Obeying Daddy
By
Kelly Dawson
Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Kelly Dawson
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Dawson, Kelly
Obeying Daddy
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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Chapter One
“Damn, he’s cute!” Jilly Watson stage-whispered across the small lunchroom to her work colleague, Vanessa. The two women were the only females under thirty in the entire law firm and spent their days surrounded by old fuddy-duddies who wouldn’t recognise a stud if they fell over one and it turned around and kicked them.
“I thought you’d sworn off men?” Vanessa asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
“I have,” Jilly confirmed. “But I can still look, can’t I? There’s no harm in looking.”
“No, guess not.”
The lively younger women were a far cry from their stuffy older legal secretary colleagues who’d spent so long working for formal old poncy lawyers they’d forgotten how to bend the rules, push the limits, and break out of routine. The older women were exceptionally good at their jobs, handling the heavy workload easily, and were very professional, but Jilly had struggled to warm to them. And the older ladies firmly believed that there was absolutely no place at all in a law office environment for gossiping, wasting time, tardiness, or ogling the man-candy.
Not that there’d been much man-candy to look at. Until recently, the law firm had been made up solely of the older male partners—men in their late fifties who had been lawyers forever. The young man who came on board just last month had been the talk of the office. Well, the talk of Jilly and Vanessa, anyway. The older secretaries treated the younger man much as they did the older ones—with respectful politeness.
Talk was the young man was the son of one of the partners, although nobody seemed to be certain which partner, exactly. Nor were they certain what role this young man was going to be filling. Was one of the partners retiring? Was the firm expanding? Or had the younger man been brought in simply to break up the monotony of ‘The Establishment’ as Jilly and Vanessa called it?
This legal office was one of the biggest in Auckland, and the lawyers themselves were highly respected corporate and criminal lawyers, but they were snobs. All of them. This office was for the elite. For ensuring smooth completions of million-dollar business transactions. Defending billionaire businessmen and their dodgy dealings. Conveyancing happened here. Property deals. Protecting investments. Suing businesses. Legal wrangling that Jilly couldn’t even begin to understand. She hadn’t been on the job long enough to understand in any detail exactly what these great legal minds did. She was the office junior and mostly filed piles of papers, did photocopying, and typed up invoices, letters, and contracts.
But there was certainly no legal aid here, no defending the poorer side of society. There was no money in that. Or maybe it was about appearances. Maybe a millionaire businessman criminal was different to the standard run-of-the-mill criminal? A better calibre of criminal, perhaps? Or maybe less guilty by virtue of their success? More deserving of leniency because of their wealth? Jilly didn’t know. But she did know that this office didn’t defend people living on park benches.
Vanessa nodded. “He’s definitely cute,” she agreed, coming closer so she didn’t have to whisper as loudly. “Still haven’t figured out what he’s doing here, though. He doesn’t look posh enough to defend the types that come here. Look, his tie is askew, his cufflinks aren’t studded with diamonds, and I’m sure his suit is from Hallensteins. That’s definitely not an Armani suit he’s wearing.”
“But hot damn! He wears it well,” Jilly said. “Look at the way those pants cling to his hips and how huge his shoulders are under that jacket.”
The man in question finished the conversation he was having out in the hallway and entered the lunchroom, glancing at the big gold watch he wore at his wrist.
“I believe lunchbreak is over, ladies,” he rumbled in a deep, authoritative voice. “Janice is on the warpath,” he warned. “You’d best get back to work.”
Jilly groaned. Janice had been here since the beginning, and although she had no authority over anybody officially, she was the big boss’ favourite, having been a loyal staff member for so long, so she held a lot of sway. She’d used her influence to get the last staff member fired—the woman Jilly herself had replaced.
Vanessa thrust out her chest and struck up a flirtatious pose, leaning sexily against the water cooler, but Jilly didn’t. She needed this job. She couldn’t afford to make any trouble for herself. So she put her head down and did her best to hide the fact that the baritone voice had done wicked things to her insides. “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, scurrying back to her desk.
For the rest of the afternoon, Jilly worked her way through the huge pile of filing on her desk. As the youngest, and the newest to the job, she got dumped with all the menial tasks, but the salary here was still better than anything she could make elsewhere, and with it, she could actually afford a decent place to live, proper childcare, and clothes for her daughter. She didn’t have to scrimp and save anymore, or try to somehow stretch every dollar into five. She was making enough to live on, for the first time ever, and she wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardise that. Even if it meant sucking up to Janice and following all the rules.
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