The threat makes me blush furiously. Dammit. It is not fair that he is this hot and dominant, and smart. How did he guess? There are so many cats in the world; she should really have been able to stay hidden in plain sight.
But then I think maybe he’s bluffing. He can’t know what I did. And he might even be trying to cover for letting the cat out. So if I just act some variation of normal, this might actually all blow over.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “Assuming that Veronica is a cat is a crazy leap.”
“Veronica hasn’t been at work in several days. That’s why I came here to see you, because you haven’t either. HR has been looking for the pair of you.”
“Why didn’t you say that up front?”
“Because I didn’t want to make you worried,” he says. He’s lying, but so am I, so I guess that makes us more or less even.
“I’m not going to lie,” I say deviously. “Veronica might be a cat right now.”
“Right. And how did that happen?”
“Maybe she drank a little of vial A. Maybe she drank a little of vial B. Maybe there was some cat hair in it?”
“Cat hair,” he says, the muscle in his handsome jaw twitching.
“Yes. Maybe.”
He goes to the kitchen, opens a drawer, and takes out a wooden spoon. He comes back, takes me by the arm, sits down on the couch and pulls me over one of his thighs, all without saying a word. My pants get pulled down by his big hand, and before I know it, that spoon is landing with devastating speed and accuracy on my exposed ass and thighs.
“What the fuck?” I scream as he spanks me.
“You know better than to touch my things,” he says. “And you should know better than to give them to others.”
“She deserved it!”
“That’s not for you to decide, and it is definitely not for you to enact,” he says sternly, gripping me more tightly around the waist as he peppers my upper thighs with that damned spoon. The pain is immediate and stinging and I’d do damn near anything to get him to stop.
“Fucking stop!” I shout.
It’s very ineffective.
* * *
Simon
What a spoiled little girl she’s become. To go into my secret supplies, blend them up, and give them to another person is more dangerous than I can even really entirely comprehend. That’s why I did the testing on myself, so if anything went wrong, only I would be affected.
She could have killed Veronica. She may have effectively done so.
I hold her in place and I spank her sternly, wanting very much to make a strong impression on her. I want her to understand that if she ever touches any of my research again it will not be worth it.
“You will keep your hands off my things,” I tell her. “And you will absolutely never administer experimental substances to people without my permission. Or even with it. Of all the reckless things to do…”
“You drank it! Why shouldn’t she? She was part of it all. She was trying to steal your research. She was going to sell it to the military, I bet.”
“You bet,” I snort. “The military already has some interest in our research, which is why I keep some of it private for myself. It was never meant to be given to anybody else.”
I drop the spoon, which is leaving hot red marks across her thighs and her cheeks, and I go back to using my hand because it means I can spank her for longer without doing too much damage.
“You’ve been incredibly naughty,” I tell her. “Very badly behaved, and I will not have it. Not from you. You need to learn to behave yourself and do as you are told, and not take wild risks.”
“You should be telling yourself all of this,” she argues between gasps. She wants to resist this, and me, but I am not going to allow that either.
“Talking back is only going to make this hurt more,” I tell her. “And I can do a lot to discipline you if spanking isn’t going to work. I am about to make you sore inside and out, you brat.”
