She had heard stories about her grandpa's belt as she grew up, it was legendary. Uncle Frank had once let it slip that her mother had been a frequent ...ecipient of the belt and so when Mia had to be punished with the belt, she had decided if her mother could take it, she could too. But the truth was, Mia had never forgotten the sting of the belt and it was an experience she worked very hard to avoid. It wasn't difficult because Mia had always been a very good girl at heart.Mia had also been. Her desk was non-descript mahogany with a dark patina from years of use. She kept it clear and polished it daily, a ritual of hers. Her computer, that sat on top of the polished wood, was an old IBM and even had the green screen from the earlier years of computer technology. She had resisted upgrades, successfully, feeling an affinity with the aged machine that went beyond what could be considered normal.The ‘Techies’ had long given up trying to persuade her that, really, her machine belonged. She walked naked to the package containing the lingerie I had brought for her. I drank in the sight of her body, the soft, smooth creamy flesh and her beautiful young face. She was perfect I thought. I just wanted to give myself up to her, to show her how much I wanted her. She took the black, lacy, hi leg panties out and turning to face me stepped slowly into them and pulled them up. My mouth went dry as I watched her pull her panties over her firm thighs and up over her public mound. The room. Sheila's eyes were unblinking and unashamed as she leaned back in her chair and gazed at me. Like twin moons orbiting an alien world, her eyes peeked over the rim of her brandy glass. Two can play this game; I leaned forward and put my elbows on her desk and rested my head in the palms of my hand, and stared into her eyes."You'll do just fine," Sheila said with a grin as she broke eye contact and took a long, slow sip of her brandy. "You're hired." Uhh, what's my new job?" I sat upright in my.