Big Spankable Asses. Kimberly Kaye Terry

      “Josh, I want you to take the Bradley case over from Ben,” Allen Longmire told his nephew as they left the top floor suite of offices and entered the elevator.

      “No problem, Allen. Is Ben okay with that?” Josh asked and punched the elevator button for the third floor.

      “He’s going to be okay with it.” The way Allen said it left no doubt in Josh’s mind that it wasn’t Ben’s idea to be replaced. “You’ve got a proven track history with these particular investments. Ben’s been fucking up lately and we don’t want to alienate the Bradleys. They bring big money to the firm. We need to keep them happy, and money keeps them happy. Making money keeps everyone involved happy, particularly this firm. You’ll do a great job with it, I have confidence in you, boy.” Allen patted his back as they left the elevator. Josh managed not to grimace at the hearty pat and the way his uncle called him “boy.” At twenty-eight, he’d left boyhood behind a long damn time ago. Actually, since his father left his mother when he was six years old, he hadn’t felt like a boy for what felt like eons.

      “That’s fine with me, as long as you let him know it was your idea and not something I approached you with.”

      “Of course I will, just leave Ben to me! I’ll take care of it.” His uncle patted him on the back again. “Look, it’s lunchtime, do you want to head down to grab a bite to eat in the cafeteria? I don’t have the time to go anywhere else today.”

      “I was thinking the same thing. Let me go back upstairs, I need to grab my wallet.”

      “I think I can afford to buy my own nephew a five dollar sandwich,” Allen laughed.

      “Yeah, well, I have enough shit to deal with as it is, with some thinking I don’t really belong here. I can buy my own lunch, but thanks, Uncle Allen. Besides, I have an errand to run after lunch and I need my wallet,” Josh hedged.

      “Hey, you deserve to be here just like anyone else. Nothing was handed to you. You work damn hard, make more money for this firm than any other senior exec, and to hell with what they think. Your father helped me build this firm and you have the same skill and knack for making money that he did…does.”

      “I appreciate the words, but it won’t take long for me to grab my wallet from my office. I’ll meet you down there,” Josh said, avoiding his uncle’s eyes.

      “Sure. I’ll meet you down there,” he agreed. Josh caught the flash of something in his eyes before he exited the elevator.

      Wallet retrieved, Josh waited before he pressed the down button. When the second elevator slid open, he stepped inside and withdrew the badge from the pocket in his jacket.

      “I wouldn’t have believed it had I not read it with my own two eyes,” Lee said around a mouthful of tunafish salad he was trying to swallow.

      “Well…I’m not all that sure I believe it myself and I took the ad out!”

      “But you’re going through with it, si?”

      “You mean if someone actually guesses the right answer? Yeah, I think so,” Lilliana said and laughed. “But what’s the likelihood of that?”

      “You mean of someone coming up with the right reply?”

      Lilliana paused to take a sip her of green tea and answered after she swallowed. “I mean…who would guess?”

      “Girl, you been away from Chi-town way too long! We got some serious freaks here too, just like Cali!”

      “What? What do you mean, freaks here like in Cali?” she spit his words back to him.

      “I don’t know—I guess I would say don’t be surprised if somebody guesses what B.S.A. stands for…or comes damn close. We’ve got some folks into the whole spanking thing, on the down low for real, chica,” he laughed.

      “What do you mean? And why are they on the down low?”

      Lee looked over the top of his slushy at her like she was crazy, and suddenly Lilliana felt just as crazy as she must look. “Lee! I’m serious! What is it?”

      “Girl, I thought you were into the whole tie me up, spank my ass and slap a collar on me while you’re at it scene!” he said in a low voice.

      “What?” she said and nearly choked on her tea.

      Lee looked around as though he were making sure that no one was listening to them and leaned across the small table. “I just assumed from the ad that you were into spankings…maybe a little S&M too.”

      “No, I’m not! Why would you think that?” Lilliana knew her voice was way too high and squeaky when several pairs of eyes turned in her direction in curiosity, but she ignored their looks and allowed her gaze to stay trained on Lee.

      “Okay, for one, I thought you were into it because you took a frickin’ ad out asking for a man who knew how to spank your ass! And another…well who the hell takes an ad out asking a man to tap that ass if she didn’t want her ass tapped?”

      “Tapped and hit are two different things! I don’t want some man hitting me! I just left one who did that to me! Why in hell would I willingly ask someone to hit me?”

      “Hitting and spanking are two different things, chica! Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

      “What? You’ve done it? Let a man hit you?” Although the idea of allowing a man to willingly put his hands on her was abhorrent to Lilly, she found herself curious as to what Lee would say.

      “Not hit me, Lilly…spank me. Two totally different things,” he told her with a smile. “Girl, no one’s ever introduced you to the sweetness of submission?” Lee laughed coyly and when she shook her head he looked around again, as though someone was trying to listen to their conversation. “Well, let me be the first to tell you. With the right person, it’s a feeling like no other.”

      “Really?” Lilly asked in a hushed tone, completely forgetting to eat the spaghetti smothered in marinara sauce that she loved as Lee filled her in, with graphic details, on what he called the sweet side of submission.

      “Honey, yes. A nice firm but soft hand, applying just the right amount of sting…chica, ummm…it’s off the chain.” He smiled what she thought was a very happy, reminiscing grin.

      “It has to be with the right man. You’ve got to trust him, trust that he won’t hurt you,” he told her thoughtfully as he continued to eat. “Have some candles burning, some Hennessy, maybe a little Luther or Usher playing in the background, and a big beautiful naked man, hard and ready to lay it on you!” he laughed.

      The handsome blond guy she’d seen on the elevator instantly sprang to Lilliana’s mind. She had no problem imagining how good he’d look, butt naked and standing tall, hard, and ready to give her what she needed.

      “Tell me more and don’t leave out a thing,” she demanded, fascinated, wondering how it could possibly feel good to be totally at the mercy of a man’s hands during lovemaking, and enjoy it.

      “Anything I can do for you, Mr. Longmire?” Josh nearly jumped out of his skin when the supervisor tapped him on the shoulder and asked the question.

      He turned and barely kept the smile on his face when his eyes came into direct contact with Ms. Hillman. He struggled to keep a straight face as he stared at the floor supervisor’s obvious mustache.

      “No ma’am, I was, um, just looking for someone.” Josh had no idea why he stammered, but there was something about the older woman that made him feel all of twelve years old with his hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar.

      “Tell me who it is. I’m sure I can help you. Everyone has gone to lunch but I can show you to the cubicle of the person you’re searching for. Is there something I can help you out with?” She smiled, showing all twenty-eight of her slightly protruding teeth.

      “Thanks, Ms. Hillman.