Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Fourteen


"Kneel up and let me get a good look at you" Lisa commanded when
he arrived in front of her.

"Please let me go now", he whined, "I can't take much more of
this. Look, my dick is bright red from that awful tape. Your
husband is very pleased with my work and I am sure he would not
want me treated like this."

"Oh really! YOUR work. That's not what I have been hearing."

Jack looked down at the carpet. How could she know? St Claire had
never given any indication that he suspected anything was amiss.

He tried another tack.

"There are laws about treating people this way, you know. I will
report this to the police the first chance I get." And with that
he started to get up.

She pushed him back down with her foot.

"Not so fast, wanker! Do you really think they will believe you.
It's your word against mine. I could say that after dinner you
attacked me and tried to rape me. Much more plausible don't you
think?"

Jack thought it over and had to admit that going to the police
because he had been put over a woman's knee and spanked with a
hairbrush and then had to spend the night in her wardrobe with
packing tape wrapped around his prick, did sound a bit ludicrous.

In the end his only response was "I'm hungry."

"Oh well we can't have that, can we?" she smiled at him as she
buttered him a piece of toast. When she was satisfied it had been
evenly applied, she tossed it on the floor. It landed face down.

"You will not get any more food today, if you waste that nice
piece of toast," she explained, as he hesitated over the furry
morsel.

He picked it up and tried to remove most of the fluff before
attempting to eat it. Lisa just laughed at him.

"Picky, picky" she said, as she took a sip of her freshly
squeezed orange juice. "I suppose you're thirsty now as well?"

"Yes.........Madam" came the begrudging reply.

Well you look like you could do with a wash, you can have a drink
in the bath. She pointed to a door on the other side of the bed.

"Go on in and get in the bath, I will be right there to turn on
the taps for you. Off you go and don't forget to crawl."

Jack was beginning to suspect that all this might be an elaborate
turn on for her prior to having sex with him. The rich were
famous for being a bit kinky between the sheets. If that was what
it was all about, maybe she intended that they take a bath
together. Now he would not mind that at all. So he did as he had
been told.

The bath was cold on his skin. He would have preferred the water
in first, but the lady had said otherwise.

She followed him within a minute of hearing his 'oohs' and 'aahs'
as his flesh touched the cold enamel. She walked straight over to
the side of the bath, raised her bathrobe and placed her bottom
directly over his face. Then she relieved herself. It all
happened so fast, that Jack found himself coughing and
spluttering as her golden rain entered his mouth.

"You can't have been that thirsty", she said as she stood up,
"you spilt most of it."

He just looked at her in amazement.

The next thing he knew, she had the shower hose in her hand and
was pummeling his whole body with cold water. She did not miss an
inch.

When she finished she handed him a towel and told him to get out
and dry off. 

She made herself comfortable by sitting in a wicker chair near
the bathtub, and watched as he dried himself off. He was
absolutely silent. 

"Now that I have shown you exactly what I think of you", she said
in a most disparaging tone, "you can run me a nice hot bath. Then
you will bathe me."

Jack was operating on semi automatic. Never before had anybody
done anything like that to him and he was shocked. He put the
plug in the bath and turned on the hot tap. 

"Don't forget the bath oil, wanker!"

He thought 'Oh no, how could I forget that! The teasing bitch
pissed on ME and now SHE wants to smell sweet!' but he said, "No
Madam."