Under The Scarlet Moon

My schedule was filled with appointments, a long list of meetings, and at least three hours blocked into work on blueprints for a tiny industrial complex that was taking up half of the firm’s resources. I buried my head in my drawings, coming up for air only to sit back and stare at my work from a different angle—and to take a bite of my tuna sandwich. A few times, I caught myself staring out the window at the grand hotel across the street. Sometimes I looked inside the rooms behind the glass and timber, wonderingly. If only I could peer inside their private spaces and see what went on inside. Every room was a little world, another drama. Was that what KC thought about so much?

As soon as I realized what I was doing, I immediately stopped. Thankfully, these indulgent reveries were becoming less frequent—especially since I was expending so much energy on cutting them out of my mind. KC Gable was just a passing fancy, nothing more. Three weeks, it had been a good rush. And I’d even turned the corner on my malaise, as he had called it; feeling freshly inspired to do the work that Ripley & Wingardt had hired me to do. This was one of my more lucid moments.

Hearing a sudden knock on the door, I absently said, “Come in,” thinking it was my secretary with more specs from my boss. I swiveled on my drafting stool doing an immediate double take seeing KC Gable standing in the center of my office. He looked as reasonable there as Banquo’s ghost. I even pressed my fingers to my mouth as if to squelch a cry.

“Did you get my note?” he asked.

“Yes, yes I did,” I said. My voice must have sounded much too haughty considering his reply.

“So, when did you start with the rich-bitch airs?” he sneered and responded tersely.

“I didn’t know that I had,” I answered.

“Listen to yourself, Gail.”

Any wall I’d erected to keep him out was no more than paper-thin. He was rattling around inside me already.

“So you got my note. What happened next?”

“I decided not to see you.”

“And why’s that?”

I shrugged having no immediate answer.

“If that’s your decision, why didn’t you call and say so? I think we’ve gone too far for this shabby kind of ending.”

“I’m sorry. It was just easier,” I paused, seeing his penetrating stare unchanged, “and now you’re pissed, aren’t you?” I could read his anger as well.

“In a manner of speaking.” He moved further forward until he was standing right in front of me. Nervously, I blew a lock of red hair off my face and when it didn’t stay, KC took his hand and gently pushed it back. “I want the truth, Gail.” He almost looked worried about my answer. “Are you serious about what you wanted, or was that just my imagination? Has this three weeks and our talk in the theatre been about nothing?”

“No, it wasn’t your imagination…” I admitted. “It’s not about nothing—it’s very real.” Yes, he was inside me and more pervasive than ever.

“Then let’s clear up the problem, now. No hesitations.”

I was mesmerized, in an unthinking place.

“You want the spankings?” he asked me.

I cleared my throat. “Yes.”

“You want the discipline?”

“Yes,” I replied. With every question, my body was moving full speed ahead, racing far faster than my brain’s ability to keep up. But it didn’t matter; any thoughtful consideration of his questions was unnecessary. I would have answered the same way.

“And all the denial is just bullshit? Is that right?”

“Yes. I guess it is.”

He knew the answers. I didn’t have to speak. KC read from my brain, finding pages I’d marked ‘secret ’, exposing the truth. I suppose that’s easy with a woman as confused as I have been.

“If that’s so, Gail, then you need to decide now if you want me part of the picture?”

I couldn’t answer.

when you come to my theatre. I don’t like being rejected, especially by women who ask for favors. There are plenty of places

a game, not a game at all. I was just afraid. After Friday night, I was petrified. It took so much courage for me to see you the next morning, and when

bit of me was quaking. All that I’d

you so

the worst way I want

“From me?”

“Yes, from you.”

the surroundings—my ultra modern office with its crisp lines and cold form. Banks of windows surrounded me on three sides.

liquid prisoner, pent in walls of glass…”

“What’s that?”

Fits, don’t you think. Or perhaps you’re more like fire

“Pent?”

“Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Maybe so.”

to be splitting the air. “I suppose I look as out of place here as you do in

“So what? Might shake a few people up to see you here, or you just might get called the new mail clerk, but

“You’re sure?”

trembling, not my legs or hands. Though, my head was pounding and

this out. I’ll see you at the

“I’ll be there.”

is as good a place as any to start your discipline.” He turned again as though he were looking for something. Having spotted what he wanted, he moved to my desk and

as though he’d just hit me with an

of any better time? This

I said to myself silently, while

its own thrill; though it’s often gone too quickly to appreciate the feelings. Spanked for discipline

want to be disturbed. I suggested that she go to lunch and she agreed. Then turning toward KC, I offered him a quavering

asked, as he motioned

sure how

wait until

from the first spanking in the theatre. I felt his powerful warmth from the moment my thighs and groin touched his lap. My sexual juices started to flow so much I could hardly keep from

raised my skirt—and this time it was one of my shortest ones, Dickerson’s doing again—I felt the air on my skin, the immediate cool, and every small move of KC’s hand as he inched the tight fabric over my hips. Finding my panties in the way, he slowly drew them over my ass and let them dangle at my knees. Bared at last, my butt twitching, I waited, not daring to breathe. I remembered his hands. Every time I saw them they fascinated my imagination—even minutes ago when he gripped the ruler

tender with the wood as he might have been with his bare hand—running it over the surface of my skin

Smack!

The burn was instantaneous!

changed his pace and direction, and even the intensity so I couldn’t guess what he’d do next. For a time, his aim drifted to my thighs where the sting was so great I almost lost my cool and started to complain. Sensing my distress, KC held me tighter as my body started to rebel, my feet began to kick in maddening fury. “Hush!” He almost whispered the command, though it was an unbending one. He

squirmed to meet his sincere caress, quite sure that my body was taunting him to the same state of erotic need; but

around,” he said when I was on

his

at the theatre at ten,” he reminded me. The order

a pitiful whine as I turned back to him. He knew what I

all today. I have work to do, and so do you. Pay attention to your butt, Ms. Henry. Might just teach you all

the center of my office, bewildered once again. I was so in need of him, hating him for not screwing me on the spot that I almost failed to lower my skirt as he opened the door. Thankfully, I shook myself awake and

***

office had set me straight at last. Then his hands had done the rest of the work with both gentleness and the coarse severity required to discipline. I was no longer allowing myself the luxury of confusion.

engaged brutally in my loins—nothing held back now. I opened the door and the door

comforting hand, led me to his apartment. I noted first that his bed was mussed with the look of erotic

seemed much more pleasant than when he came to my

to death, but

he replied as though I’d