The Firm hand of the Law (Rp for Said)

[KathyKane]

He'd always been the proud and boastful type. When they'd dated she'd been forced to be "respectful" and "careful" to not earn his ire, and now he was helpless before her unspoken threat and she loved it. She'd been quite sure apologizing was beyond him, something that might have made her have second thoughts about what she'd planned. But his rage and irritation tickled her, and truthfully she wanted a few minutes to compose herself and get together the props she'd brought along to treat him with.

"All I'm listening to is a Bully who doesn't understand he's been bested. Look Oscar, go grab us some lunch, and come back we'll have the whole afternoon to discuss what i will do with these photos. Let me be clear, your cooperation today may end with the photos AND their respective negatives back in your possession to dispose of as you wish. Disobedience however, will probably result in their swift delivery to a local court and your eventual disbarment...Are we clear Oscar?"

[Said]

Oscar stayed silent for a few moments, before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips.
"Fine. Fine. I'll do this your way." He straightened his back as he stood up and with no small amount of obvious irritation he turned on his heel and sharply walked out of her office, the door closing with a considerably loud thud.

He walked briskly to his car and started it up, still visibly wound up from his confrontation with Catherine. He finally straightened out the notepaper with her sandwich order on it and couldn't help but tear it up in a private act of frustration. He hit the car steering wheel with the base of his palm, cursing as he did so.
He hated that he had to go along with her little request. While she could have asked him to do a number of things far more demeaning than this, the triviality of ordering him to go get her a sandwich almost made it more vexing. Still, if he could somehow persuade her to give him the negatives by the end of the day, he would force himself to do it.

Oscar arrived back at the door to her office just a few minutes before twelve, her lunch in a carry out bag.
Her secretary had been expecting him so she let him in, closing the door behind him.

[KathyKane]

Catherine had cleared her desk of everything but the multi-lined phone and paperweight on its right and had placed six different tools on it. There was a somewhat innocuous hairbrush, broad and wooden, almost the same shade of mahogany as her desk. Next to it lay a riding crop of real leather, no cheap toy, this was a crop meant for use on horses. The third tool was a familiar one, a broad thick sorority paddle with each Greek letter carved into it with raised letters, and eight small holes to prevent wind resistance. A thick lacquered cane lay on the desk nearly tracing its length, and next to that, a sleep-aide blindfold and a pair of hand cuffs.

Catherine was on the phone so Oscar couldn't directly speak with her but she smiled sweetly at the carry out bag and reached for it as he neared the desk. She had let her hair down, and secured it into a full pony tail with a black hair scrunchy, changing the usually hyper professional bun she kept it in. She frowned with disapproval at the contents of the take out bag, and ended her call in a few short minutes professionally.

"I said no Mayo Oscar, Provalone Cheese, and the bread is wrong as well. tsk tsk. Ah, you understand the function and intent of most of these tools don't you? Let's discuss how your going to earn those photos from me..."

The photos themselves were gone along with their manila envelope, and as Oscar took in the scene, Catherine crossed quickly to the office door and locked it.

[Said]

Oscar barely heard what she said about her sandwich, instead staring at the items that were laid out on her desk. Of course, seeing them, he could guess what her intentions might be. Either, she was meaning to try to intimidate him. Or she was seriously intending to use them. He had a horrible feeling that she would not have gone to the trouble of acquiring them and laying them out like this if it was only to make him nervous.

When he heard her lock the office door, he look sharply over his shoulder. That simple action, that he wouldn't have thought twice about in other circumstances, suddenly made things seem far more dire.

Making sure that his voice didn't betray the building worry in his voice, he finally said, "What is this...? You can't be serious."
He picked up one of the items, the riding crop, and after being able to tell for certain that this was no flimsy prop he tossed it aside onto the ground as if it had burned his hand.
"You must be insane!" he exclaimed, his composure breaking for a moment.

It was true he badly needed those photographs back, but Catherine couldn't seriously be proposing what he thought she was... Could she?

[KathyKane]

Catherine chuckled and slipped her suit jacket off, the blouse beneath was spotless and white, but as a result gave away the fact that she was wearing a lacy black bra beneath it. "Insane? Why? Because I'm asking a man to go through the same kind of humiliation and degradation he joyfully heaped on me for the better part of three years? Because I've come up with a way you can pay me back for your short shortsightedness and unlawful activities?"

She stalked back toward him, retrieving the crop from where it had fallen, and pointing at him with authoritatively. "We'll see how this goes. Submit yourself to me, take your punishment for your cockiness and brashness on the Berret case, and maybe you'll walk out of here this evening, negatives in hand. Continue to question me and test my patience, and we may have to keep this up all week, or since tomorrow IS Friday, all weekend."

She returned to her chair and leaned back in luxuriantly as she reached over to page Helen. "Helen dear, run along to lunch Oscar and I would like to have the office to ourselves till 1 if that's alright." Helen confirmed she'd get going and Catherine took a bite out of her ill-prepared sandwich. "eck! Mayo. I'm afraid your going to have be punished for the sandwich first Oscar, strip down to your underwear won't you? Your still a briefs boy aren't you?"

While she spoke with a casual air, the last order came out with a definite note of finality.

[Said]

Oscar stared at her, unable to hide the look of disbelief plastered across his usually self satisfied and confident face. Catherine was serious. She had prepared all of this in advance, and had been planning it for... He couldn't even guess for how long. Perhaps since he had joined the firm. He would never have guessed that the awkward, self conscious girl he'd known in college had this in her.

"You've completely lost your mind if you think I'm going to strip for you," he replied, although he sounded less confident than he would have liked. It was clear that despite nothing having happened yet, he was already beginning to feel hugely uncomfortable. He was someone who enjoyed being in control, and having power over others. That was why he had relished picking on Catherine in college so much. She had been so totally submissive and eager to please. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, he did not seem to be enjoying himself at all.

She hadn't even promised him the negatives, she had just said that he 'may' get them back. There was no guarantee. She planned to make him a slave to her whims. This could potentially go on for two more years, or longer if she held anything that happened between now and then over his head. He was sure that she'd thought of doing that.

Oscar saw that despite his assertion that he wouldn't strip, that she was deadly serious. While her actions and speech had a casual air, there was a steel behind her now that he secretly found intimidating. But he would be damned if he would let her know that.

[KathyKane]

Catherine took another bite of her sandwich and chewed it thoughtfully, elbows relaxed on her desk as she studied her prey. He was unsure now, possibly frightened but still defiant. "You seem to think you have some say in what happens from here on out Oscar. You think to defy me, but already you know how serious this situation is. Come now, we needn't make this unpleasant, you testing my patience now..." he sighed and sat the sandwich down. Take off your shirt and tie, pull of your pants and shoes, and bend over this desk." When she spoke she snapped her fingers, and pointed at the desk, her well kept nails bore a lightly polished sheen.

"If you insist on resisting, if you really want to turn and walk away from my offer, that's fine, but I will not re extend it, and you will be my enemy in court, and once you've lost, you'll be shame pubically, and most probably left without legal employment." She smiled and warmed her cold voice. "Come on now Oscar, turn about is fair play, and I've more than earned a shot at you and that well toned ass of yours...so for the last time...my pet, Strip!"

[Said]

She really wasn't going to let him anywhere near the negatives until he'd done what she asked of him. This realisation hit Oscar like a ton of bricks.
The situation was bad enough, but she was mocking him. Revelling in her newfound power over his fate. He so badly wanted to wipe that smirk off of her lips, but there was nothing he could do.

He cursed under his breath and began to hastily undress. Her taunts still in his head as he did so, his face avoiding hers as he undressed. He wasn't going to draw this out any longer than it needed to be. If he had to strip down, he wouldn't make it a show. He tossed his suit jacket aside and undid his tie, letting it fall beside his jacket. Then he quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, putting it aside too. In less than a minute, he was down to his underwear.
Catherine had been right too, he was still a briefs man.

"There? Satisfied?" He asked, sounding confrontational despite the fact he had been forced to do as she said. He hadn't bent over the desk yet. But he couldn't quite bring himself to. The humiliation of having to undress in front of her, at her demand, was already bruising his rather sizeable ego.

All the same, despite his personality, Oscar was a fine specimen. He was tall and, while somewhat slender, he was still athletic and well toned. He had ran track in college and also been an accomplished swimmer, his physique reflecting his skill in both of those sports. While he wasn't self conscious about his body in the slightest- quite the opposite really- being in this situation was enough to make even him look visibly uncomfortable.

[KathyKane]

Catherine was surprised at how fit and athletic her old nemesis had remained, legal work usually meant office work and less exercise but he was still as toned as she remembered, she licked her lips slowly as he undressed as much to make him uncomfortable as to express her approval at his nearly naked body. Reaching into the desk drawer on her far right, she retrieved another toy, one supple enough to hide in one hand as she walked around to wear he was standing. She still held the riding crop in her other hand, and as she approached him, she slapped it suddenly at his exposed thigh, laughing at his reaction.

She pushed the crop against his side pushing him toward the desk. "You heard me dear, bend over the desk. I want you to lay your hands flat, and stick that butt out for me."
She kept a playful but authoritative tone, almost like her Sorority sisters used to, but she knew it was doing horrible things to his ego...

[Said]

Unable to stop himself, Oscar let out a sudden- and rather undignified- yelp when the crop suddenly lashed out and whapped him on the thigh. It left a bright pink mark where it had landed. He jumped back a little at it, moving a hand over the patch of sore skin when he felt the same damned implement prodding him on the side.

Her words, spoken so smoothly and with utter confidence, made him wince. A physical reaction to the psychological assault they were dealing him. For some, this situation would be embarrassing. Even humiliating. But for a man as arrogant as Oscar, they stung more than that sudden clip with the crop. He could only imagine that things were going to get far worse, but he had no prepared defenses for such a situation.

While gritting his teeth, he stepped forward and bent over the desk, his palms flat against the smooth wood. A pale blush appeared on his cheeks, and he was grateful that Catherine was at least behind him now, so she couldn't see the obvious evidence of his embarrassment.
He was reluctant to stick out his ass, as Catherine had ordered. This position was demeaning and submissive enough as it was. But he very reluctantly lowered his back a little and shifted his hips so he was in a more acceptable position for what he dreaded was about to happen.