The Boss Lady
by M.C.
A tough woman CEO has to teach a macho, chauvanistic salesman a lesson in humility.


Hillary Pressman pulled her fancy Mercedes Benz convertable (Class-SL600) up
to the block of apartments and turned off the ignition. After double-checking
to see she was at the correct address, the attractive brunette got out of the
car and began making her way to apartment number 27. She had been meaning to
deal with this problem for some time now, but with all the hassles of merging
her corporation with another, the 45 year-old Chief Executive Officer (CEO)
simply didn't have the time to take on another task. But with the merger
completely behind her, Hillery now had the time to 'take the bull by the
horns' so to speak. She boldly walked up to the door of apartment 27 and rang
the bell.

"Who is it?" a male voice asked over the intercom.

"It's me Mr. Warren, Hillary." She paused for a moment before adding in a
strong, firm tone, "you and I need to have a serious talk!"

After a delay of several minutes (a delay which Hillary knew was intentional)
the door to the luxury apartment finally opened and she found herself standing
face-to-face with the large, powerfully built form of Daniel Warren - one of
the most successful salesman in her firm."Yes Ms. Pressman," the six foot-two
inch, 225 pound ex-college football star said as he stared down at the five
foot-eight inch, 150 pound woman,"and what can I do for you on this beautiful
Tuesday evening?"

Hillary knew he was trying to intimidate her, in fact this is what she
expected him to do. In her more than twenty years of experience in the
business world, she understood very well how macho men react whenever they
feel threatened, but she was quite prepared to deal with it. Staring straight
back at him, without showing the slightest trace of fear, the intrepid
brunette said,"I think it would be much more appropriate if we had this
discussion inside Mr. Warren, things might get a bit...well, heated." Daniel
stood still for a moment before slowly moving to the side, allowing her to
enter. He led her into to a spacious room and pointed to the sofa where
Hillary sat down.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked as politely as he could (even though Daniel
had a pretty good idea as to why his boss was paying him this private visit at
his home, he still felt it was necessary to at least try and play the gracious
host to the woman who was running the company he worked for).

"A glass of dry red wine if you happen to have one," Hillary replied with
equal politeness. Both of them knew this meeting would not be a cordial one;
but etiquette dictated that they start out on a note of civility. Daniel went
to fill her request. While he was gone, Hillary took a look around the room.
Her attention was immediately drawn to the large trophy case in which were
housed a very impressive collection of golden figures. Football, baseball,
golf, tennis, bowling - all testaments to Daniel's glorious athletic career in
high school, college and the various clubs he participated in; he was clearly
quite the athlete. But the thophy that really caught Hillary's eye was one
that read, 'City Martial Arts Champion - Open Division'. When Hillary she saw
it she smiled to herself.

"One glass of dry red wine," Daniel said upon his return - he also had a beer
in his other hand. Daniel placed the decanter on the table in front of his
employer and took a long gulp of the Budweiser. "Now Ms. Boss Lady, to what do
I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?"

Before answering him Hillary took a sip from the wine glass. It was good, not
great but good. Either Daniel knows his wines or this was an unopened
Christmas present. "I'll get straight to the point Mr. Warren," she began in a
serious tone of voice,"it's been brought to my attention that for some time
now you've been behaving badly towards the female employees of my firm - and
that's putting it mildly. You're very abusive to your secretary and I've had
many complaints from other women about the manners and language you use around
them. Even the women who work at the Starbucks in the downstairs lobby say
you're a royal pain in the ass. Let me remind you Mr. Warner, you work for my
corporation, leave those manners in the men's locker room of whatever gym or
country club you happen to be affiliated with. So let me be perfecty clear
about this: I came here this evening to tell you that this behavior of yours
will stop immediately...or else!"

Daniel drained the last of his budweiser and smiled down at the much smaller
woman sitting in front of him. He knew he was one of the best - if not *the*
best - salesmen she had in her entire corporation and thus would be very
difficult to replace; especially now after the merger because the shareholders
will surely be expecting a jump in their profits. Confident of his standing,
the large, well built man replied in as arrogant a tone as he could,"or else
what Boss Lady?" Smiling smugly, he then crushed the can of beer in his hand
and placed it down on the coffee table directly in front of his guest.

The symbolism of his crude gesture wasn't lost on Hillary. Daniel had thrown
down the gauntlet, and it was now up to her to decide whether to or not to
accept it."Men," she thought to herself and sighed,"they're so easy to trap.
Sometimes it just doesn't seem fair."

Hillary calmly took another sip of her wine and replied,"or else I'm going to
kick your pompous, chauvanistic ass all over this room." She then rose from
the sofa, took off her shoes and slowly began to removed her business suit. As
a surprised Daniel watched the 45 year-old woman strip down to her
undergarments, he couldn't help but notice how muscular and fit she appeared
to be. Although he had worked in her firm for over a year now, Daniel never
imagined his boss looking like this underneath her business suits; she always
seemed so prim and proper. But as he gazed upon Hillary's muscular arms and
legs, it was obvious that this was a woman who spent some serious time in a
weight room.

After stripping down to just her bra and panties, Hillary stood up and faced
her stunned employee. When she saw the surprised look he had on his face, the
beautiful brunette began to laugh. "Not bad for a 45 year-old woman eh?" Then
she added in a much more serious tone,"now Mr. Macho Man, are you going to
change your attitude towards your female co-workers, or do I have to change it
for you?"

Though initially taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, Daniel
recovered enough to get an appraisal of the strange situation he suddenly
found himself in (he wasn't one of the top salesmen in Hillary's firm for
nothing). Here he was, a strong, extremely fit and athletic 38 year-old man
being challenged to a fight inside his home by none other than his boss - a 45
year-old woman who stood six inches shorter and was 75 pounds lighter than he.
She was standing before him in nothing but her panties and bra; smiling up at
him with her hands on her hips. This had to be some kind of joke; or was it?
"So what's it gonna be macho man?" Hillary continued,"are you going to be a
good boy and behave yourself from now on, or do I have to give you a good ass
kicking?"

Hillary knew she was baiting Daniel...and it excited her. Not only did she
want to punish him for the abusive attitude he had towards women, she also
felt he needed to be taken down a few notches. But there was something even
more than that at play here, something deep within her own soul - Hillary
hadn't kicked any serious butt since...well, since her college days; and she
missed it. Because physical beatings are frowned upon in the business world,
Hillary had to find other ways of grounding her macho male competition into
the dust. She did, and that was one of the main reasons for her rapid rise up
the corporate ladder.

But truth be known, Hillary missed the days when she could dish out a good
beating to a pompous jock or an overzealous date. Even after twenty years of
success in business, nothing really ever matched the feeling she had that
night when she pounded Jeff Richards - the heavyweight wrestler of her
university's wrestling team - to a pulp and made him her love-slave for the
rest of that semester. Damn, why did he transfer to an out-of-state university
the next year? Fucking coward!

Hillary stopped reflecting on the past and turned her attention to the
*problem* standing before her. It was obvious that Daniel was uncertain as to
the course of action he should take. Should he accept her challenge and fight?
Not only was Hillary his boss, but she was also a smaller and weaker (well,
physically at least) woman. The sexy brunette decided to help him with his
indecision.

"WHAM!" Hillary slammed her right foot against the side of Daniel's face.
"POW!" she followed that with a solid punch into his stomach and then "SLAM!"
sent another kick to his jaw. Although she was pulling her punches, her blows
still had enough power to send the surprised Daniel reeling backwards. He fell
over the sofa and found himself lying flat on his back...floored by a 45
year-old woman. "What's the matter big boy?" Hillary teased,"is the old boss
lady too tough for you? Tee, hee, hee."

Stunned but unhurt, Daniel took a few moments to come to terms with what had
just transpired. How could he, a former college football star and martial arts
champion, have been decked so easily by a much smaller, 45 year-old
woman?...who was now standing over him and giggling!

"Gee, I guess you're not as tough as you thought you were Danny-boy." Hillary
added, then calmly walked over to where she had placed her glass of wine and
took another sip.

"Why you bitch!" Daniel roared as he got to his feet. "I'll kill you for
that!"

"Then come and get me tough guy," Hillary smiled. She put down her wine glass
and assumed a martial arts stance."I'm not going anywhere until this *issue*
is settled."

The 225 pound man and the 150 pound woman met in the center of the large room.
Furious now, Daniel no longer cared that he was fighting against a much
smaller female who was seven years his senior and who also happened to be the
CEO of the company he worked for. All he cared about now was vengence for his
wounded pride. After all, what right did she have to come into his home and
dictate to him how he should behave? Who the hell is she anyway? Just some
pompous, feministic workaholic who probably scared off every man she ever met.
Well Boss Lady, the gloves are off now; it's time somebody finally put you in
your place.

Though it had been years since he had done any serious training in martial
arts, Daniel began to throw thrusts and kicks at his smaller opponent;
thinking - as most men do - that his superior size and strength would be
enough for him to prevail. Hillary for her part seemed content to let him and
fought on the defensive. Holding black belts in both Tae Kwon Do and Ju-Jitsu
(and making a point of working out in her dojo whenever time permits) the
amazingly quick woman easily blocked or avoided Daniel's blows. Every so often
he would leave himself open, whereupon Hillary would strike back - taking care
not to inflict too much damage (amazing as it seems, the 150 pound woman was
actually taking it easy against her 225 pound male opponent, least she hurt
him too much).

"Stand still you bitch!" Daniel hollared after missing his elusive prey for
the umpteenth time.

"And let you hit me Danny-Boy, what's the advantage of that?" Hillary replied
with a smile."WHAM!" she then slammed her board-breaking right foot deep into
Daniel's stomach which she quickly followed by "CRACK!" a solid punch to his
jaw. "You seem to be a little bit out of shape there honeybunch," the
beautiful brunette teased,"that's what you get for spending all your free time
with bimbos instead of a *real* women. "SLAM" Hillary's left foot sent Daniel
back to the carpet again. "I'd be spending more time in a gym or dojo if I
were you," she laughed as she took another sip of wine,"it's probably
healthier in the long run."

Daniel slowly got up to his hands and knees, his head spinning from Hillary's
punches and kicks. The large, athletic and proud man couldn't believe he was
getting his ass whipped by this 45 year- old woman. Hillary was quicker, more
skilled and much more confident than he was - in short, he was getting beaten
up by his sexy boss. "What's the matter macho man? Is the old lady too tough
for you?" she teased.

Hillary returned to her glass of wine and finished it. "This is really good
wine Danny, I think I'll have another glass if you don't mind...or even if you
do." As she walked past him on her way to his kitchen, Hillary grabbed Daniel
(who was still on his hands and knees) firmly by his hand and, with an
excellent Ju-Jitsu throw, slammed him back down onto the floor again. "Rest up
sweetie pie," she giggled," I'll be back as soon as I fill up my wine glass
and we can continue this *discussion* of ours."

When she returned, Hillary had the glass in one hand and the wine bottle in
the other. Daniel had nearly gotten to his feet but unfortunately for him,
"WHAM!" a hard kick underneath his jaw and he was on his back again. She then
filled up her glass and took a few more sips."Gee, drinking wine on an empty
stomach sure makes me feel tipsy; tee, hee, hee. Come on now Danny-boy, get
up; I'm not through with you yet."

By now Daniel's face looked like it had been put through a meat grinder. He
was bleeding from the nose and mouth, had at least one black eye and probably
a dozen welts and bruises over various parts of his body. Every time he tried
to get up Hillary would smack him down again. Never in all his 38 years had
the tough, strong six foot-two inch, 225 pound man recieved a beating like the
one his beautiful, 45 year-old boss was giving him now. And every time she
would flatten him, Hillary would calmly take another sip (well, a gulp
actually) of wine.

"POW!" one final kick to Daniel's badly swollen face and the large man went
down for the count (he didn't even make an attempt to get up this time). The
victorious woman then grabbed the wine bottle and sat down on his chest."Yes
(hic) this is very good wine Danny," Hillary said as polished off the last of
it."Or should I say *was*." More than a bit tipsy now, Hillary reached over
and playfully pinched Daniel's bloody nose."Now you naughty, naughty boy
(burp), I think a good spanking is in order."

"Please," the battered man pleaded," please don't Hillary. You've won, you've
beaten me. I'm sorry. Don't humiliate me any more. I won't bother any of the
women again, I promise. But please don't spank me."

Clearly showing the signs of intoxication, the tough, serious businesswoman
began acting like a little girl with a plaything."Oh Danny, Danny Danny,
you're so cute when you're humble. But I'm sorry. You called me a bitch -
several times in fact - and for that mommy need to punish you." Hillary
reached over, grabbed the pathetic, helpless man firmly by the hair and yanked
him to his feet. She then dragged him over to the sofa and sat down. Knowing
full well that whatever resistance he might have had had been beaten out of
him, the powerful woman tossed the large man across her knees and pulled down
his pants and boxer shorts. "This is what you get for being a naughty boy
Danny," she giggled as she began to spank his buttocks hard with her strong
right hand. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!... and within two minutes, Hillary had
the tough, macho salesman crying like a baby.

The beautiful woman might have been content to let the matter rest there, had
she not consumed an entire bottle of red wine on an empty stomach. But doing
so awakened certain passions within her, passions that she had kept supressed
for a long time. Here, right before her, was a large, strong and (she had to
admit) very handsome man who was now totally under her control. After
dominiating him both physically with a severe beating, and mentally with a
spanking, Daniel was now hers to do with as she pleased. Hillary knew his
masculine pride would prevent him from ever telling anyone about what she did
to him - after all, how could this proud, tough man ever admit to having been
beaten up and spanked by a 45 year-old woman? He was hers for the taking. The
question was, what should she do with him now?

Hillary thought back to Jeff Richards again - university heavyweight wrestler
who tried to take advantage of her on a date oh so many years ago. She smiled
as she recalled the beating she gave him and how, in tears, he begged for
mercy. And how she then made him her love-slave for the rest of the semester.
Looking down at the sobbing man lying across her knees again, Hillary began to
get erotic feelings... very erotic feelings; in fact her body was literally
tingling all over. "Danny," Hillary cooed softly,"you and I need to have a
talk; so please get up."

After the humiliated man got to his feet, Hillary rose and looked up at him.
Still dressed only in her panties and bra she smiled and said,"there's going
to be a slight change in our relationship from now on Mr. Warren."

"Wha...what do you mean?" he asked; shaking uncontrollably.

The powerful woman bent over and lifted the 225 pound man over her shoulder.
Then, seemingly without effort, she carried him into his bedroom (making a
detour to the kitchen along the way to get another bottle of red wine).
Hillary entered his bedroom and tossed her *package* onto the bed. She then
opened the wine bottle and - dispensing with the glass - took a few more gulps
straight from the bottle."You'd better be completely naked by the time I get
my bra and panties off you gorgeous hunk you," she teased and added with a
giggle,"unless you want another spanking that is," (needless to say he
didn't). After a few more gulps of wine, the super boss lady stripped off the
rest of her garments and leaped on top of her new love-slave. "This is what I
meant Danny..."

Epilogue: The Following Morning.

The large, well built (but badly beaten) man walked into the office of his
boss with his head down. "Why so glum Mr. Warren?" the beautiful, long-haired
brunette asked,"had a rough night?" (wink)

"As a matter of fact I did," he replied somberly, still looking down at the
floor,"a *very* rough night."

"Well get used to it honeybunch, because that was just the first of many...and
I mean *MANY*. Now, have you done everything I you to do?"

"Yes. I apologised to my secretary and all the women on this floor who might
have overheard the chauvanistic things I said and promised to behave myself
from now on. And I also apologised to the girls down at the Starbucks."

"Women Danny, we're called women."

"Yes, the women down at the Starbucks."

"That's a good boy Danny," Hillary said with a smile, (although she already
knew he had done this, Hillary still wanted to hear it directly from him; call
it another lesson in humility). The powerful CEO got up from behind her desk
and walked over to where Daniel stood. She gave him a soft kiss on his badly
swollen lips. "And have you started on the *other* project I gave you to do,
sweetie pie?"

"Not yet Ms. Pressman. I'll get to it just as soon as I can...I promise."

"Well you'd better get a move on honeybunch. I've told the movers to be
outside your apartment at 3 p.m. this afternoon. So please be sure that
whatever you want to have transfered over to my home will be ready by then.
And by-the-way, from now on it's Hillary - at least when you and I are alone
together in private."

"And what should I call you in public, Ms. Press...err Hillary?"

"In public I want you to address me the way you always used to...behind my
back (wink); I think that would be appropriate. You'll address me the way you
finally had the courage to say directly to my face only yesterday evening.
You'll address me for what I am, and what for you I always will be for the
rest of our lives. You'll address me as BOSS LADY!"