3 comments/ 68508 views/ 17 favorites Heidi and The Kaiser Ch. 01 By: Selena_Kitt Heidi would do anything. That's what they all said. She was little more than a glorified go-fer, anyway, running across town to fetch props for the shoot and two dozen hot coffees, or lugging cameras and equipment and trudging after the photographer. There was also making sure the models had exactly what they wanted, when they wanted, and how they wanted it. That was the worst part of the job. "I said half caf decaf mocha latte!" Heidi ducked as the tall, nude figure threw the full coffee towards the wastebasket but missed, the cup tipping over and leaking out onto the floor. "I'm sorry," Heidi apologized, kneeling to mop up the mess. "Forget it." The woman snorted—Heidi thought the tall blonde's name was Daniella—waving her off. "Maggie!" A short, pudgy woman hurried in from the front of the trailer. "I'm sorry, sweetie, Chloe was having problems with her straps." Heidi slipped out of the trailer, leaving one of the coffee trays for the girls and took the other, going to find the crew. "Argh! This is a latte!" Ty grimaced, handing it back to her and waving her off. "Not mine." "I'm sorry," Heidi apologized again, knowing that she couldn't fix her mistake now unless she got back into the car and trekked the three miles to Starbucks. Lenny, one of the crew, looked over from where he was setting up the tripod. "Ty, we'd better get the girls out here while the light is good. Where is the artist? Wasn't she supposed to be here by five?" Lenny came over and grabbed a coffee, smiling at her and winking. "Black. I'm easy, baby." She smiled back, her eyes dropping to the sand. Her watch said it was 5:32 a.m. and the sun was just coming up over the horizon. "Do you want me to get the girls?" Heidi asked with a sigh, glancing back at the trailer where the models were changing. "Fucking Kaiser's coming out here," Ty murmured, fiddling with his camera. "I hate shoots when he shows up." Heidi's eyes widened and she looked between them. "The Kaiser? Warren Kaiser?" "Speak of the devil," Lenny murmured, pointing over Heidi's shoulder with his eyes. Ty sighed, fumbling his camera, but not looking back. "Shit." "He likes the swimsuit shoots," Lenny whispered to her as he passed. "Gentlemen!" Warren Kaiser looked as out of place on a morning beach in his suit and tie as a poodle in the pound. "Let's start the engines, shall we?" He strode toward them swinging a finely crafted cane than sank into the sand as he walked. He dug the point of it in when he stopped short, leaning on it and crossing one foot in front of the other. "I'll go get the girls," Heidi murmured, avoiding the tall man's eyes as she moved carefully around him, noticing the exposed bottom of his shoe as she passed. "Testoni!" Heidi gasped, staring at the feather images hot-stamped into the soles. The man was standing on the beach, unmindful of the sand that the toe of his fifteen-hundred-dollar shoe was resting in. "God bless you!" Lenny snorted. "Good eye." The voice drew her gaze up and she saw the man with the cane and the salt and pepper hair looking curiously down at her. His eyes were dark and questioning. Lenny nudged Heidi's shoulder with his. "The girls—Daniella." "Going," she mumbled. Normally they set up the portable beach cabanas, but this was going to be a five day shoot, and there would be different models every day, so Kaiser had sprung for a trailer. Inside, there was a flurry of activity, girls everywhere in various states of undress, the costume women tucking and folding and taping. "Daniella?" Heidi asked, looking for the tall blonde in the midst of bodies. "She's in the bathroom!" one of the girls said, holding her arms above her head, her breasts bare, as one of the costumers taped them together. "Daniella?" Heidi asked, knocking on the door. No one answered, but she heard the distinct sounds of vomiting. She knocked again. Nothing. Making her way back through the flutter of activity, she discovered outside that Lenny had found a chair for Mr. Kaiser. He sat, his cane propped against the arm, his hands folded over his chest and his legs stretched out, his fifteen-hundred dollar Italian shoes crossed in the sand. "Lenny," she whispered, motioning to him. "I think Daniella's got the stomach flu. She's in the bathroom throwing up." "That's not the flu!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "That's Dunkin Donuts reversing gears!" "Oh." Heidi flushed, noticing Mr. Kaiser watching them, smiling at her naiveté, his head cocked in her direction. "Heidi, come here!" Ty called. He was looking through his camera towards the surf. "I'll get her," Lenny said, nudging Heidi toward the photographer as he headed for the trailer. Heidi waited patiently while Ty fiddled with the camera. He glanced over at her, frowning, eyeing her up and down. He pointed. "See that towel out there?" She nodded, shifting uncomfortably. Mr. Kaiser was still watching them and his eyes on her made her feel too small in her skin. "Go stand on it," he said, looking through the camera again. "I need to get a reading, and I can't do it without a subject." Heidi trotted obediently out to stand on the towel. From this angle, she could see Mr. Kaiser looking at her, tilting his head to the side so he could see around Ty standing at the tripod. "Hey!" Ty called, looking over the camera at her. "Take off your top." "What?" she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear her. "Come on!" He waved his hand impatiently, looking through the camera again. "Let's go!" Heidi glanced at Mr. Kaiser, who was leaning a little further now around Ty as she crossed her hands in front of her and grabbed the edge of her t-shirt, wishing she had actually put on a bra this morning. She held her t-shirt modstly in front of her breasts, feeling the heat of her blush and found herself staring at the tips of Mr. Kaiser's shoes. She could feel his eyes on her, anyway, like a heat. "More skin!" Ty called. She glanced toward the trailer, hoping to see Daniella and Lenny magically appear, but no such luck. Biting her lip and taking a deep breath, she dropped her arms to her sides, exposing herself. Her nipples immediately hardened in the breeze. She watched Mr. Kaiser adjust in his seat, uncrossing and re-crossing his legs at the ankles. "Thanks!" Ty waved her in. "Got it!" Pulling her shirt back over her head and willing the flush out of her cheeks, she walked toward the photographer. "You didn't take any pictures, did you?" Heidi asked, watching Ty as he looked through the camera and then out to the horizon again. He snorted. "Of you?" Her blush deepened as the trailer door banged open behind them and Daniella pushed Lenny out onto the sand. "Fucking pervert," she hissed, weaving around him. "Next time, send in Miss Cauliflower for Brains—at least she's a girl." Lenny was laughing as he brushed himself off and one of the other girls grabbed the trailer door and shut it. "Let's get this show on the road," Daniella said, flouncing past Ty. "Where do you want me?" "It's already been quite a show," Mr. Kaiser remarked, putting his hands behind his head and glancing over at Heidi. "Mr. Kaiser!" In an instant, the model's voice was thick with sweetness and now Heidi felt like she needed to go do a food-reversal. "Heidi, can you help me?" It was Maggie, sticking her head out the trailer door. "Lenny, find out where that damned artist is!" Ty called, waving Daniella toward the towel. Heidi saw Lenny dig his cell phone out of his pocket, but it wasn't long before the henna artist showed up to start painting the girls. She was a dark-haired woman, all soft curves and long legs, and dark blue-black hair that hung to her waist. Heidi watched, fascinated, as she painted patterns over each girl's skin, sealing the henna with some sort of glittery paint before sending them on their way. Daniella came back in to get hers, and complained the whole time about having to hold still. Heidi had to run to the refrigerator to get her an Evian twice, but she didn't mind sitting in the cool trailer and watching. Lenny and Ty didn't seem to be missing her, although she knew that with all the girls out on the beach, she should probably go out there, too. "Do you want one?" the black-haired woman asked after Daniella left, turning her coal-black eyes to Heidi as she cleaned her syringe. "Me?" Heidi glanced toward the door, biting her lip, considering. "You have lovely hands," the woman remarked, grabbing one and turning it over, running her fingers over Heidi's knuckles. "Perhaps something here?" Heidi let her paint, watching as the syringe left a dark brown trail over her skin. It just looked like squiggly lines and dots at first, but eventually, she was able to discern a leafy, paisley pattern as the woman worked. "It's really beautiful," Heidi murmured, her blonde head bent close to the woman's dark one. "Have you been doing it long?" "Since I was a girl." The woman glanced up with a smile. "There... do you like it?" Heidi held her hand out, admiring. "Yes... thank you." "Heidi!" It was Ty, pounding at the trailer door, making her jump up with a gasp. "Gotta go." She headed for the door. "Wait!" the woman called after her. "I need to seal your—" Heidi knew Ty's mad voice when she heard it, and her heart was beating fast as she shut the trailer door behind her. "Where the hell have you been?" he hissed, and she hid her hand behind her back, careful not to touch the wet henna to anything. She followed him as he walked back toward his camera, grumbling something about Lenny, who Heidi didn't see anywhere. "Listen, I need you to help that guy bring in the boxed lunches." Heidi looked over toward the truck that had pulled up in the parking lot and headed for it, hurrying past Ty. She didn't see Mr. Kaiser's outstretched legs at all before she tripped over them, reaching to catch herself. "Whoa, there!" he said, grabbing for her, but she tumbled anyway, managing to turn and clutch onto his pants before she landed in the sand. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, hearing the girls laughing behind her. She started brushing the sand off her shorts as she knelt, and that's when she noticed the smeared henna over the back of her hand. "Are you alright?" he asked, and she knew he hadn't seen, didn't notice. Panicked, she glanced down at his pants, seeing the stain on the inside of the leg. The material was a dark grey and the henna was brown, leaving a clear mark. "Oh god... your pants... I'm so sorry..." "What did you do?" Ty asked, glancing over at them, frowning. Still kneeling, she held out her trembling hand, the painstaking design now a dark smudge, turning her eyes up first to Ty and then to Mr. Kaiser, who was inspecting his pant leg now with a frown. "That's a Fioravanti, isn't it?" Heidi asked, wincing. He nodded, his mouth set in a thin line. "Oh my god!" Ty's hands were pressed to his cheeks, his eyes wide. "Heidi, you're going to have to pay for that! What were you doing with henna on your hands!?" "That's a three thousand dollar suit," Heidi whispered, sure no one could hear her. "Five," Kaiser corrected, standing. He reached into his pocket, digging out his keys. "I have a change of clothes in my trunk. It's the Porsche. Get them, please." Heidi took his keys, trying hard not to cry as she ran to his car. Careful to use only the hand without the henna, she retrieved a dry cleaning bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she ran back toward the beach. "Where is he?" she gasped to Ty, who had gone back to photographing the girls. "Trailer," Ty replied, waving her off. Inside it was dark and cool and quiet. Everyone else was out on the beach, and even the henna lady had gone. "Mr. Kaiser?" she called, making her way toward the back of the trailer. She saw a light on in the little bathroom. "Sir?" "In here, Heidi," he called and she startled, surprised, when he said her name. She found him sitting on the edge of the toilet seat with his pants folded neatly on the sink, the stain showing. "I'm so sorry," she said, edging inside and shutting the door. "See if you can get the stain out," he instructed, holding his hand out for the dry cleaning bag. She handed it to him and turned to the sink, feeling cold. Using soap on her hands to wash the rest of the wet henna away, leaving a ghostly pattern, she then started on the pants. "You know a great deal about fashion," he remarked, standing and hanging the bag over the hook on the door. "Fashion design major," she replied, scrubbing the stain. "Syracuse. Graduated last year." "And you came to work for Kaiser?" He slipped off his suit jacket. "Probably thinking you could get your foot in the door?" She nodded, sighed, rinsed the spot and noticed it had barely faded. "Something like that." "And now you're basically the go-to girl?" He shook out his suit coat carefully, leaving on his shirt and tie, while Heidi watched him in the mirror. "Basically." She turned off the water, drying her hands on a paper towel. "I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to get this clean." He nodded. "I was afraid of that." "I'm glad you had this suit in your car," Heidi said, turning toward the dry cleaning bag and unzipping it. "It's—oh my god. Is that a Liana Lee?" He smiled. "I thought you might appreciate that." "She's my idol," Heidi said, running her fingers over the lapel. "You want to design men's suits?" he asked, reaching around her and slipping the jacket off the hanger and handing her his other suit jacket. "Here, hang this one up, will you?" "Among other things," she said as she hung his other suit jacket up. He straightened his collar, his tie, glancing at her in the mirror. "So, Miss Heidi... what are we going to do about these pants?" She bit her lip, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "I'm not sure..." She shrugged. "With what I make, it would take me forever to pay you five thousand dollars." "I understand that." His eyes moved over her. "Still, something like this... there is the matter of personal responsibility." "It was an accident..." she pleaded, turning to face him. He raised his eyebrows at her and she sighed. "What do you think we should do?" "Perhaps just a simple punishment is in order." Heidi stared at him, frowning. "What do you mean?" "Turn around." She did as he asked, heart hammering, facing the sink and the mirror once again. "Bend over." Her eyes widened, meeting his as he moved behind her, standing a full head taller. When she spoke, she couldn't keep the tremble from her voice. "Mr. Kaiser?" He nodded. "Yes. Bend over." "I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head, her stomach clenching. "I don't... what..." She could feel his presence, the shadow of his body behind her like a weight, even though no part of them was touching. "Bend over for your punishment, Heidi." Just the sound of his voice made her do it. It wasn't a request, it wasn't even quite a demand, it was more of a direction, a simple instruction that she was meant to follow—and so she did. Bent over the counter of the sink, she met her own wide eyes in the full wall mirror and then looked to him. He was leaning back, his head tilted, his gaze falling somewhere behind her. Her heart was beating very fast. "Shorts down." She heard herself whimper, but it was his tone that seemed to prompt her response, making her fingers hook the elastic band, sliding the white material over her bottom, down to mid-thigh. "Panties, too." Her eyes pleaded with him, but he wasn't looking at her face. There seemed nothing to do but comply. Her face burned and her chest was constricted as she slid her plain white cotton panties down to mid-thigh as well. "Mr. Kaiser—" she started, thinking to reason with him, to say something to end this craziness, but she couldn't think of what to follow it with. That's when his hand came down, a jarring sting that made her gasp out loud with the force of it. The flush of her humiliation was immediate and two rosy patches appeared on her face in the mirror. His hand came down again, this time across her other cheek, the sound of it loudly shocking in the small, cramped space of the bathroom. Her ass cheeks smarted and she started to feel a heat as the spanking went on, his slaps coming faster, harder. She couldn't stop the silent tears, her lower lip trembling, her breath coming in soft hitches. He was thundering behind her, his face stoic in the mirror. The only indication of emotion was in his eyes, the way they seemed to caress the red, burning skin he was kindling. She started to squirm, making soft noises, her breath fogging the mirror more with every blow. "Mr. Kaiser!" she gasped, her hands curling, one of them clutching the stained trousers in her fist. The sound of her voice stopped him and she could see his chest heaving, his gaze still moving over her behind. He lifted his hand, the one he had used to spank her with, rubbing his fingers together as he met her eyes in the mirror. Heidi trembled at the dark look in them. He moved in behind her and she could feel his erection through his boxers nestled between her cheeks. The soft satiny feel of the fabric was heaven against her hot, prickling skin. His eyes never left hers as he grabbed her hips, squeezing, holding her there against him. She watched his eyes close for a moment as he drew a deep, belly breath. "Mr. Kaiser?" she whispered, her ass clenching, his cock twitching. He let go, leaning back and moving his hand over her behind, a soft caress. She swallowed, watching him, finding it hard to breathe. "Your debt is paid," he said quietly, turning toward the door and taking the clean trousers out of the dry cleaning bag. Heidi struggled with her panties and shorts, pulling them back up over her tingling bottom as he buttoned his pants. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, holding out the damp, stained pair of trousers. "They're useless to me," he said, running a hand through his hair. Heidi noticed his palm was red, realizing with a jolt that it was the hand he had used to spank her with. He reached past her and opened the door, grabbing the dry cleaning bag. "My keys," he said, holding out his hand. Heidi dug into her pocket and fumbled them as she gave them over. He moved around her, heading out the door. "Mr. Kaiser," she murmured, leaning against counter, her bottom still burning. "Yes, Heidi?" She didn't know what she was going to say, what she wanted to say, and what came out surprised them both. "Thank you." He gave her a brief nod and was gone. Heidi shut the door and locked it, slipping her shorts and panties down and turning to inspect her red, raw bottom in the mirror. She stayed that way, turned and looking over her shoulder as she slid her hand down between her legs. Her fingers found their way through her swollen, wet slit, parting her lips and rubbing, remembering his eyes, the force and weight of him behind her. The heat in her bottom spread between her legs as she touched herself, still seeing him, the red flash of his palm, the square set of his jaw, the thick press of his cock between her cheeks. She rubbed herself until she was panting with the effort, still hearing his voice telling her to "bend over"... remembering the sharpness of each blow, how accurate and precise... and the delicious, thrilling way he closed his eyes and breathed her in at the end. Her fingers probed deeper, slipping in and out of her wetness as she worked her clit, her other hand squeezing the red, tingling flesh of her ass. Her pussy was slick with her built-up excitement and it squelched as she fingered herself, the rhythmic sound loud in the little bathroom Heidi and The Kaiser Ch. 02 Heidi's bottom stung for an hour after he left, but the tingling feeling in her body remained all through the night. When her alarm went off at four in the morning, she could still feel it, like a low-amp current buzzing through her. Mr. Kaiser had been gone when she went back out onto the set, and she wasn't brave enough to ask Ty or Lenny when or if he might be back—but she did take his pants. She folded them carefully and put them into her backpack. It was strange—disturbing, even—her response to the events of the day before, but it was larger than life, much bigger than she was and beyond her somehow. Her body was craving something that she didn't understand, and no matter how much her head insisted she was crazy, it wanted what it wanted. She floated until she found herself back on the set, like a blissful deja-vu, delivering coffee and holding Ty's camera. It was only when the lunches were delivered again and the girls began picking through them that she came back to earth, realizing that he wasn't coming back. All morning she had watched the parking lot, looking for a red Porsche, her bottom tingling and clenching. She imagined him striding back onto the beach, swinging his cane, his dark eyes finding her. She waited, but he didn't come, and around lunch time, she found herself sitting morosely in the chair he had occupied the day before, eating a banana and poking at a hermit crab in the sand with a stick. What had she expected, anyway? Still, her bottom tingled with the memory. "Hey." Lenny sat in the sand next to her with his sandwich. "Hey." Heidi flipped the crab over, watching it squirm and withdraw further into its shell. She knew how it felt. She turned it back again, watching it inch away. "Ty's better today," Lenny remarked, nodding over to where he was laughing with one of the models. "Kaiser freaks him out." "Mmm." She nodded, sighed, poked her stick into the sand. It was the perfect opportunity to ask, would he be back, did he only come on the first day of the shoot? Still, she couldn't seem to form the words. "Oh, shit," he said, digging into his jeans pocket. "I forgot, Kaiser gave me this for you yesterday. Between Ty running me ragged and Daniella's..." Heidi didn't hear any more, although he continued talking. She was unfolding a square, thick piece of paper with the initials "WRK" at the top. His scrawl was large and slanted and the message was short. My office. Tomorrow. Noon. Don't be late. Kaiser. "Fuck," she whispered, looking at her watch. It was 11:12 a.m. She didn't know if she could make it in time. "What are you doing?" Lenny asked as she bolted out of her chair, starting for the trailer. "Gotta go!" She grabbed her backpack from inside the trailer door, ignoring the startled looks on the girls' faces as she slammed it behind her. "Heidi!?" Ty called after her, but she didn't even look back as she headed for the parking lot, walking at first, and then breaking into a run. ***** Kaiser's office building was downtown, and between traffic and finding parking, it was 11:58 a.m. by the time she burst through the main doors of the skyscraper to ask where she could find his office at the front desk. It wasn't until that moment, with the security guard staring at her bare legs, that she realized she was still dressed for the beach in shorts and a t-shirt. "What floor?" the woman in the pinstriped suit with the short dark bob asked as Heidi slipped onto the elevator. "Forty-eight," she murmured, still out of breath. The numbers seemed to take forever to tick by, people getting on, getting off, and every time she looked at her watch, another minute had passed. By the time the elevator opened at her floor, it was 12:05 p.m. No one got off with her, and as the doors closed behind her, she looked around for a receptionist, but there was no one at the desk. She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder—to her left was a closed door, and to her right was a hallway. As she stood, shifting from foot to foot and considering, the door to her left opened, revealing Mr. Kaiser looking at his watch. "Five minutes late, Heidi," he remarked, waving her in. "Come in, please. Take a seat." Her belly did a little flip as she brushed by him, putting her backpack on the floor at her feet as she sat in one of the leather, wing-backed chairs facing his desk. "I'm sorry," she said, still a little breathless as he shut the door and sat across from her. "Lenny didn't give me your note until this morning." Digging into her pocket, she pulled out the folded paper and held it out to him—her invitation to be here. He just leaned back, tenting his fingers, looking at the note, and eventually she let it flutter to the desk, clasping her quivering hands in her lap. "Do you know why I asked you here?" She shook her head, feeling her ass clenched in the chair, her thighs damp and sticking to the leather. He frowned. "When you answer me, Heidi, I would appreciate either a spoken 'yes' or 'no,' followed by 'Mr. Kaiser' or 'sir.' Do you think you can comply?" "Oh." She flushed, nodding, and said, "Yes, sir." "Now, about the reason I asked you here..." His eyes moved over her face, down to her outfit, very similar to what she had worn the day before. "It is my general impression that you don't enjoy your job." Heidi opened her mouth to deny it and saw him raise his eyebrows, as if he knew what she meant to say. "Yes... sir. That's true." He gave a brief nod. "I thought perhaps we might find something better suited to you at Kaiser." She stared at him, all the breath gone from her body. Was he going to offer her a job in design? "Can you type?" he asked, immediately dashing her hopes. "Yes, sir," she replied with a frown. He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands and resting his arms on the desk. "You may have noticed that I don't have an office assistant out front? My last secretary was with me for eight years, and I have yet to find a replacement for her. It's been several months, now, and I admit, I'm becoming frustrated and I really do need someone." Heidi took a deep breath, glancing around the office. "I've never been anyone's secretary." He shook his head, smiling. "Irrelevant. You have what I need." "I... do?" she met his eyes, her breath coming a little faster as she squirmed in her seat. His eyes were dark, moving over her, and she couldn't help remembering the incident in the bathroom. "I need someone who can follow orders," he said, leaning back in his chair again and she could see the memory of yesterday in his eyes. "Who would be willing to do whatever I asked. You showed me yesterday that you are... quite willing." Heidi swallowed, pressing her damp palms to her shorts. "I'm not sure I know what you mean?" "Yes, you do." His eyes were smiling. "I compensate very well. You would be my assistant, answering my calls, handing my correspondence and taking care of my professional and personal needs during the day. Would you be interested in such an arrangement?" It wasn't the promise if money or the poshness of his office, or even the fact that he was the head of one of the richest fashion companies in the world—it was the way he looked at her, with nothing concealed or disguised. His eyes saw directly through her, and there was no smugness in the way it appeared as if he had her figured out, because he had. They both knew it, and there was only one answer she could give him. "Yes," she breathed, squeezing her hands together, her legs, too. "Sir." He gave her a nod. "Good. I think we'll both be satisfied with the arrangement." Opening the top drawer of his desk, he withdrew a large white envelope and slid it across the blotter. Heidi didn't know if she should take it or not, so she kept her hands clasped, just looking from him to the envelope. "This contains general information about Kaiser, which you have already, of course, since you are essentially already in my employ," he explained. "There is also a contract and information about duties as well as your salary and benefits." She nodded, looking at his hand, the buffed, square nails, resting on the stark envelope. Her bottom tingled, remembering how red his palm had been after he spanked her. Shifting in her seat, she crossed one knee over the other, trying to make herself more comfortable with the yearning ache between her legs. "If, for some reason, you read those over and change your mind," he said, nodding toward the envelope. "You simply need to tell me, and you will consequently stay in your current position." "I can't imagine why I would object," she replied. "No." He smiled. "I don't imagine you will. In spite of the apparent haste of my offer, I actually choose my assistants quite carefully." Standing, he leaned his palms on the desk blotter, his eyes moving down the front of her t-shirt, looking at her hands in her lap. "Now, there is just the matter of your tardiness." Her heart leapt and she met his eyes, feeling faint. "My... tardiness?" Mr. Kaiser reached underneath the desk and Heidi heard the door behind her lock. The sound made her mouth go dry. "One of the things that I cannot abide is lateness," he explained, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. She felt faint as she watched it slipping through the loops of his pants. "And you will find that I am quite unorthodox in my methods of discipline." He snapped the belt in his hands and she jumped, gasping, her hand going to her throat as she stared at him. Doubling it over, he slapped it against his palm, the belt whistling and then smacking his flesh. Heidi sat and wondered how much it would sting and she wiggled her bottom against the chair. "It's a Vincente," he told her with a small smile. "Italian. Calf-skin, medium weight. Makes a nice sound, doesn't it?" She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, all she could seem to do was stare at the belt in his hands as her whole body flushed with a trembling heat. "Heidi?" he asked, cocking his head, reminding her. "I asked you a question." "Yes, sir," she whispered, drawing a shaky breath. "Come here," he instructed, and she recognized the tone immediately and obeyed, moving around to his side of the desk, amazed that her legs were holding her weight at all given how much they were shaking. "You remember this," he murmured, tilting her chin up and she met his eyes, nodding. "Everything pulled down and bend over, please." Heidi turned her back to him, knowing that this was what she came for. She didn't understand it and she didn't try to, she just slid her shorts and panties down for him and bent over the desk like she was told. Her body was tight and tense with anticipation and she closed her eyes. "Take them off," he directed and she looked back at him, wiggling them the rest of the way down and stepping out. "And spread your legs." She moved her thighs apart, feeling the cool air against the moist heat there, and gasped when his hands pressed them open even further. "Put your hands flat," he told her. "Fingers open." Doing as she was told, she splayed her hands on the dusty rose colored blotter with its sharp maroon corners. "Since you will now most likely be continuing in my employ," he said, putting his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of her, leaning his weight against her. "I want you to understand that discipline will only be used when you have violated the rules. In terms of tardiness, you will receive one lash for every minute you are late. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Kaiser," she whispered, closing her eyes and longing to wiggle back against the hard flesh she felt teasing her thigh. She resisted the urge—barely. "You will count it out," he said and she bit her lip as he moved away, wanting the heat and weight of him again. The belt caressed her skin at first, tickling over her lower back and down between her cheeks and thighs. She didn't expect that and it sent shivers up her spine. Under her t-shirt, her nipples stiffened against the blotter. It went on for a long time, the thick feel of the belt tracing patterns on her skin, until she was breathing hard and had goose bumps and was straining up on her toes towards the sensation. Just when she thought she couldn't stand the tension another minute, the belt came down—CRACK—over her ass, making her gasp and moan. "One," she whispered, the bit of the belt creating a line of heat that radiating over her behind. The sting was incredible, much worse than his hand had been. "Good," he praised her, bringing the belt down again in the same spot. "Two!" she gasped, trying to remember how late she had been? Three minutes? Five? She couldn't think anymore as he delivered another blow, this time to the other cheek. "Three," she moaned, her hands beginning to curl into fists as the fire spread over her ass. The moment they did, his hands covered hers, the weight of him leaning in as he pressed her palms flat. "Open," he reminded her firmly. "Yes, sir," she agreed, nodding, as he backed off and brought the belt down again, smacking her ass hard, the sound of it filling the room. "Four," she whimpered, feeling the sting of tears and blinking them back. "One more, Heidi," he murmured, his hand moving over the fiery, red skin of her behind, a cool caress. The belt came down with a tremendous THWAP and she arched, crying out, gasping, "Five!" as her eyes closed and her jaw clenched. The sting and burn was different today, a more localized, tender thing, rather than an overall heat. She bit her lip, waiting, listening to him breathing behind her and wishing there was a mirror here, so she could see his face. "Turn around," he said, and she faced him, watching his belt slip back through the loops in his pants with an intense fascination. "Take off your shirt." She lifted it over her head, exposing herself to him, braless again today, this time in anticipation rather than neglect. His eyes burned their way over the swell of her breasts, down the soft slope of her belly and hips, lingering between her legs at the soft, downy blonde hair there. "You liked it, didn't you?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. "Yesterday in the bathroom?" She swallowed, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her chest. "Yes, sir." "Did it make you wet?" he asked, shifting in his chair and Heidi wondered if he was hard and longed to find out. "Yes, sir," she said, unable to stop the slow flush in her cheeks at her admission. He took a deep breath, his eyes sweeping her form, meeting her eyes. "Did you touch yourself after I left, Heidi?' She lowered her eyes, biting her lip, feeling that delicious throb between her thighs. "Yes, sir." "Show me," he said, leaning forward in his chair, eye-level with her little triangle of fur. "How did you do it?" Heidi closed her eyes against his gaze, sliding her hand down between her legs and parting her swollen lips with her fingers. Her clit was throbbing, aching to be touched, and she worked it in slow circles, her breath coming faster, knowing he was watching. She heard him gasp when she turned, bending over the desk and moving her other hand over the red, raw skin of her behind, the fingers between her legs still moving around and around between her wet slit. "Mr. Kaiser," she whispered, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation, showing him how she had touched herself in the little bathroom, bent over the counter and rubbing herself raw as she thought about him. She heard the shift of his chair, the sound of his breath. Her fingers moved faster, her nipples grazing the cool surface of the desk as she rocked, her other hand making soft circles over the red, tingling surface of her behind. "Yes, Heidi," he murmured, and she felt his hand, then, smooth over the other rounded globe of her ass cheek. She gasped and moaned, arching as she rolled her hips to meet his massaging hand. "Do you like that?" "Yes, Mr. Kaiser," she whispered, her thighs trembling as he squeezed and gripped her ass. Her fingers were moving in a fast, blurry circle, sending her on a tight upward spiral. His hand came down on the red skin there with a smart SLAP, making her gasp and shiver. She moaned when he did it again and then again, his hand covering a larger area, making the tender spots where the belt had fallen on her ass tingle. He rocked her against the desk with the motion of his hand and she couldn't stand it, her pussy throbbing as he spanked her behind into a fiery red mass of flesh. Arching, she felt his hand fall lower, grazing her lips, and she gasped, spreading her thighs. "Yes," she whispered, feeling his hand slapping her vulva. "Oh god, yes, Mr. Kaiser!" The feel of his fingers smacking against the swollen lips of her pussy was too much, and it sent her shivering over the edge, sailing through the waves of her orgasm as she rolled and bucked against his desk. She moaned and spread and went up on her toes with it, rocking back against the force of the hand still spanking her between the legs. She didn't move, she couldn't. She gasped and panted on his desk, her hot cheek pressed to the blotter, stuck there, her fingers still moving slowly in the sticky mess between her thighs. "Get dressed," he said after a moment and she thought that he was struggling to keep his breathing under control. Standing, she found her clothes on the floor, pulling her shirt back on, then her panties and shorts, using his desk for balance. Her ears were ringing with her orgasm, and her bottom was nothing but heat against the seat of her shorts. "Have a seat, Miss Bauer," he said, nodding toward the chair on the other side of the desk. Heidi was shocked to hear him say her last name, realizing that he must have looked her up—of course he had. She worked for him, after all. Making her way around the desk, she sat down, wincing when her bottom touched the leather. Her pussy was a mash of pulpy, trembling wetness between her thighs and she squeezed her legs together as if to contain it. "As I was saying... before your punishment..." he said, leaning forward in his chair. Heidi looked at the hand hovering over the white envelope and saw that his fingers were glistening. That's me, she thought, staring, fascinated. "I would like you to take these materials home and review them." "Yes, Mr. Kaiser," Heidi agreed, reaching her own still-wet fingers out, brushing his as she took the envelope. He jerked his hand back as if she had burned him, his eyes dark as he looked at her. "Nine a.m., Miss Bauer," he said, standing and reaching under his desk and she heard the sound of the door again, unlocking now. "Don't be late." "Thank you," she murmured, standing and picking up her backpack and starting toward the door. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, looking back at him and adding, "Sir." He nodded, standing now and leaning his palms on his desk as he watched her. "Oh, Heidi," he said as she opened the door. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes questioning. "You've made quite a mess of my blotter. We'll have to deal with that tomorrow." Her breath caught, her ass clenching as she met his eyes. "Yes, sir," she breathed before closing the door behind her. Heidi and The Kaiser Ch. 03 The rain was coming down in sheets and she could barely see through her windshield, even with the wipers on full blast. The parking structure was nearly full and she had to squeeze her Honda into a too-small space, carefully slipping out so as not to chip Mr. BMW's paint job. The walk to the Kaiser building was short, but it didn't matter, because the rain made quick work of her hair and make-up, soaking her to the skin in a matter of moments. Umbrella, Heidi, she admonished herself as she pushed the button for the elevator, wiggling uncomfortably in her rain-soaked attire. She had worn what the dress code requested: a skirt, no lower than 2 inches below the knee, and a blouse and jacket. Pantyhose weren't allowed—stockings were required to be worn with garters, and heels couldn't be lower than three inches high. No pants, pant suits, trousers or jeans allowed. The elevator opened at floor forty-eight and Heidi stepped out, staring at the desk in front of her. My desk. The clock overhead read 8:35 a.m. She had made sure she left with plenty of time to get here. Mr. Kaiser's office door, to the left, was closed and she didn't know if he was in it. She wanted to go exploring down the other hallway, but thought it best to just sit and wait. Stashing her purse under the desk, she took out the signed contract and other information that she would have to turn in to personnel, smoothing the folds out over the surface. There was a computer and a multi-line phone, the usual pens and various office supplies tucked away in the drawers, she noted, and a huge filing cabinet behind her. She puttered the minutes away, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, and was bending a paperclip into shapes when Mr. Kaiser stepped off the elevator. She saw his eyes sweep her, felt the heat of his disapproval, and then his gaze fell to the twisted paperclip in her hands. "I was just... waiting," she said, standing, still holding the bent metal form. She held it up, giving him a little smile as she made it dance. "It's a dog." He nodded, raising his eyebrows. "Delightful. Now, if you're done wasting office supplies, perhaps we can get to work?" He motioned for her to follow him and she did, waiting while he put down his briefcase and hung his umbrella. His suit was impeccable, dry as a bone, and a Jon Green, Heidi noted, her eyes moving over the lines of his broad shoulders. "I forgot an umbrella," she admitted as he sat at his desk. Glancing up at her, he said, "You look like a drowned rat." She flushed, her hand smoothing her hair. "I know, I'm sorry." "You should always be prepared, Heidi," he said, leaning back in his seat, looking over her outfit. "I assume, since you're here, that you have decided to take the job?" "Yes." She nodded, eager, perching on one of the maroon leather, wing-backed chairs. "I brought my paperwork." "Good." It was the first smile of his that she had seen today and it thrilled her, although it was brief. "You'll take it down to personnel later today. Fourth floor. I will take you on a tour of the building myself before lunch, get you acquainted with most of the staff." Heidi looked over her shoulder, noting that he had closed the door. "On this floor... who else is up here?" "No one," he replied, tenting his fingers. "There is a board room down the hall, and several other offices, although they are for training and meeting purposes and are unoccupied most of the time." "We're the only ones up here, then?" she asked, feeling her heart skipping in her chest. He nodded. "I like my privacy." She watched as he leaned forward in his chair, shrugging his shoulders out of his suit coat. He held it up carefully, nodding to her. "Would you hang this up in the wardrobe over there, Heidi?" She came around the desk to retrieve it, letting her fingers linger over his a little longer than normal and the look in his eyes said he noticed. "I like to be comfortable in the office," he explained as she opened the wardrobe door and took out a wooden hanger. "So I keep several changes of clothes here." Noting the myriad colors and fabrics of suits and sweaters hanging in the closet, she slipped the suit coat in on the end, next to a large, thick, grey zippered bag similar to the one she had carried in from his car on that first day. It seemed a million years ago, somehow, but her bottom clenched at the sight of it. "Oh, and those are for you," he told her, leaning forward. "You're a size five, aren't you?" Heidi stared at him. "Yes." "Appearances are important," he said, standing and coming around the desk. "You are the first thing that people will see when they step off that elevator, and I want you to make the best possible first impression you can." He sighed as he fingered the ends of her still-damp, flattened hair. "So, we'll start with the clothes. Take those home with you tonight." "That's... very generous of you." Heidi looked from him to the grey bag, now feeling like a little kid at Christmas, waiting for morning. "No," he replied, and she saw his jaw tighten. "You will have a great deal expected of you here, Heidi. This isn't an easy job, nor is it a free ride. Do you understand that?" "Yes," she said, swallowing and giving him a nod. "Sir." "No." He smiled then, shaking his head, his eyes moving down her damp blouse. "You don't understand... yet... but you will." His cryptic words actually gave her goose bumps and she hugged her arms across her chest, feeling the heat of his big body standing next to hers. He seemed to understand her body language, but he didn't back off. Instead, he moved a little closer, making her tilt her chin way up to meet his eyes. "Let's get you acquainted with some of your job description, shall we?" ***** By four-thirty, Heidi was ready to collapse. She sat in her chair, staring at the computer screen swimming in front of her eyes and rubbing her toes on the carpet. Her heels were under her desk somewhere because her feet were killing her. She hadn't realized how hard it as going to be to keep up with him all day long. It seemed like the man never stopped. Of course, that wasn't entirely true. They had a nice lunch on the top floor, where there was a restaurant that had a view of the entire city. She still had some of her shrimp scampi in the little refrigerator down the hall to eat for a yummy dinner tonight. And he was quiet now, for the most part, doing something in his office, the door slightly ajar. She could hear him humming. She had found herself longing for Ty and Lenny and even the girls throughout the day, just to be out on the beach and in the sunshine. There weren't even any windows here in the reception area—she had to look through Mr. Kaiser's door to see the daylight. It was just the newness of it all, and she was sure that she would get used to it. Considering the job paid three times what her last position did—and apparently came with free designer clothing—she wasn't going to complain. But she wondered about the last secretary, the one he had spoken of. Had she quit? Been fired? Heidi found a black silk scarf tucked way back in the top drawer of her desk that smelled like Chanel No. 5 with the monogram "M" and knew it must be hers. She was sure that there had been something between her and Mr. Kaiser—just from the funny look she got from the woman in personnel when she handed in her paperwork. "Heidi?" he called and she jumped, her heart racing. "Coming, Mr. Kaiser," she answered, slipping her feet back into her heels and making her way toward his office. She stopped in the doorway, seeing him standing by the window, his hands clasped behind his back. "Yes, sir?" He turned his head toward her, but didn't move from the glass. "Ah. There you are. Come in, please. Close the door." Heidi did as she was told, standing between the two wing-backed chairs, waiting. Today had seemed like such a normal office day that she had almost forgotten the events of yesterday and the day before—but her body remembered. Her bottom was tingling and there was a slow heat beginning to spread through her lower belly, just looking at the way he stood, the way his eyes shifted when the door clicked shut behind her. "Syracuse, you said?" he asked, striding toward his desk. "Where did you intern?" She cleared her throat, knowing that he must already know, if he had seen her resume. "I was a wardrobe stylist here in New York for the Tommy Hilfiger Merchandise Coordinator." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Mr. Bourgeois himself." Flushing, she replied, "He's no Kaiser." "No." His eyes flicked up to hers, moving over her face. "I want you to look at these." He nodded toward his desk, where there were long rectangular fabric samples laid out over the surface. Heidi hesitated, looking at him and seeing his nod as she reached her hand out for them. The minute her fingers touched them, she sighed, her eyes brightening as she felt each one, immediately beginning to sort. "What are you doing?" he murmured, watching her, his eyes interested. She looked up, startled. "Oh... just... these over here aren't anywhere near Kaiser quality..." Pulling out three of the samples, she held them up to the light. "Now, these... have promise. The finer weight... these are handmade... and imported, I would guess. Italy?" "Yes," he agreed, smiling. "Tell me something, Heidi... do you weave?" Dropping the fabric, she stammered at him, her face growing brighter. "I... yes... sir... since I was a little girl." "Not so long ago," he murmured, sitting in his chair and leaning back to look at her. "You haven't had an easy life, have you, Miss Bauer?" She didn't answer him, looking down at her hands, clasped in front of her now, the fabric samples forgotten. "Heidi," he reminded her. "I asked you a question." "No, sir," she replied, swallowing. Nodding, he dipped his head, trying to catch her eye, but she refused to look up. "You have a fantastic eye, and from what I've seen of the portfolio you turned in, you are an excellent designer. It puzzles me, why you didn't start in our export house or manufacturing...?" She felt the question in his words but she didn't answer him, and she was grateful he didn't ask her directly. He stood, moving toward her. "Well, we do have a minor disciplinary matter to tend to before we leave today, don't we?" Heidi gasped when he swept the samples onto the floor at their feet. She stared at his desk blotter, seeing how wrinkled it was from her cheek resting against it yesterday. Flushing at the memory, she held her breath, watching him. "It will take you a while to learn the rules," he murmured, carefully pulling the soiled blotter out of the corners one at a time. "I expect that discipline may take up a bit of our time for a while." "I'm not unfair," he went on. "But ignorance is not an excuse. The words, 'I didn't know' mean nothing to me. Compliance is expected and noncompliance will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Kaiser," she replied. He nodded once, his eyes slipping down from her face over the line of her jacket, the curve of her skirt over her hips. "Let's see if you're in compliance with the dress code. Turn around, please." Heidi turned to face his desk, looking over her shoulder at him standing behind her. "Skirt up." She edged it up, revealing her navy blue stockings attached to the garters underneath. He let out a pent-up breath. "Very good, Miss Bauer." Her face blushed with his praise, his reaction. She could almost feel his eyes moving over the rounded curve of her ass, her skirt lifted high. "The panties are a problem," he murmured. He reached around her, opening the top drawer of his desk, taking something out. She didn't see what it was, just saw a flash of silver, but then she felt something cold against her skin and recognized the sharp sound of scissors. "Mr. Kaiser!" she gasped. "Unfortunate," he admitted, holding up her soft, white cotton panties. "Let's avoid that in the future—no panties from now on, Heidi." "Yes, sir." The thought of not wearing panties under her skirts to work made her feel faint. "Put your hands behind your back, please." She did as she was told, wincing he as encircled her wrists with one of his hands. "Stay like that." He wrapped something around her wrists, fabric, tightening his knot and making her bite her lip to try and hide her sharp intake of breath. When he covered her eyes with material, tying the knot behind her head, her stomach rolled over, a heavy thing in her middle. "Turn, please." She turned to face him, disoriented. He reached around her, adjusting something on the desk. She heard the sound of crumpling paper. "I am a bit meticulous in my habits," he explained. "My blotter should be kept clean, no matter what we are doing on my desk, Miss Bauer. That is your responsibility. Do you understand me?" "Yes, sir." "Up onto my blotter, please, Miss Bauer." "Sir?" She didn't know if she had heard him correctly, although she was afraid she had. His voice was clear and firm. "The desk is behind you and the blotter is clean. Keep it unsoiled and unwrinkled, please." It was an impossible task, she thought, blindfolded with her hands bound behind her back? She felt behind her, touching the edge of the blotter. The squeak and creak of his chair as he sat startled her, and she knew he was watching. Putting her hands as far back behind her onto the desk blotter as she could, she arched her back, sliding her bottom up onto the edge. She knew she would wrinkle the blotter page if she slithered backward, and she paused, wondering how to proceed. The sound of his breath reached her ears, slightly heavier than normal. Kicking her right heel off, she twisted, putting her foot up on the edge of the desk, her skirt riding high up to her waist now. Her stocking slipped just slightly on the surface but held. Using the muscle in her thigh and rocking her weight back onto her hands, she lifted her bottom clear of the desk surface, slipping her other heel off and seeking purchase with her other foot on the smooth exterior. "Very good, Miss Bauer," he murmured as she let herself carefully down onto the center of his blotter. Her skirt had managed to slip under her bottom slightly, and she hoped that it would absorb any of her sweat from the effort—she was panting with it. "Stay like that, please," he murmured, and she heard his voice coming toward her, the creak of his chair as he stood. She was completely exposed now with her torn panties gone, sitting propped up on his desk blotter, her feet spread wide on either side, careful to stay off the edge of the paper. She used her fingers splayed behind her to balance her weight. "One of the three fabrics that you chose is tied around your wrists." He was close, she could feel his presence between her legs, but he didn't touch her. "The second is serving as your blindfold." He was unbuckling his belt and Heidi clenched her bottom, biting her lip. Then she heard his zipper ticking down and her pussy fluttered in response. She squeezed her muscles tight, afraid that the evidence of her anticipation would leak out onto the blotter. "The third... is in my hand." He touched her cheek with it, rubbing it there for a moment. Then she felt him running it over the inside of her thigh, above the black lace band of her stocking. "Do you know which one it is, Heidi?" he asked, slipping the fabric over mound, seeking the skin of her other thigh. "The... black... pinstripe..." she whispered, cocking her head at a new sound, a soft shuffling coming from somewhere between her legs. "Yes," he replied with a chuckle. "My textile savant..." "Hold this for me." He pressed the cloth against her lips and she opened them as the fabric filled her mouth. She held it there, now bound, blindfolded and gagged, completely exposed and spread open on his desk. She moaned through the fabric when she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her slit. It was just a tease, back and forth, near her clit but not quite touching. His cock head was spongy soft against her flesh, but when he pressed his weight against her, just slightly, she could feel the hard insistence of him. She found herself wanting him to grab her, plunge deep, and fuck her senseless. She was breathless with wanting it, squirming, her muscles taut and trembling. "You will be careful with my blotter in the future, won't you, Heidi?" She moaned when he did touch her clit with the head, slapping it there, once, twice, a third time, making a wet sound that filled the room. "I asked you a question." Through the fabric, her "Yes, sir," was very muffled. That sound reached her ears again, a slow shuttling, growing faster, and she knew that he was masturbating between her legs. She wanted to see him, but she could feel his eyes on her, even though she was blindfolded. He was looking at her as he pumped his hard cock in his fist, only inches away from her wetness. His breathing was labored, and the sound between her legs began to swell, his hand going so fast that it wasn't rhythmic so much anymore as continuous, a lightning fast hammering between her thighs. Heidi's nostrils flared with her breath that matched his own, her pussy aching as she listened to him masturbating. She moaned through her gag, feeling his pumping hand moving right against her pussy, making a wet sound as he jerked himself against her flesh. He gave a low growl and Heidi gasped and trembled as she felt a sudden flood of spurting, hot fluid exploding against her pussy. She could feel the weight of it on her clit, dribbling slowly down her slit, and she gasped, biting down on the fabric in her mouth as she squeezed her muscles together, willing his cum to stay put, not to slip down further and stain the blotter. She moaned as she felt his cum sliding down past her pussy, toward the crack of her ass. Tilting herself back a little, she hoped that, at the very least, it would simply stain her skirt. He was zipping, doing up his belt buckle—she knew the sounds already. And then the scissors snipped near her wrists, freeing her hands. "You can use your gag to clean up," he murmured, undoing her blindfold. The world seemed incredibly bright, the light through the window blinding. Heidi pulled the fabric quickly out of her mouth, slipping it between her legs to catch the slippery wetness of his cum running down her ass. "Watch the blotter," he warned, turning and striding back to the window. Her hands free now, Heidi rolled carefully off the blotter, hopping to the floor. She looked back at it, fearful, but didn't see any stains. Relieved, she slipped her shoes back on, picking her torn panties up and putting them into her skirt pocket. "It's four-fifty-nine," he said, looking at his watch. It glinted in the sun as he stood at the window. "We're done for the day." "Thank you," she murmured, squeezing her legs together. His cum was sticky between her thighs, the pinstriped fabric, damp with her saliva, now caught between her pussy lips. "Don't forget your bag," he reminded her as she wobbled toward the door. "Thank you," she said again, swerving toward the wardrobe and taking the grey bag out, slinging it over her shoulder. "See you Monday," he said. "Have a good weekend." Her heart lurched. She had forgotten that it was Friday. The elevator opened and Heidi glanced over her shoulder, juggling the grey bag, her purse, and the styrofoam container from lunch, as Mr. Kaiser closed his office door. She saw a glimpse of his shirt sleeve and cufflinks. The minute the elevator doors closed, she pulled her skirt up, finding the slick cloth between her legs and rubbing it hard and fast against her throbbing clit.