The Crimson Hide. (A Spanking Novel)

Chapter 14: A Spanking From Jakobe

There was a rather long pause in between Jakobe's last words. Isabella finally finding the courage she needed to actually speak. "Excuse me, can you maybe repeat that?" Her voice was so quiet that not even she could truly hear it herself, or rather the pounding sound coming from her heart, and her head was blocking out what he had just said.

"I told you, that I am gonna give you a spanking." Jakobe explained as he stood up from his chair. "You have until I get back from putting my jacket on a hook to decide, if you want it with my hand or my paddle." Isabella watched as the man began to walk towards a series of hooks that held four other suit jackets. One black, one brown, and one cream color.

"W-Why, though?"

Jakobe took off his suit jacket, exposing a clean white shirt underneath. Her heart only raced faster as the man slowly hung up his jacket, and then began to roll up his sleeves. "Because you are not telling me the entire truth of what happened tonight. Cause I can see that your reasons for not wanting help tonight is not just based on being the new girl or not wanting to drag down your co-workers. For whatever that you are not willing to share, you were heavily overpouring tonight which is more dangerous for our customers. You were rude not only to our guests but also to co-workers that only wanted to help you. If I had not stepped in when I did, things would have gotten out of hand much worse." He set his hand back on his cane, and began to hobble back over to her. "If you would have been honest with me, then you would have probably left without any trouble whatsoever."

"I-I said it wasn't gonna happen again." Isabella tried as she followed the man with her eyes until he was sitting back in front of her.

"I know, and I am gonna make sure that it doesn't happen. Cause as far as I am concerned one of two things happened tonight, Isabella Shields." Jakobe opened his desk drawer. Isabella's eyes moved from her tall handsome boss, to the paddle he retrieved from his desk. It was not like Mrs. Carters or Mrs. Simmons, his looked a lot thicker, made of darker brown wood. A simple object, that might be having a long conversation with her backside any minute now. "Either A there is something that stopped you from asking for help which is a much easier thing to handle. Something that I would tell Mrs. Simmons to let slide tonight, and that I would pay out whatever you overpoured tonight. Or B, you let your ego get in the way of asking for some help, which is why we are currently here today. Cause I don't let ego's get in the way of business. If you are too prideful to ask for help then that will just make everyone's life here a lot harder, no one can do it alone. We all know that."

"It has nothing to do with ego," Isabella explained, finding herself squirming lightly in her seat now. "I promise you that it has nothing to do with any ego, I don't have much of an ego left anymore. Please believe that."

"Then I will give you one more chance, Isabella." His eyes went from those stern lionlike gaze, to those soft and calm seas of brown that everyone seemed to love. "What is going on, so we can help you not do this again."

Isabella tried her hardest to look in the man's eyes, her hardest to try and shatter through those barriers that had kept her for the longest time from asking for help. To try and explain how she felt for years, but in order to do that it would mean summoning strength that after two years of pure failure, and three years of lying about that failure. She just didn't have that strength anymore. So instead she turned her gaze down onto his desk once more. "I am sorry, it won't happen again."

"I see, then let me ask you once more, Isabella Shields." Her face lit up like a Christmas Tree he asked once more. "Hand or paddle, your choice. Paddle will be 24 swats, my hand will be longer, your choice."

Isabella folded her hands together trying to calm her shaking down just a bit. Entire body felt so warm she thought her blood had been replaced with lava, her heart kept that thunderous beat going on and on. The thought of getting the spanking she had secretly been plotting to get one day over taking her. Here she was a 25 year old girl being given a choice between a hand spanking or a paddling. "Hand..." she finally whispered out. "I will take your hand."