{"id":106,"date":"2009-12-21T01:05:50","date_gmt":"2009-12-21T05:05:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/selenakitt.com\/blog\/?p=106"},"modified":"2009-12-21T01:05:50","modified_gmt":"2009-12-21T05:05:50","slug":"new-release-heidi-and-the-kaiser","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/selenakitt.com\/new-release-heidi-and-the-kaiser\/","title":{"rendered":"NEW RELEASE: Heidi and the Kaiser"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"heidiandthekaiser\"<\/a><\/p>\n

HEIDI AND THE KAISER<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

by Selena Kitt
\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong>Length: Novella<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Heat Level: eXcess 3<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Price: $4.99<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

BDSM\/ROMANCE<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mousy little Heidi is a wanna-be designer who works as nothing more than a glorified go-fer for one of the largest and most well-known companies in the world of fashion. When she accidentally stains CEO Warren Kaiser\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pants, she gets two things she didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t expect\u00e2\u20ac\u201da spanking\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6and a job. Kaiser hires her as his assistant, and her \u00e2\u20ac\u0153training\u00e2\u20ac\u009d proves to be quite a test of surrender.<\/strong><\/p>\n

EXCERPT:<\/em>
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Kaiser\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s office building was downtown, and between traffic and finding parking, it was 11:58 a.m. by the time she burst through the main doors of the skyscraper to ask where she could find his office at the front desk. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t until that moment, with the security guard staring at her bare legs, that she realized she was still dressed for the beach in shorts and a t-shirt.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What floor?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the woman in the pinstriped suit with the short dark bob asked as Heidi slipped onto the elevator.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Forty-eight,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she murmured, still out of breath.<\/p>\n

The numbers seemed to take forever to tick by, people getting on, getting off, and every time she looked at her watch, another minute had passed. By the time the elevator opened at her floor, it was 12:05 p.m. No one got off with her, and as the doors closed behind her, she looked around for a receptionist, but there was no one at the desk.<\/p>\n

She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder\u00e2\u20ac\u201dto her left was a closed door, and to her right was a hallway. As she stood, shifting from foot to foot and considering, the door to her left opened, revealing Mr. Kaiser looking at his watch.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Five minutes late, Heidi.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He waved her in. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come in. Take a seat.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Her belly did a little flip as she brushed by him, putting her backpack on the floor at her feet as she sat in one of the leather, wing-backed chairs facing his desk.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sorry.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She was still a little breathless as he shut the door and sat across from her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Lenny didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t give me your note until this morning.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Digging into her pocket, she pulled out the folded paper and held it out to him\u00e2\u20ac\u201dher invitation to be here. He just leaned back, tenting his fingers, looking at the note, and eventually she let it flutter to the desk, clasping her quivering hands in her lap.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you know why I asked you here?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

She shook her head, feeling her ass clenched in the chair, her thighs damp and sticking to the leather.<\/p>\n

He frowned. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153When you answer me, Heidi, I would appreciate either a spoken \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcyes\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 or \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcno,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 followed by \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMr. Kaiser\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 or \u00e2\u20ac\u2122sir.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Do you think you can comply?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She flushed, nodding, and said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, sir.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now, about the reason I asked you here\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His eyes moved over her face, down to her outfit, very similar to what she had worn the day before. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It is my general impression that you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t enjoy your job.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Heidi opened her mouth to deny it and saw him raise his eyebrows, as if he knew what she meant to say. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 sir. That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s true.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He gave a brief nod. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I thought perhaps we might find something better suited to you at Kaiser.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She stared at him, all the breath gone from her body. Was he going to offer her a job in design?<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can you type?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asked, immediately dashing her hopes.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, sir.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She frowned.<\/p>\n

He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands and resting his arms on the desk. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You may have noticed that I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have an office assistant out front? My last secretary was with me for eight years, and I have yet to find a replacement for her. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been several months, now, and I admit, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m becoming frustrated and I really do need someone.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Heidi took a deep breath, glancing around the office. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never been anyone\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s secretary.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He shook his head, smiling. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Irrelevant. You have what I need.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 do?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She met his eyes, her breath coming a little faster as she squirmed in her seat. His eyes were dark, moving over her, and she couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help remembering the incident in the bathroom.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I need someone who can follow orders.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He leaned back in his chair again and she could see the memory of yesterday in his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Who would be willing to do whatever I asked. You showed me yesterday that you are\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 quite willing.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Heidi swallowed, pressing her damp palms to her shorts. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not sure I know what you mean?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, you do.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His eyes were smiling. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I compensate very well. You would be my assistant, answering my calls, handing my correspondence and taking care of my professional and personal needs during the day. Would you be interested in such an arrangement?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the promise if money or the poshness of his office, or even the fact that he was the head of one of the richest fashion companies in the world\u00e2\u20ac\u201dit was the way he looked at her, with nothing concealed or disguised. His eyes saw directly through her, and there was no smugness in the way it appeared as if he had her figured out, because he had. They both knew it, and there was only one answer she could give him.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She squeezed her hands together, her legs, too. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sir.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He gave her a nod. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good. I think we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll both be satisfied with the arrangement.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Opening the top drawer of his desk, he withdrew a large white envelope and slid it across the blotter. Heidi didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know if she should take it or not, so she kept her hands clasped, just looking from him to the envelope.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This contains general information about Kaiser, which you have already, of course, since you are essentially already in my employ,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he explained. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There is also a contract and information about duties as well as your salary and benefits.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

She nodded, looking at his hand, the buffed, square nails, resting on the stark envelope. Her bottom tingled, remembering how red his palm had been after he spanked her. Shifting in her seat, she crossed one knee over the other, trying to make herself more comfortable with the yearning ache between her legs.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If, for some reason, you read those over and change your mind\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He nodded toward the envelope. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You simply need to tell me, and you will consequently stay in your current position.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t imagine why I would object.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He smiled. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t imagine you will. In spite of the apparent haste of my offer, I actually choose my assistants quite carefully.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Standing, he leaned his palms on the desk blotter, his eyes moving down the front of her t-shirt, looking at her hands in her lap. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now, there is just the matter of your tardiness.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Her heart leapt and she met his eyes, feeling faint. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153My\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 tardiness?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Mr. Kaiser reached underneath the desk and Heidi heard the door behind her lock. The sound made her mouth go dry.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153One of the things that I cannot abide is lateness.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He reached down and unbuckled his belt. She felt faint as she watched it slipping through the loops of his pants. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you will find that I am quite unorthodox in my methods of discipline.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He snapped the belt in his hands and she jumped, gasping, her hand going to her throat as she stared at him. Doubling it over, he slapped it against his palm, the belt whistling and then smacking his flesh. Heidi sat and wondered how much it would sting and she wiggled her bottom against the chair.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a Vincente.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He gave her a small smile. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Italian. Calf-skin, medium weight. Makes a nice sound, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t speak, she couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t move, all she could seem to do was stare at the belt in his hands as her whole body flushed with a trembling heat.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Heidi?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He cocked his head, reminding her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I asked you a question.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, sir.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She drew a shaky breath.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come here,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he instructed, and she recognized the tone immediately and obeyed, moving around to his side of the desk, amazed that her legs were holding her weight at all given how much they were shaking.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You remember this?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He tilted her chin up and she met his eyes, nodding. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Everything pulled down and bend over.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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