Coworker Gets His Due
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**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult
males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your
location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up by the stories
_Spanking_Party_, _Justin_Returns_, and _Mediation_by_Paddle_,
_Rules for Justin_. If you haven't read them, I recommend them
based on the overwhelmingly positive stream of feedback I've
received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
purely coincidental.
Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities.com
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web in full.
Prologue
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As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big
city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among
other S&M proclivities.
This story takes place about a month after Justin moved back in
with me. He had started working at my firm as a senior associate
in the tax division with me. Geoffrey Duncan III is an arrogant
partner at my firm who I've mentioned in the past who, well,
you'll see...
Work
----
Having Justin around at work was a delight. Firstly, he is quick
on the job. In spite of the fact that something always held him
back he fit in nicely at our firm and was already doing great with
the clients I gave him. Plus our home life was wonderful. And,
during the late nights that inevitably fill a high paid lawyer's
career he always would come work in my office and we had the
occasional make-out session.
The first Thursday of every month is always the partner's meeting.
This Thursday would be the first one since Justin came on board
and would be the time that his place at the firm became officially
ratified. The astute reader of my journal entries might also note
that the following day I would likely have another crack at
Michael's hot ass down at the ~Dungeon~.
My mind turned to the details at hand. I collected information
from Justin about his billables for the past 3 weeks along with
some outcomes. Then I walked over to Geoffrey's office to talk
about cementing our understanding.
Geoffrey
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I suppose it is important to describe this annoying yet good
looking creature. While Tom remains convinced that he's seen Jeff
at bars, I somehow doubt it. His family name and all that. You
don't get a pompous name like Geoffrey Something Something
Whatsathing Duncan III unless your family feels entitled to it.
Around this city, they do, and he does.
He is fairly young, 31, roughly my age, and tall and lanky at
6'3", but probably a size 32 waist. He always looks a bit drugged
out or something to me. His nose slightly red or his eyes looking
blood shot. I don't know what he does that it looks that way since
he always seems rather sober, but stupid. Perhaps inbreeding of
the Duncan family has produced genetic defects.
His dirty blond hair and blue eyes, fill out my description and
explain why inspite of his abrasive, snobbish, personality, one
could imagine viewing him as rather hot.
Meeting
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I wander into his office as he is ordering some of the junior
associates to perform what they undoubtedly realize is worthless
research. He wants information on the pre-emption of state gun
laws by the Brady Bill for some gun-lobby client. If the client
would be what you or I, or what most decent real human beings,
would consider scum, they are on Geoffrey's client roster.
Some favorites carefully disguised: a famous movie star who raped
a 13 year old, 2 foreign tobacco companies, several prominent
fire-arms groups, along with a potpourri of obnoxiously
right wing clients.
As his junior associates leave the office, I look at them
sympathetically, my eyes saying, "God, you poor fucks," and my
smile saying, "Come work for me, I need more bodies in the tax
division."
Geoffrey had offered his backing and I was fairly certain I could
count on the vote but I needed it in the bag. He and I along with
Linda Jamieson are the partners on the hiring committee. All
decisions are unanimous and then rubber stamped by all the
partners. Linda approved since she knew how short staffed I was
and had already had Justin help out two of the clients she had
sent me who were languishing under Geoffrey's own tax problems.
Without Geoffrey's vote though, the whole process would be
grueling Thursday night with questions as to why we split on
Justin but still presented him to everyone. And the likely result
would be no tax help for me.
"Hey, Geoff, remember the hiring meeting this afternoon?"
~Sneer~
"Well, we need to vote on Justin; Linda and I want him to stay,
and you and I talked about this a bit before."
~Laugh~ "So, what do you want me to do?"
I shut the door to his office.
"Well, for starters, vote for him."
"Why, would I do a damn fool thing like vote for your faggot?" he
says sneering at me.
I ignore the insult and sit down. Talking to Geoffrey when I tried
to help him on his taxes a month ago was a barrage of insults. He
didn't follow my advice to the 'T' and the state treasury was
coming. I knew this so I sat down calmly.
"Look, Geoffrey, I'm going to have to talk about the four weeks I
will be out of the office trying your tax fuck-ups at the partners
meeting tomorrow. Linda is going to tell them all how you have so
completely usurped my time by fucking up over and over again with
the government that our real clients would not be getting legal
advice right now if it wasn't for Justin."
"Fuck you," he says.
"Fine, then I'll call the state treasury and tell them to haul you
off to jail for a good year. I hear that pretty white boys like
you tend to get gang raped in our minimum security prisons."
That shut his trap. Geoffrey is a lousy lawyer, he forces junior
associates to do all his work and for all he knows, I can make
such a call. Actually, he probably realizes it is a bit more
complicated than I am making it out, but the impact of my words is
clear.
"I had offered to give you a bit of quid for my pro, if you voted
for Justin, but now, the only thing you'll get is not being
utterly humiliated for failing to report income in front of the
partners and a crack at staying out of jail." This is in
reference to an earlier promise, I made to support some of his
idiotic cost saving proposals in return for Justin. "Also, if this
fight goes down at the partner's meeting, I'll bring up the
reasons that I am the only senior person in the tax department
these days."
He recoils visibly, his face scrunched, but still cocky.
Geoffrey has voted down every single tax associate over the past
few years, last year, we had a mass exodus, I almost went with my
associates, but I like the firm and I couldn't see myself having
to politic myself back onto the good partner committees even
coming in as partner at a different firm. Right now, the tax
department is literally Justin and me. I will make sure he is made
partner within two years tops. The hiring committee also does
recommendations for partners at my firm so I will have a key vote
and Linda loves him to death already.
Geoffrey recovers his cocky attitude and begins to argue with me.
"Look, there is no way I'm having any more faggots in this office,
you keep picking them. Your whole tax group was all faggots."
I cut him off, "Shut up, now! Firstly you narrow minded fuck
head," Persuasion with words was out the window at this point. "My
division was not faggots, or gay people or anything, they were
some of the best associates we had at this whole firm ask anyone
other than yourself. The fact is each of them got great jobs
elsewhere thanks to my letters of recommendation and two of them
have made partner in just a year."
"Quite honestly," I continue, "I've had it up to here," I indicate
above my head, "with your attitude towards me, your fellow
partners, and most especially the whole world which you view as
one big playground for your rich ass to romp around in."
He looks at me stunned.
"If you don't want a jail to be your home for the next few years,
come by my apartment tonight **by** 9 pm at the latest and apologize
to me."
I leave the office.
Home
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When we get home Justin heads to the bedroom to shed his work
clothes for his house jockstrap. We kiss and I tell him about
Geoffrey. He gets angry, and he reminds me how Geoffrey had
promised. I point out that promises don't mean much, but that I
thought Geoffrey might stop by tonight to apologize for his
language since without a lot of clever lawyering he was on a sure
path for the big house.
Justin hadn't been shown those files but after I explain the case
and the discrepancy in the tax code as adopted vs. the information
in the booklet and what Geoffrey did, he realizes that Geoffrey's
ass is in prison without skilled help. He smiles broadly at the
thought. I slap his ass lightly to remind him not to take pleasure
in another's misery, and then we eat dinner with a pleasant
discussion of world events and President Clintoid's latest
scandals.
When the house phone rings at 8:30, while Justin and I were curled
in bed reading the _Tales of the City_ aloud to each other, I'm
not entirely surprised. I suggest to Justin that he remain out of
sight throughout he nods and heads for a nice long jacuzzi.
Second Meeting
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Geoffrey comes up to my apartment. He hasn't been in it since I
had a house warming a couple years ago. He is dressed in a suit
and tie still, snooty 24 hours a day. It is hard to tell if he
feels apologetic, but the words don't sound it. He looks to the
floor and pooh-pahs an apology. I shake my head, no go. And take
him firmly by the arm towards my dungeon bedroom. He doesn't
exactly come unwillingly, but he doesn't exactly come willingly.
He seems intrigued by my plans and yet terrified I might use him
as jail bait.
I shut the door to the dungeon bedroom behind me and lock it. Upon
hearing the bolt lock he turns and looks at me wild with a certain
type of terror. I smile back and let him take in the room.
The spanking horse is prominently in the room along with a large
assortment of restraints, spanking implements, dildos, leather
products, video cameras and monitors. He stares at me terrified.
"What are you going to do to me? Let me go!"
"Jeffie," I say, "I told you to come to my apartment if you wanted
to apologize and not have me embarrass you in front of the
partners."
"I apologized man, what the fuck is wrong with you faggot."
I slap his face.
He is taken completely aback.
"Get undressed you piece of shit," I order.
He looks at me terrified, ready both to flee, attack and perhaps
also piss in his pants at the same moment. His body resolves its
mind and I see his pants turn dark to indicate wetness.
I pounce, "little baby pee-ed his pants," I tease.
He covers his face in embarrassment. I pull him to me and take his suit
jacket, tie, and shirt off. Underneath his lanky body is smooth
supple skin. I remove his belt and drop his pants and underwear, boxers,
to the ground.
"Strip," I remind him. He steps out of his pants terrified of me.
Lights, Camera, Action
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My dungeon is wired for video recording, there are 4 cameras I
have mounted and a handy belt clip remote that selects between
them. I walk to the control box and insert a tape while turning up
the lights. Geoffrey puts his hands over his crotch realizing that
I've got him on the monitors that are mounted around the four
corners.
I've only had the video capabilities for a year now, but in that
time, I've produced many beautiful documentaries, :), of butt
blistering experiences.
This one is definitely a keeper.
I walk back to Geoffrey and remove his hands from his crotch, he
resists slightly but I'm stronger and he is terrified.
I show him off to the camera and zoom and pan across his naked
body.
He tried to break free and I flexicuff his wrists together behind
his back to make controlling him easier.
I focus in on his face and zoom close. I whisper in his ear that
I'm going to spank his bad attitude right out of his system. He
*gasps* beautifully for the camera and protests like it was
scripted. I pull the camera out and show his cock hardening. Fear
can do that you know...
I ask him if he is sorry for insulting me. Even in this situation,
knowing that I am about to defile him he shakes his head and
curses me out.
Hand
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I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull him over my lap.
After adjusting the cameras to be able to give me face shots and a good
shot of the butt I begin to kneed his ass cheeks and toy with his
fuckhole.
The stream of curse words and anti-gay epithets that pours from his
mouth was unbelievable.
The first slap of my hand cut them off as he gasped in surprise that
anyone would hit him.
**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**
I work my hand across his butt leaving firm marks. I work my hand
a different speeds and pause to keep him off guard.
**SLAP SLAP S L A P SLAP SLAP**
I work his hot ass for a while till it is a pleasant pink and he
is cursing but also complaining enough that I know my point is
starting to seep in.
After switching to the face shot, and giving him a few more
spanks for the effect of seeing his face as my hand hits
his butt, I stop for a bit.
"You better let me go, you god damn faggot, I'll tell the office
what you did to me, you fucker..." he continues complaining.
Hairbrush
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I pick up a wood backed old fashioned hair brush I leave under the
bed by pushing him forward slightly and bending to grab it.
He weasels out of my grasp but doesn't get far and I grab him and
begin striking his ass with the brush in the middle of the room
before I manage to drag his sorry ass over my lap on the edge of
the bed again.
The hairbrush produces more of a pain response in him and he
starts to yelp with the strokes.
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
I work both bristle and hard wood sides of the brush on his ass
cheeks violently working him over.
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
.
.
.
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
I keep the brush moving over his ass violently till I've reduced
him to tears. I capture them carefully on the videotape as I keep
working him. For the first time tonight no excuses are springing
forth, just tears of pain.
I let him stand up after the 100th swat with the brush, his ass
sore.
I move some pillows into the center of the bed and tell him to lay
over them. He does.
I've always found it amazing how just asserting control over
someone in gradual steps can enable you to get to a result like
using a belt on their ass that they would never have said yes to
if asked directly.
Belt
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I fold **his** belt in half and place one of my hands on top of
his restrained wrists to keep his back pinned down to the bed.
**CRACK**
I belt him violently. His body bucks wildly in pain and he
screams.
The camera catches it all.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
I beat him now like he has been begging for ever since he started
his tirade against my tax department.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
I lose track of the count as I begin to get caught up in his pleas
for mercy, the redness of his ass, and his bucking body all
trying to evade suffering for his bad behavior.
After what must have been 50 strokes, I stop and stand him up in
the window.
I work the cameras across his body. I can't masturbate now, this
tape has plans.
I have him turn around and apologize to me and the firm for
everything he did.
He is crying like a baby now and reveals all of his tax schemes,
tax department schemes, what he did about Justin, and a couple of
other juicy tidbits.
I smile and stop the recording.
I pull out a consent form for the release of the tape and an
agreement that the entire spanking was requested, he looks at me
as if to say fuck you, and then signs the waiver and consent forms.
Later
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I take the tape and signed consents out of the room along with his
clothing and lock the door behind me. I cut the flexicuff and leave
him to spend the night.
I go back to Justin who is out of the tub and under the covers
sleeping. I nudge him awake and give him his bedtime spanking.
Then we make out, I finally release the huge load I wanted to fill
Geoffrey with into Justin's hot mouth. We collapse asleep, the
tape besides me.
In the morning, I have Justin stay in the bedroom when I bring
Geoffrey back his clothing at 5 AM and send him out. He glowers at
me but doesn't say a word. I offer that my spanking services are
always available for no charge. That produces a mumbled curse and
I slap his sore ass firmly as he heads into the elevator.
Morning
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I duplicate the tape and signed statement and drop them at my
safe-deposit box before heading to the hiring meeting. Linda looks
surprised that I'm late, but I have a videotape in hand and
Geoffrey who had a smug look on his face suddenly frowns.
I notice he is sitting on a butt cushion thing and Linda whispers
to me about it. But, I know why it is really there.
Linda, the chair, brings up Justin's hiring as a senior associate
on a 2 year partnership track and I as the most junior on the
committee place my "yes" vote. Linda follows and Geoffrey is all
that is left. I toy with the tape in my hand as Geoffrey
contemplates an answer. He wonders if I would show it, I would I
look back.
He votes yes.
After concluding our business, Linda asks whats on the tape,
Geoffrey looks petrified. Something for the partner's meeting I
say. Geoffrey gasps audibly.
Linda and I head for lunch, we take Justin along to celebrate,
Geoffrey declines to come.
I make sure to visibly carry the tape with me to lunch.
Partner's Meeting
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Geoffrey takes his place as chair of the partner meeting and
announces Justin's hiring recommendation. As expected the partners
rubber stamp our decision.
Each of us then goes around the table talking about current cases.
When my turn arrives, I toy with the videotape in my hand and
explain that what I would like to present has less to do with my
cases then the conduct of a particular partner. Geoffrey interrupts
the meeting and suggests a break to converse with me as this is
not on the schedule.
I walk to my office and wait for him to come, the partners all sit
at the table, I take the tape.
Geoffrey, perhaps for the first time in his life, realizes he
isn't in control of the situation. He looks at me and asks what I
plan to show them. I ask him, what he plans to tell them and he
looks quizzically at me. I explain that I plan to show his
confession unless he would prefer to tell them about the contents.
I walk out of the office and back to the conference room. I'm
walking dangerously close to blackmail here, but I'm not looking
for money, and this is so embarrassing to have shown that I doubt
anyone would press the charge.
Geoffrey returns to the conference room and apologizes for the
delay. He explains that the contents of the tape I am holding
contain a taped confession to tax evasion that he gave to me the
other night and that given the contents of the tape it would be
best for him to remove himself from managing firm affairs -- at
least until the whole tax situation blows over.
I nod and explain that, I think we have a good chance of getting
him plea bargained down to civil sanctions only which will not
result in disbarment. The partners nod in agreement and ask him
to withdraw from **all** firm activities till the suit is settled,
with pay.
A unanimous vote, he leaves, I grab him on the way out and ask to
see him before he goes, he nods.
After he leaves the conference room, a sense of cheer fills the
air.
I had done what they all wanted to do but were afraid of because
of his name, I had unseated him. We quickly selected Robin Black
as our new chair and she also joined the hiring committee. The
meeting only lasted a few more minutes because none of Geoffrey's
crazy proposals needed to be debated and presented.
Geoffrey's Office
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The other partners streamed home, I went to Geoffrey's office. He
wasn't there. I went to mine to pick up my briefcase before
leaving, and to my surprise he was there naked, bent over my desk.
My cock throbbed inside my pants.
I shut the door and locked it.
I walked up and rubbed my groin against his bared, still sore ass,
I pulled my pants down and rubbed my hard throbbing cock against
his hot cheeks.
"Fuck me," he says clearly.
I do.
My throbbing 8" tool rams into his fuckhole which is well exposed
and I begin to slam my body against his sore ass fucking him
through. He winces as I slam inwards touching his sore cheeks and
after my pace steadies he relaxes into the pain and pleasure of
it. Before I come close to shooting I feel him orgasm underneath
me and it is not long after that till I fill him with my hot
juices.
I leave for home without a word.
Epilogue by the Author
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This story is completely fictional and is an outgrowth of my own
fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is
such a release and such a power trip. After I've had an erotic
spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at
peace.
Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the
e-mail address at the of the story. I've gotten a number of very
positive responses to the original "Spanking Party" story I wrote
and continue to receive them. As a result I've written more.
Continued feedback means continued stories. Suggestions for the
characters welcome.