My New Job – Part 4

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My New Job – Part 4I went back to my desk and started to write, “I will think before I speak,” first. I wanted to spend some time writing my letter, explaining to Elaine why this job meant so much to me, so I reasoned that I should get the rote writing out of the way first. I got through all 200 without interruption. I think there were a few lines where my penmanship wasnt perfect, but it wasnt terrible either. I was hoping she agreed too. Next, I started the “I will be a professional no matter who my boss is throughout my lifetime” repeats and the phone rang. I didnt answer it. It continued to ring and looking at the phone, I verified that Elaine’s extension wasnt lit up, so I figured she was available to answer. After two more rings, Elaine’s line lit up, signaling she answered the call, so I continued writing. My hand was getting cramped from holding the pen tight as I was trying to ensure that every word was perfect. This was proving a challenge. This sentence was longer than the other, and come on, what adult has perfect penmanship after years of rushed writing. I got up to get something to drink. Sitting at my desk, I started to write again. I was maybe fifty in when the phone rang again. I was going to let Elaine answer when another line started to ring, so I had no choice. I gambled and picked up line 1 – bad choice. I was on the call easily 20 minutes and I had follow-up work to do. In contrast, the other line was picked up by Elaine and done within five minutes, or so I thought. While on “my call,” the phone lines lit up three more times, again, each with Elaine answering and being done in five minutes or less.When I was done with my call follow-up, Elaine came into my office and dropped three message sheets on my desk, saying “Stephen, all these calls came in. I tried to help them but they said you were familiar with their account and thought it was best for you to just call them back. My my my, Stephen, I am very impressed by you, these clients are requesting you – good job. I told them you would call them back right away so, please do” She turned to head out the door and then quickly peeked back and asked, “how’s the assignment going?” Oh, very well Elaine, thanks for checking.” “Just an fyi, you have 55 minutes left.” Yeah, but I had a long call to address and now these three as well. “Stephen, I have faith that you can handle it” she said, and walked out. Crap, I thought. What to do first. I decided to finish the handwriting exercise. It worked out to be a good gamble. Then onto the phone calls. One was easy, the other two required some time – 15 minutes to be exact – and here I was, with approximately 17 minutes to write a letter to my Boss, my mother-in-law, my discipliner and essentially, the buffer between my wife – and I wasnt entirely sure what to write, so I started putting bahis firmaları ideas down, no connected thoughts, just ideas.Less than 10 minutes left and Elaine peeks in, “Hey Stephen, Im going to visit Bobby at the Backer account, I’ll be back in about an hour.” Ok, Elaine, great, I’ll man the fort, I replied. “[laughing] sounds good. Oh, and Stephen, I realize you only have ten minutes left, not sure where you stand, but, here’s the deal, one of the calls that came in this morning, one that you didnt answer, was from Mary Ellen, and she gave you a big compliment, told me that you sound very young and enthusiastic, and she really appreciates that you are always friendly, and very knowledgeable too. I told her you were only 26 and she said I should make sure I keep you around. I told her that it was up to you Stephen what I do….so, Stephen, make use of the next hour to ensure your letter to me is fantastic! See you in a while. ” Oh wow, I think, this is great, she’s being nice to me too. I gather all my ideas, and I start writing and as soon as the first thought hit the paper, it just kept flowing. With roughly 15 minutes left before Elaine is scheduled to return, I am done with my letter. I look at the lines I wrote and I think, maybe I should write a few more for all the ones that are not perfect. I eek out another 20 lines – these are perfect, in my opinion.I hear Elaine return and she wastes no time, she comes right to my desk and says, “Stephen, gather up everything and bring to my office.” Inside her office, she points to the chair and just says, “sit.” I swear this woman is so difficult to figure out; nice to me one minute and the next all business. She’s looking at the lines, and shaking her head. She looks up and me and says, “Stephen, be a dear and get me a clean ashtray over there” [and points to her wall cabinet].When I turn back towards her, she has a red pen in her hand and I see there are more than a few words circled on the page. I’m getting worried. I place the ashtray on the desktop in front of her. She finishes one lines review and is now on to the other, the shorter of the two, the one that says, ‘I will think before I speak.’ You can see her eyes moving down the page. She pauses to light her cigarette and, looking up at me, she exhales very slowly, and then says, “not bad, you definitely have a few non-perfects but I see you tried to make up for it with extra. Very nice, but this wasnt an extra credit assignment. You will get 50 spanks for the errors.” She takes a drag, and starring directly into my eyes, exhales, and says, “understand young man?” Yes Elaine, I tried to do………and her hand goes up, “I dont want to hear it.”Now onto the letter. I put my heart into this letter, saying every reason why working for her meant something, and it does, it wasnt just kaçak iddaa hot air. I’m the first to admit, I didnt want to work in a small home business. I didnt think my mother-in-law knew as much about accounting as me…I know, stupid, but here I am, almost two months in, and I am convinced, she does and I am also convinced, I dont know nearly as much as I thought. I am hoping she likes what I wrote, that she sees the sincerity in it, but you never know. She’s reading and her cigarette is sitting in the ashtray, smoke rising slowly upwards, it’s quite mesmerizing; I like to watch women smoke, this is so stupid, I dont know anyone who likes to watch women smoke, let alone someone like myself, who is a non-smoker. I’m telling my mind to shut up. I’m trying to figure out what she is thinking as she is reading. I hope she sees what I wrote. I’m also thinking – to be perfectly up front – that if she doesnt like it, and she decides I should not work for her anymore, that my wife will beat my ass so much…I keep staring at the burning cigarette. It appears she is done reading, she picks up her cigarette and flicks off the big ash, and brings it to her mouth, “Stephen,” says, then takes a drag, and then one more. I’m looking at her, trying to get an emotion. She exhales softly, I feel it hitting my face. “Stephen, this is so perfect, so beautiful, so emotional and so revealing, thank you for being honest.” She gets up from her chair and walks to my side of the desk. “Stand up Stephen and let me give you a hug.” Yesssssss!!!!!! I’m thinking, I still have a job. I stand up and we hug, just like we always have, and then I pick up the scent of her perfume and her hair touches my face and my dick starts to move around in my pants and ‘oh god no’ Im thinking as my cock is now pointing straight up inside my pants. I move my hips back a bit, creating separation between us. As soon as I did that, she says, “no Stephen” I’m confused, what does that mean? “Stephen, it’s okay, it’s rather complimentary to me” and with that last word she moved her hand to my lower back and pushed me into her and now I am closer to her than I was before. Clearly, I am hard, so very hard… and it’s my mother-in-law who is making me hard and uncomfortable and she is telling me it’s okay. We hold this position for another 30 seconds, an eternity. She breaks the hug and tells me it’s time for my spanking. She looks at her watch, “we have a client coming in, it’s Mr. Jacobs, and I want you to join our meeting.” What, wait, she never lets me join her for a meeting with him. I’m in a bit of a trance thinking about this when she clears her throat and reminds me that she is waiting. I walk over to her. “Pull your pants down Stephen.” I know this means both pants and underwear, my cock is still hard, oh god, this is so embarrassing. I pull kaçak bahis them down and bend to push them to my ankles. When I stand back up, my hard cock is pointing upwards, it is rigid, it is hurting. She looks up and me and says, “get over my lap.” I do so and my cock is touching her leg. “Stephen, we need to do something about this” she says as she’s reaching under and grabbing my cock and pulling it behind me. My now semi hard cock is between my ass and point backwards. She’s still has her hand on my cock when she says, “comfortable?” Yes, Elaine, very much so. She smacked my cheeks dead center with her hand and it stung. She paused, as she always does. She then hit me again and again ten times with her hand. She then grabbed the ruler and said “okay, now a bunch with the ruler, so you are reminded that when you write lines, they must be straight.” When the ruler came down on approximately the 20th time, I saw stars, omg, it hurt so badly, I squirmed and moved around on her lap. She reached under and held my cock in her hand, I was now soft. “Hmmmm, seems you’re feeling a bit differently towards me now” she say, laughing a bit. And then she hit me 20 more times, pausing a few seconds between each. When she was done, she put the ruler down and grabbed what I now know was a bottle of handcream from her desk drawer. She squirted a bunch on my cheeks and started to rub it in, saying “we need to take care of these.” More than once, she touched my cock and then, her finger slid down my crack and I moaned. “You’re enjoying this Stephen, maybe I need to pick up the ruler again? No no no, Elaine, please, I am sorry. I got up from her lap and when I did, my cock was semi hard. I started to pull my pants up but she told me to leave them at my ankles and to go stand in the corner. Ten minutes later, she came up behind me and smacked my ass with the ruler and I jumped, “Turn around Stephen and face me” I slowly turned around. And when I was fully facing her, she hugged me. This time when I got hard, I didnt try to move. When she pulled away, she told me to pull up my pants. When I was done, she was flicking her lighter. After she exhaled through her nose – wtf, my wife knows I love this – she says to me, “Stephen, thank you for the letter. You still have a job and I’m very excited to continue to help you grow.” She took a drag and again exhaled through her nose. [I feel my cock twitching to life in my pants] “Stephen, I’m happy for you, for my daughter, for all of us. I now believe that you are serious about this job and I am looking forward to teaching you more and having you help with many tough clients, whom you seem to have a knack with. Now, get to work.” and she motioned for the door.Back at my desk, I’m sitting there and thinking, ‘what the hell, my mother-in-law gave me a few hard-ons today. She knew it. And she wouldnt let me hide it. I’m so confused…but hell, I have a job and my wife is not going to beat my ass to a pulp tonight, so onward I go, growing the company alongside my boss, my mother-in-law….

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