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  Punishing His Accountant 2: Hard At Work

  By

  Alicia Roberts

  Punishing His Accountant 2: Hard At Work

  Copyright 2013 by Alicia Roberts

  This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Adult Reading Material

  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and above.

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  Punishing His Accountant 2: Hard At Work

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  After receiving her first spanking at the hands of Josh McGould, Ella decides to be careful and obey him.

  She tries hard to do well at her new job, and when she makes a mistake, she hopes Josh doesn’t find out. Unfortunately for her, he does find out – and decides he’ll have to punish her thoroughly.

  Chapter One

  Ella lounged in her comfortable seat on Josh’s private jet, in flight and bound for Antigua.

  She sneaked a look at Josh, who was seated next to her and intently sending messages on his phone. Fortunately, her glance didn’t attract his attention. As part of her training, she was not to make eye contact with him for five more days unless he gave her his express permission.

  Josh’s car had arrived at her Hyde Park condo to pick her up just after lunchtime. His driver took her out to Chicago Midway Airport and dropped her off at the private plane terminal, where Josh’s crew was already going through its flight check.

  Ella had been unsure of what to wear, and Josh hadn’t sent her any instructions. She ended up choosing a short, fitted white summer skirt, a matching sleeveless shell, and brown gladiator sandals trimmed with conches. As she met him at the stairs leading up to the plane’s cabin, she saw him nod approvingly at her choice of clothing.

  “You look lovely, my dear,” Josh whispered in her ear. He took her arm to help her up the stairs into the plane. “Don’t forget to keep your eyes down,” he added. “You remember what happened the last time you were disobedient.”

  Ella indeed remembered what had happened, and her face turned crimson at the sudden memory from the night before last. She was still embarrassed about it. Part of her shame was because she had so willingly bent over Josh’s knee so he could peel down her panties and spank her.

  But she was even more embarrassed because she had enjoyed it so much.

  She thought of her punishment again and felt a rush of heat and wetness surge through her belly and between her legs.

  She realized that she wanted Josh to discipline her again. In fact, it was almost worth disobeying him for.

  In the end, though, she decided to keep her eyes averted as Josh had instructed and just enjoy the luxury of the private flight. She knew from her two years of working for him that Josh had his own jet, but she never dreamed she would get to fly on it.

  Better yet, they were going to Antigua.

  As the sun descended in the western sky, she looked out the window and saw a round, green island drawing closer, surrounded by the turquoise-colored sea. Even from the air, the white outline of Antigua’s famed sand beaches was plainly visible. The coast was dotted with occasional high-rise hotels that rose up above the lush green tropical canopy.

  It was just after six o’clock when they landed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Josh stow his phone in the pocket of his linen sport coat and pick up his briefcase. As she stood up, he took her arm and helped her down the stairs of the plane to the tarmac.

  He led her through the automatic doors into the private jet terminal, where a few people were ahead of them in line to go through customs. Ella was certain she recognized a famous record mogul, who was known to have a home on the island.

  With Josh’s expert guidance, they were cleared through customs in minutes, followed by their luggage, which a pair of smiling porters had piled on a cart and were pushing through the airport behind them toward the exits.

  Ella was mystified. Following Josh’s instructions, she had only packed a small suitcase with her personal items, sneaking in one change of clothes that she hoped he wouldn’t notice. The rest of the bags were all Josh’s. She wondered what was in them. She knew his taste in clothing was expensive but simple. A few suits and a change of casual clothes would be all he would need for their trip.

  A white limo pulled up to the curb. Josh opened the door and helped her into the back seat. He then directed the porters to put the suitcases in the trunk, flipped each of them a lavish tip, opened the door on the other side, and joined her.

  The limo driver took them to a tidy resort tucked away in a quiet area of the island and pulled up in front of a cozy villa with white stucco walls. Behind it, only a short walk away, was a private sand beach and the blue-green Caribbean.

  Josh helped her out of the limo and let her in through the front door while he instructed the driver to take care of their luggage. Inside the villa it was cool and silent, with only the hum of the central air conditioner for sound. The walls must be a foot thick and utterly soundproof, Ella thought.

  “Do you like it, Ella?” Josh’s deep voice came from behind her.

  “Very much,” she replied, keeping her eyes averted.

  “Look at me.”

  She turned around and lifted her head. His dark eyes had a mischievous expression, as if the trip was a grand adventure that would end in a conquest. Or several of them.

  He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her, and gave her an affectionate but thoroughly erotic kiss. Ella enjoyed the fullness of his lips as they caressed hers and the taste of his tongue as it carelessly parted her lips and entered her mouth.

  Releasing her, Josh stepped over to the largest suitcase, took out a gift wrapped parcel, and handed it to her. “I promised you the other night that I would supply all of your outfits for our trip. They are yours to keep after our contract has been fulfilled.” He nodded to the package. “Open it. These are your clothes for this evening.”

  Ella unwrapped the package as Josh looked on approvingly. It contained an emerald green sheath dress, and a skimpy, mint-green bra and panty set. The shoes were black peep-toe slingbacks with three-inch heels. A jade pendant, earrings, and bangle bracelet, all set in white gold, completed the picture.

  “They’re beautiful,” Ella said, admiring the outfit. Although she had made good money before she was stupid enough to embezzle funds from InterPlus and lose her job, there was no way she could have afforded an outfit like this.

  “Your room and private bath are here,” Josh said, leading her to a room off the main part of the suite. “I thought you would like a bit of privacy while we’re getting to know each other.”

  “We’ll leave for dinner at seven-thirty,” he added.

  Ella took her time showering, then put on the outfit with a growing sense of excitement. As she stepped into the shoes, she saw herself transformed from an ultra-practical, recently jobless accountant, to the courtesan of a wealthy, powerful man.

  There were many things about Josh that made Ella’s head spin when she tried to reconcile them. He dominated her; she knew that, yet he was always considerate and behaved like a gentleman toward her. He was generous, and sometimes he was genuinely intimate and affectionate with her – when it suited him.

  Submitting herself to Josh called up a heady cocktail of emotions in Ella. Part of her rebelled against his dominance over her, while another part felt relaxed and reassured in her submissive role. She realized that she trusted him.

  A limo took them to dinner at a five-star restaurant in Antigua’s capital, St. Johns. Josh ordered dinner and wine for the two of them and was attentive to her throughout dinner, encouraging her to make eye contact with him and engage in conversation. Ella was pleased to find that she enjoyed his company.

  After the waiter cleared their table, Josh poured both of them a second glass of wine. “Ella, I need to instruct you about what to do at my meeting tomorrow morning. It will be attended by two German businessmen and the two Argentinians who backed out of our agreement at the last minute on my previous trip.”

  “I respect your intelligence, so I’m going to give you a bit of the back story,” he said. “I believe you’ll play your role more skillfully if you have complete information. The Germans have already agreed to the deal in secret. I invited them here to help convince the Argentinians that they’ll be missing out on a lucrative piece of the pie if they refuse to go along.”

  He smiled, and again Ella saw the rakish glint in his eyes. He reminded her of a conquistador laying plans to plunder the New World.

  “I’ll provide your outfit for the morning’s work,” he continued. “Under no circumstances should you make eye contact with any of the other men at the meeting. At the same time, know that they will be closely appraising your body and how you behave toward me. If you are skillful enough to encourage their attention while showing absolute loyalty to me, then you will be helping me to successfully close this deal.”

  Josh handed her a cell phone. “This is our private line. When it lights up, you must respond to my instructions immediately.”

  “What kinds of things will you tell me to do?” Ella asked.

  “They might be small things,” Josh said. “Things like fetching me a glass of water, or bringing me a box of gifts for the men in a
ttendance. Or they might be things of vital importance, like a contract. I will give you explicit instructions on the phone.”

  Ella nodded. She found Josh’s description of the meeting strangely exciting, almost erotic. “I’ll do my best, Sir.”

  Josh chuckled. “You can call me Josh tonight. We’re out on a date, and I’ve had a wonderful time with you.” He finished his drink and signaled the waiter for the check.

  The limo took them back to the villa. Josh took her arm, led her inside, and kissed her in the dark, lazily wrapping his tongue around hers. Ella hungrily tasted its warmth.

  As Josh’s hands slid down her back and cupped her ass through her dress, Ella wondered whether he would spank her again. As he unhurriedly kneaded the cheeks of her butt, she grew wet as she remembered the sting of his hand slapping her bare bottom with her skirt pulled up and her panties tugged down around her thighs.

  Josh led her to his bedroom and unzipped her tight green sheath so he could lift it off over her head. He took off his clothes, and Ella unfastened her bra and stepped out of her panties.

  As Josh lay down on the bed and kissed her all over, Ella realized she was already wet. When he started to toy with her breasts and suckle them, she couldn’t take it anymore.

  Straddling his hips and preparing to take him inside her, she realized that even without a spanking, sex with Josh was the most exciting experience she had ever had in her life.

  Chapter 2

  The next morning, Ella rode with Josh to the meeting. He had reserved a small conference room in a high-rise hotel near St. Johns. The conference facility had a full range of amenities, including an enormous reception and waiting area, private carrels for laptops, and a snack bar open at all times. Ella was relieved that she would be able to simply pour Josh a cup of coffee and take it to him if he signaled her. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker and knew her own attempts to make it would turn out badly.

  One of the pieces of luggage Josh had brought down from Chicago was a big wheeled briefcase full of printed documents, with copies for each meeting attendee. Josh gave her clear instructions on the contents of each folder, and what she was to do with each one. Ella wasn’t intimidated. To her, it was no different from making and serving a complicated drink order for a large party as she did in her bartending days.

  In another suitcase, Josh had packed the white silk blouse and tight black skirt he had given her during her training at his house earlier that week. They were freshly cleaned and pressed, and he instructed her to put them on for the meeting.

  Again she wore four-inch black spike heels, and a lace bra, garter belt, and sheer stockings under the skirt. Ella was relieved that the panties had been returned to the lingerie ensemble for the meeting. She was reveling in Josh’s attention to her and his encouragement to be naughty, but she wasn’t ready to walk around without panties in a meeting with four men incredibly powerful men.

  As the men filed into the conference room, Ella busied herself with Josh’s files. Immediately she could feel their eyes on her body. Her face reddened, but she kept her eyes cast downward, glancing occasionally at Josh out of the corner of her eye so she could see his cues.

  It was obvious from the way she heard him greet the men that he knew all of them from previous business dealings. With a few sidelong glances, she was able to pick out two square-jawed, light-haired men, the Germans, and two dark-haired men, the Argentinians.

  Josh nodded to the file folders, and Ella immediately went to work, placing a packet of documents on the table in front of each of the five men. She performed her duties exactly as she would serve them drinks in a bar – sliding up close enough so they could smell her perfume, bending over slightly to display a tantalizing flash of thigh under her skirt, and keeping her eyes firmly on her work.

  She could feel the men’s eyes boring into her, and she was certain they knew she was wearing stockings and garters under her skirt. Their gaze made her feel naked under her clothes, and Ella was shocked to realize that it made her wet. She added a bit of strut to her steps in the four-inch heels and felt the intensity of their gazes increase. Both Germans smelled of tobacco smoke. The Latinos wore more than a little bit of cologne, and were much more aggressive in their manner.

  She was certain that if Josh hadn’t been in the room, the second Argentinian would have reached up under her skirt and groped her as she placed his documents in front of him. She guessed this was the man who had backed out of the deal at Josh’s last meeting. Now she understood what Josh was up to. In other cultures, an attractive woman at a man’s beck and call was a signal of power.

  Josh stood up. “Shall we begin, gentlemen?”

  Only when all four of the men agreed did he dismiss Ella with a slight nod of his head. She strode out of the conference room, feeling all five of the men’s eyes on her bottom as she walked through the door.

  In the reception area, Ella noticed three other girls had arrived with the men and were seated around the waiting room. All of them wore short skirts and high heels. One was doing her nails, while the other two clicked intently on their cell phones. They looked bored.

  Ella went to the commissary for some bottled water. A fourth girl, a beautiful Latina with long, slender legs, was pouring a cup of coffee for herself. She nodded to Ella without a trace of friendliness and went out to the reception area. Without needing to check further, Ella was absolutely certain that the girl belonged to the more aggressive of the two Argentinean men.

  She went out to the reception area and seated herself in a private carrel next to the commissary. If another man in the meeting signaled for a cup of coffee at the same time Josh did, she wanted to be first in line at the coffee pot so she could bring Josh his coffee before the other men could get theirs.

  Her advance planning was rewarded an hour later when Josh called and instructed her to bring him a cup of black coffee. She was the first girl to enter the conference room, and the other girls filed in close behind her, looking faintly annoyed.

  Ella understood now. It’s a competition, she thought to herself. The girls were the does, and the men were the bucks, vying for top status. The better she performed her service tasks for Josh in front of the other men, the greater his stature in their eyes.

  She had another call from Josh toward lunchtime telling her to distribute the gifts he had brought with him. It was a sign that the meeting was almost at an end, and that it had gone well. She adjusted her manner to appear more demure as she placed a silver cigarette case in a velvet box in front of each German, and a similar cigar case in front each of the two Argentineans.

  As she left the room, she felt the men staring at her ass. Oh well, she thought. Let them look. Only Josh can touch.

  Or spank, she added to herself.

  Fifteen minutes later. Josh emerged from the conference room ahead of the others, already on his phone calling for the limo. Ella followed a few steps behind him, eyes cast downward.

  He helped her into the limo, got in with her, and shut the door. “Look at me, Ella,” he said.

  She lifted her eyes. He was smiling, and again she saw that triumphant gleam.

  “I closed the deal,” he said. “You did your job very well, thanks for helping me.”

  “You’re welcome, Si …I mean, Josh,” Ella replied. She was getting the hang of this.

  “Good girl,” he said. He wrapped his big hands around her arms, pulled her to him, and kissed her passionately for a long time, his tongue insistent in her mouth.

  Finally he let her go.

  “Time to celebrate,” he said.

  Chapter 3

  The villa was cool and dark as Josh unlocked the door and let them in. He smiled at Ella. “The locals here don’t lock their doors, but wealthy tourists are another story.”

  He wheeled the big briefcase out of the way and turned to her. “What do you think of an afternoon at the beach?”

  Ella smiled. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

  “I have more clothes for you,” Josh said. “I enjoy dressing you. You look gorgeous in everything I pick out for you.”