The doorknob rattled.
Seto’s eyes snapped to the twin doors, which were now being pushed with some difficulty by his small girlfriend. Yugi was dressed in the maid outfit that Seto’s designers had so meticulously designed—with extensive input from Seto. There were dozens of trashed designs that hadn’t met Seto’s standards. Even the one Seto had finally settled on due to time constraints didn’t quite encapture the image Seto had in his head. But. But, seeing it in person, Seto realized that Yugi could have been dressed in any of the outfits, and she’d still be looking like a snack that Seto wanted nothing more than to gobble up.
Seto’s cold expression didn’t give away any of Seto’s thoughts. Voice equally cold, Seto began speaking. "You’re late. Was I not clear enough when I said that you needed to be here at seven sharp? It’s now 7: 06.” Seto stood up from behind his desk. With long strides, Seto smoothly rounded his desk and crossed the distance between him and Yugi. Looming over Yugi, Seto bent down and whispered in Yugi’s ear. "Also, it’s Mr. Kaiba to you, Ms. Muto. This is KaibaCorp, not your personal playground. Treat my company and my status with the respect it deserves." Although Seto said this, he didn’t have any real misforgivings about Yugi calling him Seto. Truthfully, he was enamored with how his name sounded when it rolled off her tongue. Seto could listen to her say his name all day. Hmm, now that was an idea. Seto would need to revise this week’s schedule.
Seto returned to his full height. His eyes continued to appraise Yugi, burning every little detail into his genius brain. The genius Seto was, he would be able to remember every curl and crease in the uniform, and every detail on Yugi’s face, even years from now. That Seto would be seeing this every day for the next couple of months meant that by the end of it, Seto would be able to recreate it from memory decades from now with no references.
“Since you clearly are lacking respect, it is my job to correct it. I want you in front of my desk in the next 10 seconds, bent over,” Seto said. He tore his gaze away from Yugi and walked over to the wall, where a new addition to his office hung. It was a sheathed sword, with the sheathe stylized after Seto’s ace monster, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Of course, it was not actually a sword .
Seto wrapped his fingers around the hilt, which was a sleek silver with a small golden script that read ‘Yugi Muto’. Seto pulled on it. Out from the large sheath was a very thin spanking cane that shined under the office lighting. Seto swiped at the air a few times with his new toy. Each swing was accompanied by a satisfying ‘swish’ that had Seto smirking.
This was Seto’s ingenious idea to preserve the image and reputation of his company while simultaneously arming his office with the tools to discipline his naugty girlfriend when she erred. And Seto was sure she would make a lot of mistakes. After all, with Seto running a multi-trillion dollar corporation, he didn’t have the time to train her in all of her tasks—and he wasn’t about to give her to a random employee. No. Yugi belonged in Seto’s office, looking pretty and giving him company.
Seto turned back around, spanking cane in hand. His eyes immediately sought out his girlfriend, both to simply admire but also to see if she had obeyed his instructions like a good little maid.
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