Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Eleven


He was sunk! He would have to leave. He knew he would be lucky if
he still had a job after this. He stood up trying desperately to
hold the dinner napkin in front of him.

"It looks more like an erection to me!", Lisa said as she pushed
the napkin to one side.

Jack hung his head in shame. He wished the floor would open up
and swallow him. What could he say that would possibly excuse his
behaviour?

Lisa sat down on one of the dining chairs and said,

"Well what have you got to say for yourself? How do you explain
this disgusting behaviour in my home?"

Jack just stood there. He could think of absolutely nothing to
say.

"Alice", Lisa shouted into the other room, "fetch my hairbrush!"

He heard but did not see Alice leave the room. He was so
confused, what did she want a hairbrush for? He could not believe
she intended to groom her hair while he just stood there in this
predicament. A 'predicament' that stubbornly refused to subside.

"Please may I be excused, Madam?" He hardly recognised the sound
of his own voice, it sounded so feeble.

"You most certainly may not. I have not finished with you yet!"

Alice returned and Jack now felt doubly embarrassed. He knew she
must be staring at him as well.

"Pull down your trousers and pants and bend over my lap, I am
going to smack your bottom."

Jack looked up in utter surprise, "What!"

"You heard me, now do as I say." Then she added, almost as an
afterthought, "I presume you would like to keep your job Jack?"

He did not know how to respond. He assumed that she probably
could get him fired. She could make up any story she wanted to
and tell St Claire to get rid of him. After all she probably had
the old guy wrapped around her little finger. He took a deep
breath and started to undo his trousers. What choice did he have.
Finding another job as good as his would be virtually impossible
in today's economic conditions. He decided to try and hide his
embarrassment and humour her.

"That's more like it, I am glad you see it my way."

He dropped his trousers and pants and then tried to cup his
genitals in his hand, but his erection poked out over the top. He
was aware that he looked completely stupid, standing there with
his clothes down around his ankles and his face burned hot with
the humiliation of it. He felt like a naughty schoolboy.

He wasn't helped by the fact that Lisa had parted her long black
evening gown at the front and now sat there with her beautiful
legs, encased in black nylons, fully exposed to him.

"Look at it!" she pointed straight at the source of all his
troubles. "It's disgusting! Bend over here!" she ordered as she
patted her lap.

Bright red and biting his tongue, he waddled as best he could
towards her, hesitated, then slowly lowered himself across her
sexy legs. What choice did he have? His whole career hung in the
balance.

He yelped in pain as the first swipe of the hairbrush hit home.
He could not believe such an ordinary everyday item packed such a
wallop.

"Aaaah" he screamed as the second hit with more force.

"Oh don't be such a wimp. It's only my hairbrush. I thought you
were a man!" Lisa taunted as she applied the third and fourth
strokes.

"Oowwwwh" came the response. 

In between each stroke he tried to make his erection go away but
it wouldn't. It liked being rubbed gently on her stockings, it
was a powerfully erotic sensation. So try as he may he could not
succeed.

"Yaaaaaah" he yelled as the fifth and sixth hit his already
glowing backside.