the chair leg impatiently, watching him. As he undressed, his mind was racing. He... he wasn't here just for a bit of the old slap and tickle, was he? That would be... well, she was bit older, but Nigel supposed he could manage. And if that was all it was, well...