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Kara’s late. Again. Her supervisor had warned her several times about her punctuality, but she could just never manage to nail down a morning routine. It’s a bad habit that she gained in college, and Kara just couldn’t break it. Her professors never truly cared about her timekeeping because she was easily passing their classes, but now she’s 24 and out in the real world, and it’s just not good enough.
Kara gets to work 30 minutes late and her supervisor tells her that Miss Luthor would like to speak to her. She’s totally screwed. There’s no way that the CEO has anything positive to say about Kara’s recent performance within the company. She’s definitely getting fired.
She contemplates just leaving there and then to spare herself the embarrassment, but Kara actually has a small crush on Lena Luthor and she’s never turned down an opportunity to spend time with her. Maybe Kara can even convince her, woman to woman, to give her one last chance to keep her job. It’s worth a shot.
The walk across the bullpen is brutal. Everyone stares at her, and no-one looks sympathetic at all. Miss Luthor isn’t in her office right now, but one of her assistants informs Kara that she’ll be available in a couple of minutes and guides her to a nearby chair to wait.
Kara’s palms are sweaty and her heart pounds in a much faster rhythm than usual, her gut reminding her that she may have well and truly fucked up. It was a fluke that she got this entry level job at Catco, and she’s furious with herself for screwing up such a massive opportunity. Her roommates will kill her if she loses this job/income.
She’s sitting there for several minutes before the elevator pings and Lena Luthor walks out of it. Kara’s stomach immediately drops as she takes in Lena’s high waisted pants and pressed shirt. She looks good, as usual, and also extremely pissed. Her emerald eyes flash with anger when she looks in Kara’s direction, and Kara is surprised by the silent way in which she ushers her into her office.
“Take a seat, Miss Danvers,” Lena says in a clipped tone as she sits behind her desk. Her gaze never leaves Kara, and she’s instantly 10 times more nervous underneath that stern stare. Lena spends a few moments checking the files in front of her before she lifts her gaze back to her, narrowing her eyes at Kara when she notices she hasn't moved from the doorway. The sharp look she sends her is all that Kara needs, and she rushes to sit down opposite her.
Disappointment oozes from Lena, and Kara immediately feels more ashamed. She always respected Miss Luthor, and Kara hates herself for letting her down. Her eyes drop back down to Kara’s file, her lips pursing as she reads, and Kara realizes she doesn't have a leg to stand on. Lena is going to fire her and she’s just gonna have to deal with that.
“I’m sure you understand why you’re here, Miss Danvers,” Lena says, steepling her hands as she levels her with an intense stare.
“Yes, ma’am,” she murmurs. Kara fidgets with the hem of her shirt, having to force herself to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry.” Lena’s eyebrows raise at her apology, and her lips purse together.
“For that, exactly? For being late 7 times in the last month alone? For being insolent to superiors? For not focusing on your tasks? Or for wasting this opportunity that someone more deserving could have been given?” The questions roll off her tongue, dripping with acid. Kara bows her head, feeling very much like a scolded child. “Please look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Danvers!”
Kara’s head snaps up, wincing at the look Lena is giving her. Lena now seems less furious, but definitely disappointed. Kara doesn’t know what to say. Apologizing again seems redundant and she doesn’t think Miss Luthor will appreciate it.
“When we hired you, we spoke to your professors from NCU,” Lena says. “They all said the same thing. That you were smart and full of potential, but you lacked discipline. You passed your classes easily, despite making minimal effort, but you rarely got to class on time. They also said your attitude was poor, but your essays intrigued me, Miss Danvers. I had hoped you would be worth taking a risk on,” Lena says with a sigh. “So far, you’re not proving me right. You’re in the real world now, and you have to earn your place here.”
“I understand, Miss Luthor,” Kara murmurs, biting her lip as tears start to well in her eyes. “I’ll collect my things.” Kara stands, preparing herself for the inevitable walk of shame towards the exit.
“Sit down, Miss Danvers! I’m not finished,” Lena scolds. Her emerald eyes flash and Kara slams her butt back down onto the seat. “I’m not firing you,” her boss continues. Kara opens her mouth to speak, but is silenced when Lena holds up a pale hand. “I’m going to give you a choice. I want you to listen very carefully and let me finish before you speak. Can you do that?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kara’s heart pounds. She had been convinced that Lena would fire her, and she’s weirdly more nervous now that she knows that isn’t happening.
“I can see the potential you have, Miss Danvers. I believe that, with some guidance and discipline, you can go extremely far within this company. If you stay, I will personally help you improve your work ethic. You will move to one of the desks just outside of my office so I can keep an eye on you. You will answer directly to me and I’ll deal with any, and all, infractions personally.
Lena pauses, watching Kara carefully. Kara swallows thickly, not daring to speak until she is asked to do so. Her mind races, thinking of all of the ways Miss Luthor could deal with her infractions, her brain honing in on the most taboo option. The CEO isn’t hinting at what Kara thinks she is, right?”
“Or,” Lena continues, “I will call security and they will escort you from my building,” she says with a pointed look. “I will, of course, provide a reference which will only highlight the more positive aspects of your time here. I won’t make it harder for you to find a new job.” Lena pauses, silently appraising Kara for a short moment. “Do you have any questions, Kara?” she asks, surprising her with the use of her first name.
Kara opens her mouth, but no words seem to come out. She really wasn’t prepared for this. Kara thought she would cry, or beg Lena for another chance. She didn’t think her boss would offer any other kind of way out of this mess. Lena leans back in her chair, eyeing Kara curiously during her internal discussion.
“What do…” Kara stutters and stops, forcing herself to take a deep breath before continuing. “You said you’d deal with infractions personally. How would you do that?” she asks, noticing that Lena smiles slightly at the question.
“How would I deal with you?” Lena clarifies, waiting for Kara to nod. “Well, your punishment would depend on the circumstances,” she vaguely says. Kara can tell Lena is protecting herself, unwilling to reveal too much until she has a better idea of how Kara feels. “Please do not misconstrue this, Kara. I would never do anything to you without your consent.”
“Okay,” Kara nods. She chews on her bottom lip for a moment, watching Lena and searching for clues. Lena doesn’t give anything away. “I don’t want to lose this job, ma’am, but I don’t know what I’m agreeing to yet.” Kara sounds much more confident than she feels, but she needs the clarification. “If I agree to the first option, what will happen?”
Lena smiles ruefully, one eyebrow lifting.
“If you agree, I will call downstairs and inform security that they are no longer required,” Lena states. “Then, I will bend you across my desk and spank some sense into your behind.”
Kara freezes, her jaw comically dropping open. Lena actually said that, right? Kara isn’t imagining it. She’d be lying to herself if she said that she didn’t have those kinds of thoughts about her boss, but Kara never believed any of them would come to fruition.
“Like I said, Kara, it is entirely your decision. Nothing will happen without your consent,” Lena assures her. “I do think you need some rules in your life and someone to hold you accountable. I could be that person.”
Kara is silent for a few moments, and Lena patiently allows her the time she needs to come to a decision. Kara can’t even imagine how embarrassing it would be to have her boss spank her, and yet she can feel her underwear dampening the more she thinks about it. Kara blushes, desperately hoping that Lena can’t notice that she’s turned on.
She wants to say yes. She can always change her mind if the arrangement isn’t working out, but Kara figures it’s at least worth a shot.
“I uh… I agree to the first option, ma’am.”
Lena smiles at Kara, clearly impressed with her decision. She stands and strides across her office, and the loud click of the door locking makes Kara’s stomach lurch. She watches as Lena comes back to the desk and presses down on the intercom, informing security that the situation is in hand and they are no longer required. She then moves to stand behind Kara, gently grasping her arm and urging Kara to her feet.
“Are you sure about this, Miss Danvers?” Lena asks, staring deep into baby blue eyes. “This will hurt and I will not hesitate to do it again if I deem it necessary.” Kara swallows, her mouth suddenly dryer than the Sahara.
“I’m sure,” Kara whispers, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. So loud that Kara is fearful that Lena may hear it.
“Very well,” Lena nods. Her hands reach for the button on Kara’s slacks. Kara’s pretty sure she’s going to drop dead from sheer humiliation as they’re lowered to her knees. Thank Goodness she’s wearing nice underwear today.
Lena guides Kara towards the desk and bends her across it, seemingly gifting Kara the small mercy of keeping her underwear in place. Lena’s hand is warm on her lower back as she holds Kara in place, rubbing ever so slightly in an attempt to calm the shivering rookie journalist over her desk.
Kara isn’t expecting the first smack and she hears it before she truly feels it. The second rocks her forward as it lands on her upturned bottom, Lena’s hand landing again before Kara can even cry out. Her boss doesn’t say a word to her, the punishing rhythm of her hand the only sound in the room.
Kara’s whimpers soon join it, warmth beginning to spread across her cheeks - a small fire building beneath Lena’s stern hand.
She’s soon crying out after each spank, her hands balling into fists as Kara forces herself not to reach back in an attempt to protect herself. It doesn’t take long for Kara to begin sobbing, both from pain and guilt. Her bottom cheeks jiggle from the force of Lena’s spanks and, despite the burning, Kara can feel her center throbbing with each firm connection.
Her underwear is definitely ruined. Kara can feel the soft crotch sticking to her wet cunt and she longs for friction. In her fantasies, Lena’s hand would drift lower and spart her sticky folds, fingering her as she punishes, but this is purely punishment.
Her panties are tugged upwards and pulled taut, revealing more of her pink skin and Lena’s hand on her bare ass is like molten lava. Kara can’t believe just how much protection her thin underwear had offered her. The soaked material of her underwear is tight against her clit, but Kara dare not move. She can’t even imagine what Lena would do to her if she were to be caught getting herself off.
Specific attention to her sit-spots causes Kara to drop forward, sobbing bonelessly over the CEO’s desk. Lena stops as soon as she witnesses the remorse, and the hand that made Kara cry is soon rubbing her back.
“You took your punishment very well, Kara,” Lena soothes her. “I’m very proud of you.” Kara continues to cry as she is comforted, the embarrassment long gone as she laps up all of Lena’s soft attention. Lena even pulls her slacks back into place for her, sure fingers clasping them closed. “Is this something you wish to continue going forward?” Lena asks, gentle hands helping Kara up from the desk.
Kara sniffles, reaching back to rub her butt and pouting when Lena catches her wrist with a shake of her head. Message received: no rubbing. Lena shoots her an expectant look and Kara realizes she’s still waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” Kara murmurs, suddenly shy.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Lena nods. “I expect you to be here at 9am tomorrow morning. We have a lot to discuss and I expect you to be here on time,” Lena says, her voice taking on a stern edge. “I’d hate to have to punish you again so soon…” The threat is left dangling in the air between them. Kara swallows thickly, nodding.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lena studies her for a long moment, emerald eyes narrowed into slits. It’s like she’s trying to read Kara’s thoughts, and she sincerely hopes that she can’t - there’s nothing PG going on inside Kara’s mind right now. She’s going to be uncomfortable all day until she can rush home and have a little one-on-one time with her vibrator.
“Very well. Collect your things from your desk and I’ll have my assistant show you to your new one.” Kara realizes then that Lena had known she would say yes to this arrangement all along. It makes her heart skip a beat and do a funny little dance inside her chest. “Now, Kara,” Lena states, one eyebrow lifting dangerously.
“Yes, ma’am! Thank you!” Kara rushes to the office door and unlocks it, pausing and looking back when Lena calls out to her.
“I mean it, Kara. 9am sharp! Do not be late.”