Justice for Georgina, Part 1

WARNING: The following story includes spanking between consenting adults. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18 or if such content offends you. 

The clock crept closer to 6:00 p.m. as Georgina watched the employees of Corrigan & Son gradually file out of the door. It was a warm Friday in early May, the kind that carried the promise of a hot sweet summer without its sweat-drenched realities, and even the most dedicated members of the staff were eager to enjoy the evening. Although a fire of sorts had broken out that day, only Mr. Corrigan himself could put it out, and there was nothing anyone else could do to help it, as he had reassured the many who had stopped by today to offer their assistance. Marcus Corrigan, Jr., the de facto head of the firm as the elder Marcus Corrigan had all but officially retired last year, was in the process of fighting the fire now. Georgina alternated between saying her goodbyes to her co-workers and watching Marcus pace back and forth in the modern glass-paned suite that hung suspended in the middle of the otherwise traditional, wood-dominated three-floor office, earpiece engaged, jacket removed, clearly working to keep his anger at bay as he attempted to placate the voice on the other end. Occasionally he shot glances down to Georgina’s desk, and though she had so far successfully avoided eye contact, she felt his eyes boring into the top of her head as she bent down over a completely random pile of papers and affected distraction. 

Georgina’s work for the day was technically complete, but she wasn’t going anywhere. As the others made their exit, some stopped to chat for a minute, and all wished the pretty secretary a good weekend, most unaware that she had been the catalyst for the problem that Mr. Corrigan was dealing with upstairs. Georgina dispensed pleasantries and smiles with practiced dexterity while willing the tidal waves of panic within her to subside. If anyone noticed her unusually flushed face and her stammer, none let on. Finally, the office was empty with the exception of Georgina, Marcus, and office manager Jessica Finlay, who now emerged from her office with her usual leisurely gait and sauntered towards the desk where Georgina nearly vibrated with nervous anticipation. 

Georgina relaxed a bit when she saw Jessica making her way towards her. The impossibly chic older woman, who wore her supermodel’s willowy build with a casual elegance that Georgina longed to emulate, tilted her head and gave Georgina a sympathetic smile as she approached her desk. Coming behind it, Jessica enfolded her in a hug, pressing Georgina tightly and enveloping her in a cloud of expensive perfume and cashmere. “It’s all going to be okay,” she whispered soothingly, rubbing her friend’s back. Georgina, who stood a diminutive 5” to Jessica’s 5’11”, looked up at her with the widest eyes Jessica had ever seen. “I don’t think so,” she choked out, letting the tear she’d been holding back finally spill down her cheek. Jessica’s own eyes widened.

“Oh honey! I promise. Really. It’s going to be fine.” She enveloped Georgina again, patting the raven hair that hung loose down to the girl’s waist. “He’s pissed but I promise you’ll be ok.” Pulling back, Georgina groaned and covered her face in her hands, falling dramatically into her chair. 

“I really don’t think so, Jess! He’s been staring daggers at me all afternoon. I just don’t know how I could have overlooked this. It was so stupid! He’s going to fire me or break up with me or both.” Georgina plopped back down in her office chair and squeezed her eyes shut, picturing again her careless run through her tasks on Monday and again this morning. Distracted, she had missed the fact that she had erroneously scheduled a key legacy client’s biannual appointment at midnight rather than noon while telling said client she’d scheduled him midday as always, causing a double booking. The double booking for the noon hour might have not been so catastrophic had it not put two sworn enemies – men who were never scheduled in the same week, let alone day, as Georgina well knew – in the same boardroom, where sparks began to fly even before Mr. Corrigan had arrived at 12:03. Having placated one of the men, Marcus was now attempting to soothe the other, a sour and exacting man 10 years older than Corrigan Sr., as he repeatedly declared himself on the verge of pulling his business. 

“Aw, babe,” Jessica sighed, leaning against Georgina’s desk. “It sure wasn’t your brightest moment. But you’ll survive.” She put her hand on Georgina’s shoulder and jostled her, making the younger woman look up. “I promise. He’s pissed, but he’s crazy about you and this isn’t going to change that.” 

Georgina groaned again, staring up at Jessica. She knew she could confide in her, but she couldn’t help her trepidation. Jessica may have played matchmaker for her and Marcus and kept their secret in the office so far, but ultimately, she was Marcus’ friend and confidante. Maybe she already knew what the rest of Georgina’s evening would hold – an unceremonious dismissal and the demise of another one of Georgina’s aspirations – but had been tasked with placating the girl until Marcus had time to handle her firing. 

“Baaaabe,” Jessica crooned again, putting her hand again on Georgina’s head and rubbing softly. “You might need to sit on a pillow this weekend, but you’ll be ok.” Georgina’s head shot up. Though Jessica had helped her connect with Marcus on a personal level, she had no idea that she knew such intimate details about his proclivities. Jessica looked at Georgina’s wide-eyed face and giggled. “Of course I know, Georgie,” she reassured as the younger woman put her face in her hands again. “Come on now.”

Georgina continued to hide behind her hands, assessing her situation. She supposed she should have known that Jessica, Marcus’ friend since their law school days and his ex-girlfriend, would be privy to his preferences. She supposed – though she had no time to think about it now – that Jessica had picked up on Georgina’s inclinations as well, though how she had done so was still a mystery to Georgina. One way or another she had made sure that the lovely new secretary had found her way not only into the bed but also across the lap of Marcus Corrigan – a completely singular event in the firm’s history, as far as she could discern. Georgina had a million questions for Jess, who continued to smile at her indulgently. Suddenly, both woman’s heads shot up at the sound of Marcus swinging his door open upstairs. He walked out to the landing and regarded them with a scowl. 

“You’ll both be glad to know we lost no business today,” he related grimly, letting his eyes lock briefly with Jessica’s before zeroing in on Georgina. The latter, who was desperate to bury her face in her hands again, forced herself to keep his gaze. 

“I really am so-” she began, before she was cut off by Marcus, who now ignored her to speak again to Jessica.

“You should head home, Jess,” he said, “it’s a gorgeous Friday night and I know you’ve got something exciting planned. Go ahead.” His voice was easy, but both women detected a touch of steel and quickly exchanged glances. “You can go, Jess, it’s cool,” Georgina managed to say. “I’ll…text you tomorrow.” 

Jessica looked up at Marcus with a raised eyebrow and a mildly amused smirk. Georgina didn’t know if it was the long friendship between the two, Jessica’s usual preference for women, or her confidence, but she was the only woman whom Georgina had ever seen interact with Marcus who wasn’t the least bit flummoxed by his looks and charm. “You need to chill,” she told him, her voice silky and calm. Georgina was surprised to see the visible way his body relaxed, matching the softer tone of his voice when he spoke again.

“I’m good,” he assured her. “And we’ll be fine. Georgina will be fine. We’re going to have a serious conversation, but we’ll move on. Shit happens.” He looked at Georgina again, giving her a reassuring nod. She felt herself relax too. 

Jessica turned to Georgina and gave her a quick hug goodbye. “Shit happens,” she echoed before waving to them both and departing, leaving a cloud of her signature jasmine perfume her wake. Georgina heard Jessica lock the door behind her.  

Then she was gone, and Georgina was alone with Marcus, reluctantly lifting her head again to look at him on the landing above her. She quickly regarded the door through which Jessica had existed and contemplated fleeing before dissuading herself of the notion. She shuddered. Marcus’ handsome face was serious as he leaned against the railing of the staircase that led down to the level where she sat. 

“Come. Up. Here.” Marcus’ command was deep, resonant, echoing through Georgina’s body as she continued to sit in her chair below. Sensing that he would be loath to repeat himself, she stood up and began walking towards the staircase that would lead her up to his office suite. His piercing green-eyed gaze was steady on her as she climbed the stairs, waiting for her with his arms crossed. When she reached the top, he regarded her with disappointment. 

“Well, Georgina Catherine,” he intoned softly. “What in the world do you have to say for yourself?”

Georgina shivered, looking down at her feet to avoid his gaze. The phrase was familiar to her from their kinky forays in the bedroom over the last few months – forays that more often than not involved Marcus playfully smacking her bottom and thighs to her great delight – but there was nothing playful about his demeanor now. 

“I’m-”

Marcus cut her off. “I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry again, Georgina,” he told her. She tried to look down at her shoes to avoid his gaze, but she felt him firmly grasp her chin between his thumb and forefinger and lift her face up, making it impossible to avoid his eyes without closing her own. “I want an explanation of exactly how and why you made a careless error that almost lost this firm its oldest client.” 

Georgina sighed tremulously, feeling her voice shake as she attempted to give Marcus a satisfactory answer. “I just…I guess I just…”

Marcus lifted his other hand and gave her a light smack of her right cheek. Though it was light, it still stung a bit, certainly more than when Marcus had done the same thing in bed. He repeated the motion two more times. Georgina winced. “I want you to focus, young lady,” he told her. “You know exactly how and why this happened. You just don’t want to admit it because you’re ashamed of yourself and you still think there may be a way to avoid consequences for this. Am I right?” 

Georgina nodded. His hand came down again, this time on her other cheek, a bit sharper now. “Use your words, Georgina Catherine,” he instructed patiently. “Answer me properly and address me correctly. We discussed this just last Saturday, remember?”

“Yes…yes, Sir,” Georgina answered. 

Last Saturday, which had marked five months of dating for the couple, Marcus had broached the subject of discipline and punishment while he was showing her his collection of implements. So thoroughly had Georgina enjoyed the hand spankings he’d delivered as foreplay, and so well had she taken to their ever-increasing intensity, that he’d suggested adding some “toys” to their repertoire. Looking through his implement chest while kneeling on the floor at the foot of his bed, clad in nothing but one of his t-shirts, Georgina had dug a long, thick, heavy strap from the very bottom of the pile and held it up with wide eyes, turning her head over her shoulder to look up at Marcus. He was standing behind her with his hand on her head, playing with her hair with an indulgent smile on his face as she enthused or asked questions about each implement in turn. 

“This one looks a little scary,” she told him with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Though she didn’t say it, her eyes were clearly asking him if he would really use this on her, and she wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to hear. “Don’t worry, babygirl. I’ll only if you’re very, very naughty,” he assured her. Georgina just stared. 

“Really?” she asked. “You mean, like…for real?” 

Marcus came around and took her hand, leading her to the bed. He guided her to sit in his lap, then looked down at her. She still held the “scary” strap in her hand as she returned his gaze expectantly. God, she was beautiful, he thought. Beautiful, tiny, perfectly proportioned, sweetly submissive, Marcus felt as though he was holding a treasure. He wondered if he should drop the whole thing and recommence playtime. Would he scare her? 

“Oooo-kay,” he said slowly, still assessing the best way to approach the subject. “You know how much I love spanking you. I know how much you love it.” Georgina blushed and pressed her face into his chest, but she nodded. “Well,” he continued, rubbing her back, “that’s all great fun. And I’m having a lot of fun with you, Georgie. But if you want…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. Why was this so difficult, he wondered? It was not his first time having this conversation, not by a long shot. He must like this girl even more than he’d thought, he realized.

Georgina raised her head again to look at him. “If I want…?” she prompted.

“If you want to get more serious – and, just to be clear, I very much do – there might be times when I have to give you a spanking that’s…not so fun. Do you know what I’m saying?”

Georgina raised her eyebrows. “I’m not totally sure. Do you mean that you’d like to play harder than we have been?”

“Well, sure, that too,” he admitted with a grin. “There are a million dirty things I’m gonna do to you, baby.” He paused to kiss her, then continued more seriously. “But that’s not quite what I’m talking about here. I’m thinking more along the lines of the type of spanking you get when you need discipline. Punishment. Have you ever received corporal discipline, Georgina?”

Georgina was blushing deep scarlet now, squirming a bit in his lap. “Just once or twice,” she mumbled, “when I was a kid. But I’m twenty-seven and-”

“Sure. You’re a grown woman. No doubt about that.” He paused to give her an exaggerated once-over, making her giggle again. “But you don’t always behave like a grown woman, do you, my dear?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Georgina Catherine,” said, his voice suddenly taking on a firm paternal tone while he tightened his arms around her, “I’ve noticed you have some very bad habits. You’re intelligent and capable, that much is clear. But you can be careless, disorganized, a little flighty.” Georgina balked, starting to push him away, but Marcus continued to hold her tight. “You’ve also got a quick temper and a real resistance to doing what you’re told. Any of these ringing true, young lady?”

Georgina’s head was spinning. His strict tone, his use of her full name as well as “young lady”, his enumeration of her bad habits – all of this should have made her furious, she thought, but instead she felt an inexplicable pleasure mixed with her embarrassment at being scolded and basically called immature. If anyone else had criticized her and spoken to her this way, she knew she would be out the door. But she wanted anything but to be away from Marcus in this moment. Instead, she nodded.

“Use your words, Georgina,” he told her, tapping her bottom lightly with his palm. Georgina squirmed.

“You’re…not wrong,” she finally said with a tremulous sigh. Marcus raised his eyebrows.

“Use your adult words, Georgina,” he said, now lightly tapping her cheek with his hand. Georgina was buzzing with a combination of trepidation, shame, desire, arousal, and something else she couldn’t put her finger on.”

“You’re right,” she finally said. “I can be careless. Immature. Impatient. Temperamental. Contrary. You’re right. And…I think it’s holding me back, honestly.” Marcus nodded, satisfied.

“Very good,” he told her, rubbing her back. “That’s good. I’m proud of you for acknowledging that. Now. Have you considered that some good old-fashioned discipline might help you with these issues?”

Georgina lowered her head to his chest again. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice muffled. “This is…kind of a lot. But…maybe? Yes?” Marcus nodded.

“Look at me, babygirl,” he commanded her softly. She obeyed. “When we’re having a conversation about your behavior, I’d like you to address me with respect. We don’t always have to be formal, of course, but when we are discussing your discipline, I expect you to call me ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina answered quietly. “Yes, Sir, I understand.”  

“Good, very good,” he approved. “Now. I’m not expecting you to sign your rights away tonight,” he laughed, “and you can think about it-”

“I don’t need to,” Georgina said, to both his surprise and her own, but she felt her entire being pulling her towards what Marcus was offering. “I want to try it. I’m not saying it will definitely work for me, but…I want to try it.”

Marcus breathed a massive sigh of relief, and it was only at that moment that Georgina realized how nervous he himself had been about broaching the subject. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, and soon they were entangled, lying back on the bed.

“So that settles it,” he whispered in her ear before finally allowing her to shift his focus to his now painful erection, “the next time you’re very naughty, I’m going to punish you. I’m going to give you a good, hard, painful spanking on your bare bottom and teach you a good lesson. I’m going to make sure you remember your lesson every time you sit down for the next week. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina breathed, feeling as if she would explode. 

The conversation, and the prospect of being strictly punished by her strong, dashing boyfriend had been extremely exciting for Georgina. But now that she was standing before him getting ready to face the consequences of her “truly naughty” behavior, the wondered if she had been crazy to agree to this “experiment” while in the throes of passion last weekend. What if it was horrible? What if Marcus really meant to hurt her? 

“Let’s try this again, Georgina, and I suggest you not try my patience tonight. Please explain to me exactly how this happened.”

Georgina took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice shaky but clear. She explained how she’d been distracted and careless for the past few weeks as she’d purchased a subscription to an audiobook app and couldn’t stop listening to books, especially crime and mystery novels, which she hoped to write one day. She admitted that she was calling this “research”, though she knew deep down that she was using it as a distraction both from her own writing and from studying for the LSATs, which she had been putting off again this year. She struggled to admit, finally, that she had started listening to audiobooks while she was at her desk at work – something that Marcus had expressly forbidden when she was hired, but did not really have time to monitor, especially as Georgina usually wore one wireless earpod that she covered with her hair to avoid detection. Jessica, whom of course nothing escaped, had been indulgent with Georgina’s bad habit, but had warned her not to let Marcus find out. Now he was not only finding out that she had continually broken his rule and concealed it but was finding this out through the consequences of her rule-breaking. Georgina was grateful to Jessica for avoiding saying “I told you so” before leaving today. 

When she finished speaking, Marcus simply nodded grimly and took her hand, leading her into his office. When inside, he pushed a button near his desk, which triggered the release of wooden walls that automatically slid out to encompass the glass cube in soundproof wood while blackout curtains slid out to cover the glass from the inside. Georgina breathed heavily. She knew about this feature, which Marcus used for privacy during the workday or on the occasions that he had to spend the night in the office. Georgina looked around the large space, its sleek black furniture, its faint scent of paper and strong coffee and Marcus’ light but heady cologne. Once she and Marcus were encased within the office, he flipped a switch on the wall. A warm, low light enveloped the room. Marcus stood silently, watching Georgina as she looked around and fidgeted. 

“I think you need to take a few minutes to calm down. Take a few breaths. Prepare yourself,” Marcus told her. He walked over and put his arms around her, gathering her in a hug. “Are you good, babygirl?” he asked quietly. “Do you want to do this? If you’re having second thoughts, now is your chance.”

Georgina pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Yes, Sir,” she said clearly. “I want to do this. I w-w-want…I want you to punish me. I deserve it.” Marcus nodded. Then he pointed to the corner on the far-right side of the room, near a leather loveseat and a bookshelf. 

“Go and put your nose in that corner, young lady,” he told her. “I want you to stand in the corner and think about what you did and why you’re going to get a hard spanking tonight.”

Georgina raised an eyebrow and looked at Marcus askance. “The corner? Really?” She had barely finished saying it when Marcus grabbed her arm, whipped her around, and smacked her three times in quick succession on her pencil skirt-encased bottom. Georgina gasped in surprise. 

“This is not a good time to argue with me, Georgina Catherine,” he warned her. “The parameters of your punishment are not for you to decide. If I tell you to stand in the corner, the only words out of your mouth should be ‘yes, Sir.’ Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina answered quickly, though she was mortified at this command. Slowly she walked over to the corner Marcus had designated, trying not to drag her feet in obvious displeasure, indignant at being forced to stand in the corner like a naughty little girl. But she did it, automatically clasping her hands behind her back and considering the undoubtedly ridiculous picture she presented – a grown (if diminutive) woman in a grey pencil skirt, white silk blouse, and high-heeled pumps standing in the corner while a man sternly watched her, arms crossed, not far behind. 

Georgina heard Marcus moving around behind her, heard the sound of fabric as he removed his jacket and hung it up in a small wardrobe on the other side of the room. Some other soft sounds told her that he was rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie, as he always did towards the end of the workday. She heard him slowly walk over to his bar cart and pour what she knew to be two fingers of Bourbon, neat, into a tumbler. Then she heard him set the tumbler down, presumably having emptied the contents, and walk back over to where she stood. She felt him not far behind her, the notes of his cologne and recently consumed Bourbon intoxicating her. The heady mixture of anxiety, guilt, arousal, and uncertainty nearly made her swoon. She took a deep breath and willed herself to stand still, avoiding the overwhelming desire to fidget. 

“Turn around,” Marcus commanded softly. Georgina obeyed, turning to look up at him. His face was serious and calm, immediately soothing her nerves. “Have you been thinking about what you did, young lady?”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina answered, though in truth, she had found it hard to focus on much of anything during her cornertime. 

“Good,” Marcus answered, reaching out to take her hand and lead her over to the leather loveseat. He sat down and pulled her across his lap in a smooth motion, and Georgina found her face pressing into the cool leather before she knew what had happened. Marcus shifted his knees slightly, adjusting her position such that her round upturned bottom was tilted perfectly for the coming onslaught. He placed his hand on it and rubbed it slowly with a deceptive gentleness. Georgina felt herself blush.

“Now, Georgina,” Marcus continued. “Why am I going to punish you?”

“Because I was careless,” Georgina answered. “I neglected my responsibilities, and my mistake had a negative impact on the firm. And…on you, Sir,” she added. “I endangered your reputation. I’m sorry, Sir.” 

“That’s a good girl,” Marcus intoned soothingly, continuing to rub her bottom. “You’re owning up to your mistakes and you’re not making excuses. That’s good. Now tell me, young lady,” he went on, “how else has your carelessness impacted your life?”

“What?” exclaimed Georgina, turning her head over her shoulder to look up at Marcus. “I thought we were-”

“Just talking about what happened here today?” Marcus asked. Georgina nodded.

“No, babygirl,” he told her. “You were careless with the job I assigned so yes, I am going to punish you for that. But I also intend to make you think a little more about how your careless and flighty attitude is holding you back. Now relax and answer me honestly.” Georgina put her head back down on the loveseat and sighed. There was a long pause, during which Marcus waited patiently, continuing his caress. 

“The LSATs,” she finally said. 

“There we are, that’s a start,” Marcus said. “Good girl. What about the LSATs?”

“I’ve missed them. For a couple years now,” Georgina said softly. “I did prelaw in college, I’ve known I wanted to do this since I was ten. I wanted to pay off some college debt first, so I planned to work for two years and study for the LSAT. Except…”

“Except,” Marcus prompted.

“Except that I didn’t study,” Georgina admitted, feeling herself blush even though her face was buried in the leather, muffling her voice. “I just kind of got used to going out with my friends, taking trips, reading whatever I wanted because I had time to, going shopping because I was making decent money…I guess I just wanted to keep having fun and figured eventually I’d just sort of automatically get my act together, like…I’d get bored of it and feel ready for law school.”

Marcus chuckled. “It doesn’t quite work like that, does it, babygirl?”

“No, Sir,” Georgina admitted. “I have to actually get my act together. I know that. I just kept putting off registering for the LSAT class, and then when I would make up my mind to do it, I’d have missed the deadlines. I just keep doing it and then feeling bad about it and then doing it again.”

“Do you still want to be a lawyer, Georgina? Because it’s ok if you don’t. If you think you’re hesitating because you want to do something else, or if you want to keep being my secretary, that’s ok.”

“Yes, Sir! Definitely,” Georgina assured him, looking over her shoulder again. “I do want to be a lawyer. I don’t want to procrastinate and be careless like this. I just can’t seem to break out of the cycle and stop feeling guilty.”

“Good girl,” Marcus said, gently pushing her back into her facedown position. “You’ve been very honest with me. And with yourself. I think we both agree that you’re not living up to your potential. So, the spanking you’re about to receive is not just a punishment for your mistake at work. It’s also an encouragement to think about your choices and make better ones. Because as long as we are together, Georgina, I’m not going to allow you to sabotage either me or yourself through carelessness and procrastination. We’re going to absolve your guilt, and then you are going to get to work. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” As Georgina spoke, she felt Marcus lift the hem of her skirt. Without thinking, she lifted her hips to allow him to slide her skirt up and tuck it into its waistband, revealing her panty-clad bottom. Because of the warm weather, she had exchanged her usual lacy lingerie for a simple pair of silky black high-cut bikini panties, besides which her legs were bare. The lightly conditioned air of the room raised goosebumps on her flesh. Marcus rested his hand on her bottom again, while his other hand rested on her back.

“I’m going to give you a very long, very hard spanking, Georgina,” he told her. “I’m going to start on your panties, but you’ll get most of this on your bare bottom. It's going to hurt, and you're going to wiggle and make noise, but I expect you to make an effort to stay in position and take your punishment like a big girl. And after I’ve spanked you with my hand, you’re going to bend over my desk for the belt.”

Georgina stiffened and tried to raise herself up on her elbows, but Marcus easily held her down across his lap.

“I’m not going to give you very many with the belt, babygirl,” he reassured her. “But it’s important that you get a taste of the belt tonight. Because the next time I have to punish you for something like this – and I have a feeling once won’t do it – it will be the belt from start to finish.” And before Georgina could protest, Marcus raised his hand and brought it down on her bottom with a loud smack.