"Yes sir," Sheila said sounding as helpless as she felt. Kyle would kill her if she lost her job. They were barely getting by as it was.
Mr. Fredricks started rubbing both of her shoulders. His hands were large and rough. Sheila tensed up and hoped he didn't feel her cringe.
"I'm guessing that not only do you want to keep your job, but you need to keep your job," His voice still held the sternness it had before, but his hands had eased up. They were still rubbing her shoulders, but almost tenderly.
Sheila swallowed her disgust, "Yes sir." It was all she could manage to say. She should scream at this creep to get his damned hands off her.
Mr. Fredricks stood up straight. His face was no longer by hers. His hands continued the massage but crept down lower. They were brushing against the slope of the start of her breasts.
"I want to believe you, Mrs. Gibson, I really do," his hands stopped and pulled her shirt open a bit. He could see down right into her cleavage now. Could probably see the top of her bra. "But I don't."
"No sir, I need this job. You're right."
"What you need is discipline," Mr. Fredricks said, releasing her completely. He finally walked around his desk and sat in his large leather chair. It creaked and groaned under his weight. He wasn't obese, but Sheila would call him fat. She wanted to do just that right now.
Her boss picked up the phone and dialed. He had yet to make eye contact with her. Sheila had a feeling that this was just more of his power play, and not from any insecurity. Soulless bastards like him were never insecure.
After a moment a muffled voice came through the phone and Mr. Fredricks said to it, "Yes Robert, this is Mr. Fredricks. Sheila won't be coming in today. We'll see about getting Emily to come in early and help you out."
Sheila was baffled, was she fired? Why wasn't she going to be working today? Her boss hung up then dialed another number. After a brief moment her told whoever answered to see about getting a waitress in to the bar today as they were short staffed. Then he hung up the phone and finally made eye contact.
"You're going to be suspended today. Without pay. Whether you come back tomorrow or any other day is going to be up to you. I told you that I think you need discipline. Stand up."
What the hell was going on? What was he planning. Sheila stood up slowly.
Mr. Fredricks raised up out of his chair, "What a girl like you needs is a spanking. Discipline. You really want to keep this job then I'll give you that discipline right now and assume that we'll never have to meet under these circumstances again."
Sheila snorted a laugh. Despite her anger she couldn't help it. The absurdity of it all. A spanking?
"I assure you that I am quite serious. You are welcome to leave, but you will be leaving your job as well. Plus I must remind you that the owner of this hotel is quite rich, and quite close friends with myself. You could try and sue me. You could probably even win. Of course you'd be so tied up in court for so many years that you and your husband would lose everything just to pay for the lawyers," He almost seemed to smirk.
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