Amanda called him. Rand picked up the cell phone in his car and answered by way of Bluetooth. He wondered what she wanted. He would be at the office soon and it was still early. Rand was planning on completing the Sirvan account. It only needed a small tweaking which would take no time at all. He wanted to be at the office before Amanda.
Ever since Rand's wife Sharie had given Amanda permission to be his dominant Mistress at work, she required him to be at work on time or else face her wrath. He wanted to get to the office early that day. He was not eager to be punished first thing in the morning by her, especially since that very morning Sharie had ordered him over her knee for a good sound spanking.
He had not done anything wrong as far as he knew, nor displeased her in any way. Nevertheless, Sharie stripped him naked and pulled him over her knee, using his very erect penis as a pull cord. She did this only because she was in the mood to spank him. A situation Rand was eminently used to and secretly enjoyed. She reddened his ass thoroughly just after he woke up and the reminder of that was clear in his mind as his rear remained sensitive as he drove along.
He also made sure to leave quite a bit earlier than usual because Sharie told him she wanted him out of the house. He did not know why but did not dare ask. He learned not to question her demands, so he made sure to get to work on time that morning. He wished he knew why but put it out of his mind. After all, Sharie had her reasons, which he learned to trust implicitly. If Sharie felt like it, she would tell him when he got home. No big deal. Or so he thought.
While he was content to let that issue slide, he was anxious to learn why Amanda called. He pressed the button to answer the call. Amanda did not not wait for him to greet her but started right in using her authoritative voice, which she had cultivated only this week.
"Sharie just called and told me you were out of the house and on the way here."
"Hello. You are at the office already? It is early."
"Correct, Rand. Now tell me what Sharie called me about."
Her tone was assured and confident, which Rand could not help but notice. It had the desired effect by putting Rand on the defensive right from the start of their conversation.
"She asked if I could leave early."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
Rand blurted this out as if his back was against the wall. He knew she was not going to accept such a weak response and dreaded what would come next.
"You mean you come to our office earlier than usual and you don't know why? Weren't you listening when you were staring at my feet upside down yesterday before I let you go home? You must be prepared before coming to work. You should know why you are doing things. What did she say when you asked her why?"
There was silence.
"Rand?"
"I…didn't ask."
Amanda said nothing and just waited. She heard fumbling around and attempts to form words that sounded like a hurt animal. Amanda knew this was difficult for him and was well aware of the answer but loved dragging it out as she listened to him squirm.
"I did not ask because I did not want to get her upset. She is my Mistress and sometimes likes me to just obey."
"She is definitely your Mistress and always will be but you need to also answer to me now, don't you?"
Rand did not answer immediately, so Amanda continued to press her point.
"Because of Sharie, I am now more than just your assistant. After all, she did change my status from being your assistant to something else. You may not have gotten used to it yet because it just happened this week, but that is no excuse. Tell me in a strong, clear voice. What was it?"
There was a pause. The idea was still new to him and he still needed to get used to the idea. Once again, Amanda was patient as she waited for his response.
"Mistress. She made you my office Mistress."
"That is correct. Since I have also asked her to be my Mistress as well as yours, she is quite busy these days. Do you remember that I told her I wouldn't mind if she did something else to me as she regularly does to you?"
"You also asked her to spank you whenever she wished to, not just when it was warranted. She gave you more rights as her submissive than I will ever have because you are not male and because she had appointed you my Mistress with full power to do as you wished to me."
Amanda was not nearly satisfied with his answer, but remained patient. After all, being submissive to her as well as Sharie was still new.
"Go on."
"Your new status also includes spanking me even when I have done everything right and to your satisfaction, just as Sharie has done with me for many years. Under Sharie's direction, because you are now a full-fledged Mistress, you are not subject to being spanked or otherwise punished unless you have erred or displeased your one and only Mistress in some way."
"And yet you said Mistress could punish me whenever she liked. Is that true?"
"Yes. Mistress heard you waive that exception."
"She did. However, she has not used that exception yet. I am sure she will. But don't worry, I have a feeling she will continue to punish you much more than me. Do you think she will punish me in front of you?"
"I don't know about that. She certainly has the right to since you asked her to spank you whenever she wished, but she may not want to see your submissive watch his Mistress being spanked."
"A well thought out answer. Hurry up Rand, I have some delicious things I want to do when you get here before the others arrive and I need to fall back into the role of your assistant. Sharie's orders."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Do you think you need to be more prepared each time you come here?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Amanda smiled whenever Rand addressed her as 'Ma'am.' She knew why. He is not required to address her as "Mistress Amanda" or even "Ma'am" while they are both away from the office. However, once he gets to work (whenever they are alone) he must do so unless she orders him to start doing it ahead of time. She finds it funny when an older man addresses a younger woman like herself as 'Ma'am. As for Rand, he does this because he is still unsure whether he should address her with the proper reverence expected of a Mistress or not.
Amanda loves his struggle as he gets used to her as his superior. She only wished he was in the room with her at this very moment so she could observe the look of consternation on his face first hand, She delighted in hearing his subservient tone over the phone and began thinking about how he will be soon sporting a scarlet ass.
Her thoughts wandered off as she pictured a slightly sore right hand which she will drape in front of his mouth. He will kiss and massage the hand after she finished thrashing him without being told to do so. She marveled at how quickly he had accepted her dominance and submitted to it, albeit with some hesitance now and then. It had been exactly one week since their power dynamics had changed. Now she knew how Sharie was able to control him so easily for years. Rand was excellent at following orders and strong enough to know that being disciplined by a female in power was a gift and not a curse. This new arrangement seemed to suit her just fine.
She began to think of what it would be like when the full workday began. They would be joined by the rest of the small work staff. While it seemed Rand was adjusting well to serving Amanda, she knew he still dreaded being with others. He had a fear they would learn that Amanda controlled him as Sharie did. Sharie promised him they would not find out and her word was law, but that did not totally satisfy him. As for Amanda, her perspective on Rand had changed quite a bit within the space of seven days. Instead of an all knowing boss who she hardly questioned, she now saw him as just a man who needed the guidance of strong women. She knew he was bound to doubt himself and might reveal something. That is why he needed so much correction, which, to her surprise, she enjoyed dishing out.
With a full staff in attendance, Amanda knew she would enjoy watching him try to walk around the office normally so as not to attract the attention of the other employees. She alone would know why he would occasionally wince and steal quick rubs to his hindquarters. Yes, she reveled in it now.
She stared at her right hand. With great hesitation, she brought it to the back of her smart black skirt. She pulled back and smacked herself briskly. The sting from her blow surprised her even though it was relatively light and over her fully clothed rear. She wondered how Rand could stand it but was thrilled she would soon be slapping his bare skin. While he would soon be in the office, it would not be long before he was fully naked, kneeling at her feet. She, too, would strip completely in front of him and love watching as his eyes dance up and down her body. She was lost in thought for a moment, imagining the sight.
"Are you still there? HELLO?"
Brought back to reality, Amanda sounded annoyed. Rand just earned himself some extra whacks for raising his voice to his Mistress, she thought.
"YES! Yes, I am here! I was just thinking about something. Now, don't change the subject. Should you always be ready for whatever I ask?"
"I should always be ready. Yes."
"Correct again. So why didn't you make sure you knew why Sharie sent you here early? I know she is strict, but she also allows you to ask questions if you are polite. Therefore, you should have asked her. She might have spanked you more for asking or she might not have but it is always good to know information, especially when I might deem it to be necessary. Remember, you have two Mistresses to serve now. Since you are on your way to work, you must remember to address me properly when we are alone, although not when we are with others. I still want them to continue to respect you as the boss without knowing that I spank you whenever I wish. Now remember, Sharie will be addressed simply as Mistress. It is more powerful. But for me it is always 'Ma'am' or 'Mistress Amanda,' but never just 'Mistress.' Start doing it now."
"Yes, Mistress Amanda."
"Very good."
"Thank you, Mistress Amanda."
"Boss, how's your ass? Is it hard to sit?"
Rand blushed. She knew. How did she know?
"Yes, Mistress Amanda."
"Mistress gave you a good shellacking didn't she?"
"Yes, Mistress…AMANDA! MISTRESS AMANDA! "
He almost forgot, but caught himself in time.
This amused Amanda. She fully had his attention. She licked her lips in anticipation of what she was going to do next to the man who used to boss her around. Although, if truth be told, he was always a considerate and respectful boss who did not abuse his employees. She respected him for that. Not that it would stop her from dominating him completely as Sharie demanded.
"She told me all about it. I am going to be having a good look at the morning activity Mistress has bestowed on you."
"Thank you for being thorough, Mistress Amanda."
"You're welcome."
Rand enjoyed it when Sharie thanked him and spoke politely to him and found the same pleasant feeling when Amanda deigned to show kindness and respect to him as well.
"Even though you left earlier than usual, you still arrived after I did. I am, therefore, imagining that you are late."
Rand could see the trap being laid for him, but as a good submissive, he went right along with it. He knew Mistress Amanda now had total control over him and was eager to assert it.
"Yes, Mistress Amanda I understand."
He lifted up his rear from the driver's seat and subconsciously rubbed his already sore ass. He then imagined himself naked over the lap of his young, hot, nude assistant as she brought her hand crashing down on his already tenderized ass again and again. He winced as he imagined the pain she would inflict. He knew she would not stop even as he screamed for mercy. He imagined his predicament as the car swerved over the line. He managed to steer correctly and get back in his lane.
THWACK! OWW! THWACK!! OWW! THWACK! OWW! THWACK!! OWW! THWACK! OWW! THWACK!! OWW!
Even as he pictured a red and very sore behind, the image of an equally nude Mistress Amanda smacking and smacking him over and over left him with a unaccounted for stirring in his loins. He looked down as his erection looked for escape. He found himself turned on by the thought of his sweet assistant pummeling him and demanding complete submission. He knew at that moment he would gladly give himself to Amanda in total compliance just as he did with Sharie.
He began stroking himself. He was only five blocks from the office but his carnal urges could not wait. At a red light he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his penis as he thought of his office Mistress. He began pleasuring himself. his eyes closed, hand frantically pumping. He knew he must not spurt before arriving but he could not help himself. Amanda would be angry and he would have to tell her. That compulsion to admit everything to his Mistress(s) was more powerful than his own self-preservation. He pumped and pumped, the blood rising and rising…
HONK! HONK!
The blaring of the car horns around him jolted him out of his reverie. He was harshly pulled back into reality. Momentarily, he did not know where he was.
HONK!
Rand collected himself and looked down. There were pre-cum stains on his pants, but nothing more. He pulled over to the curb and tried to get himself together. He was breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself. He peered into his rear view mirror. Panic-stricken, he saw the stern grimace of a petite red-headed traffic enforcement officer approaching him. She was at the passenger side of the car, staring at the rear tire of his vehicle.
Quickly, he took his jacket and tossed it over his legs, disguising the stiff evidence of his sexual thoughts. She seemed to stay at the rear right side for quite a while. He tensed up as she finally approached the window. He hurriedly folded his hands over his lap, trying to look nonchalant but not succeeding. As she approached the window, he nervously looked up at her face framed by her soft scarlet tresses. He was momentarily entranced by her, even as he frantically fought to keep his shame hidden. He tried to look composed as she spoke. Her tone was officious.
"You swerved over the curb pretty quickly and banged the car hard. I checked your rear right tire and you seem to have a slow leak."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Excuse me?"
"Errr.. Miss. Excuse me Miss.. Ms?"
She laughed at his nervousness. Often times seeing a woman in uniform made men fumble to try and say the right things.
"It's okay. However, you need to do something about that."
Rand felt sweat pouring down his cheek. Is it flat? Does she expect me to get out of the car right away? How can I do that with my cock outside my pants?
"You mean change the tire? Here? Now?"
"Yes, sir. But not here. Down the road about one mile is a gas station. Go in there and get your tire fixed. I will come back in two hours to see if it's done. If it is done, you won't get a ticket for unsafe driving.
Rand looked puzzled. What could he do? Amanda was expecting him to be on time. If he waited for them to fix his tire she would really be upset. Where did this officer come from? Why couldn't he wait to see Amanda first? What could he do? Suddenly, her words forced him to decide immediately.
"Unless you want me to write you a ticket now!"
"NO, NO! Don't do that. I will go to the gas station right away."
She looked back at him before she spoke next. He sensed she was not looking him in the eye anymore but down toward his lap where his jacket covered what was beneath. He thought he saw a smirk and a self-satisfied grin that only enhanced his awkwardness while enhancing her attractive qualities.
"Okay, sir. You better go."
As he put the car back in gear, she stepped away but popped her head back to the window, startling him.
"You make sure to keep your eyes on the road now!"
She smiled broadly and backed away, stifling a laugh. Rand eagerly needed to escape as he was sure she was on to him. A little too loudly, Rand lost his cool demeanor and shouted out the window.
"THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!"
He peeled away from the curb immediately heading for a new tire and a helping of restored dignity. The officer wondered if she should chase him for recklessly pulling out of a parking spot the way he did but decided to let it go. Rand pulled into the station and waited for an attendant. He adjusted his trousers and put on some hand sanitizer trying to look as composed as possible.
As he saw a person walk to the car, his mind wandered over to Amanda. He felt a stirring in his pants again. He also began thinking of that red-headed officer. She was cute. His hand slid over to rest between his legs as he wondered what he could do to get pulled over by her again. But then he thought of his gorgeous wife and his new office Mistress. Between them, his ass was almost constantly kept red and sore but that was a part of his existence now which he did not wish to lose even though he sometimes wished they would allow him more recovery time.
He thought of the two strict ladies in his life. Both were gorgeous, and he salivated while he thought about being erect as he lay over their nude bodies. Would he want to go over the officer's lap as well? He had driven recklessly and was let off without getting a ticket. Sharie would not let him get away with an indiscretion. Nor Amanda. Maybe he needed to be punished by her then? Perhaps he fancied the officer because he was still in throes of ecstasy, thinking of Amanda's upcoming spanking of him and Sharie's utter control of his whole life.
He would try to stop thinking about the pale skin and beautiful red hair of the officer cascading down under her cap. He was facing a spanking from Amanda already. Maybe another one from a stranger would be too much. He wished he could ask Sharie if he should be punished for what he did and what he was thinking. But how could he admit the reason he hit the curb. No, he would try to keep it secret, something he was not good at. He would try to overcome that by using his remarkable skill at giving total effort in all that he did. Sharie had complimented him on his perseverance many times. This will be no different, he assured himself.
However, even though he would try to hide his shame from Sharie, deep down, he knew he'd be unable to. He knew he would tell and she would be spanking him for his indiscretion as well as for him even thinking he could keep something from her. As a matter of fact, admitting how he got a leak in his tire would now constitute two spankings from both his Mistresses. Amanda would especially be giving him an even harder one since it was her he was thinking about when he lost control. These two harsh spankings would be worth it since his relationship with Sharie was one of total trust and all would be fine with the world afterwards.
He also had a good second reason now. He wanted to have Amanda know he was willing to fully serve and obey her completely in all ways, including telling her everything truthfully and placing total trust in her judgement. He rationalized that even Sharie rarely did not do things as well as she could and she always would admit it and spank him to correct her error and move on. A sound spanking of him plus a sore ass later always put the issue to bed for good.
What he was thinking would have to wait for another day. He needed to take care of his immediate issue. He thought about calling Amanda and saying he would be late, but thought better of it. He would arrive on time after all. Instead of waiting for his car he decided to leave it, run as fast as he could to work and come back for it within an hour and a half with a rear end pounding as he would hurry back fulfilling the two-hour time limit.
