She was so mad that she started to shake. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’d like to apologize for my behavior.”
I closed the book, got up, looked her in the eyes, and said, “Apology will tentatively be accepted when given.”
She worked her mouth into different expressions. She finally said, “Very well.” She reached her hand out in a handshake. I stared at it for nearly a minute and shook it once. It had some lotion on it. I still wasn’t sure if I won that battle or not. “Please follow me into my lab. I have something to show you related to your questioning.” She turned and started to walk.
I stood fast. “Tell me now.”
She froze, turned, and said, “It’s more data on the variant. Because of security reasons I can only reveal so much.”
I wasn’t convinced.
“Among other things it was supposed to be an endurance enhancer. If you want more, follow me. If not, please leave.”
I hesitated, then started to leave.
She blurted out, “Your boss called and reminded me of my contractual obligations.”
I followed her through the second door into a small chamber. It was more like a large closet. Towels hung on one side and a sink on the other. She stepped up to the sink and washed her hands. As she was drying them she thought for a second and said, “Sorry, old habits. It had nothing to do with the handshake. You probably should wash yours as well.”
I did, but I started to feel warm. I looked over to Reanders. She was slowly drying her hands. My eyesight started to narrow. Reanders leand in close and said, “Miss. Bechard, you are not looking well. Is something the matter?”
I turned to choke her skinny little neck but couldn’t hold onto the right one. A few seconds later I blacked out. ‘I’m spanking your ass the first chance I get,’ was my last thought.
I woke up in the middle of being tied to an old wooden chair. There were several men in lab coats standing around holding clipboards. Another two had just finished tying my waist to the chair. Amateurs. Not one could tie a decent knot.
Reanders had her back to me working at a nearby desk.
I surprised the two men and knocked their heads together. The other three froze. I flexed hard, grabbed the top few rope turns and lifted. The entire wrap became slack. I reached out and grabbed Reanders by her bun.
She yelped “What the . . . “
I spun her around and gave her several hard slaps to the face. Then I lift her lab coat over her head and bent her over my knee. She dropped easily into place. In one motion I pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and spanked hard. Her ass was very soft and smooth. Immediately her cheeks turned red. She now had a dozen hand prints on both cheeks. I briefly enjoyed the view and I was about to give her another dozen when strong arms grabbed me.
Guy said, “I can’t believe you let her do that to the Doctor.”
Reanders tumbled off my knees and heavily landed on the floor.
She got up embarrassed. Her face cheeks were just as red as her butt cheeks. She slapped me as hard as she could.
I laughed. “Dorothy, you spend too much time in the lab and on your knees. The gym I say. The gym.”
She hit me harder. I felt that one.
I said, “Better. Don’t stop at the face. Follow through.”
She did and the slap stung. She did it several more times then she held her hand and rubbed the center of her palm with the other hand.
“Not used to beating people up, I see.”
“Will someone shut this bitch up?”
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