A manager Duty [with Pippy-kun ]

[Silvery_Lady]

Jessica turned the key into the keyhole of Donald's penthouse, walking in with a huge frown drawn on her face.
The woman took off her shades, pushing them over her head like a hairband, looking around...and she frowned even more.
The place was a total mess, there were footprints on the couch, empty bottles of champagne and liquors all over the floor, some of the chairs were flipped on the table and the living room was smelling like a cigars factory.
-What the fuck...- the woman muttered, walking across the clothes and the other stuff scattered on the big carpet, heading to her client's bedroom.

She opened the door, just to find him soundly asleep on his king size bed, hugged to a blond girl she didn't knew, half naked.
Jessica cursed from behind her teeth and walked forward, grabbing a survivor bottle of wine from the bed table...and a second later she was pouring that same wine all over his head.
-WAKE UP, KID!- she shouted, with her most pissed off voice -And you, beauty...pack your things and take your ass out of here!- she added after a moment, to the girl who had jumped over at her scream -Now!-
With her leather jacket on and her black boots over her jeans, Jessica was looking quite intimidating at the moment, especially since she was staring at them like is she was about to eat them alive.

The blonde chick quickly stood up, grabbing her clothes and running away, probably to the bathroom, leaving the young rockstar and his Manager alone.
-Come on, Donnie. You was supposed to have an interview this morning, damn it!- the woman added, throwing him a deadly glance -They just cancelled it, you dumbass.-
While she was reprimanding him, something that she could allow herself to do because of the old friendship with his father and his whole family, her eyes moved to a coffee table next to the window.
And what she saw made her jaw fall.
-....is that what i think it is?- she whispered, looking at the white powder on the glass table top, widening her eyes -Are you out of your mind? I should call the cops.-

A side from the room in a wreck he looked like a utter mess him self, His black hair was every way possible and the shirt he normally worn at night was stuck around the bed post along with inside out and look to be stained with god knows what.

When Donnie him self opened his eyes he still had one of his rock star contacts in his right eye and his left eye was blood shot red and hazed over from the night before.

Donnie hazily fallowed the woman boy did he sober up all the Suden when he saw her see the subsitance on the table top. "Jess, Honey Baby It's not what it looks like!! It's not mine!" He let out before clearing his dry throat.

"T-There is no Need call the cops there's no need for that!!" He said standing up before quickly grabbing the bed blanket to cover his lower half known he had no lower clothing on what so ever.

[Silvery_Lady]

When he tried to sweet talk to her, his Manager gave him one murderous look, pointing at him with her index finger.
-Don't you even think about it, kid.- she scolded him -I'll give you "honey"!-
Jessica took a step forward, getting closer to the coffee table.
-Do you think i'm stupid? Look at your eyes! What the fuck is going on in here? What's wrong with you, lately?- the woman continued -Oh, and you're not the one to decide if i'm going to call them or not. Now go take a shower and get dressed, before that i kick your ass out of that bed! Then we will have a little talk about this...- she gave a look to the white drugs -...and about another couple of things.- Jessica concluded -And it's not a kind request, it's an order. Move.-

Said that, the older woman walked out of the room, just in time to hear the main door closing: apparently the blonde girl had found her way out.
One problem less.

While waiting for him to be presentable again, Jessica was sitting at the kitchen table, typing on the keyboard of her laptop, which was in her bag since she had arrived.
She was modifying one standard contract, adding a few clauses about certain matters, because she had had an idea about how to solve the situation...an idea that Donald wasn't going to appreciate, she was sure.

Donnie almost fell back when she started to scold him with her index finger he had never been scolded by someone not even the few nannies he had around the house growing up. Boy did he run to that bathroom leaving the sheet behind as soon as she left the room.

About twenty minutes later the boy came out of the bathroom dressed in his normal torn jeans black jeans with white tanktop and his black vest with blue flannel hoodie built in and black converse shoes.

His sparkling blue eyes looked a little clearer then before after aplying heavy amounts of drops to his eyes and putting some stage makeup on his dark circles.

Donnie gently cleared his throat so not to spook her if she didn't hear him walk in. "Jessica, I-I'm Sorry about to day I'll throw away all the trash and call a maid to clean up the house, I'll Even Pay with my own money so pop won't ask anything~!" he said gently sitting across from her at the table unable to look her in the eyes now thanks to her such angered stare.

[Silvery_Lady]

-You better be sorry, kid.- was her first answer and she was sounding pretty mad, like a mother who had just discovered some wrongdoing of her child -The point it's not cleaning up the house, Donnie.- she added, while he was sitting down on the other side of the table.

Jessica raised her head, looking straight at his face now.
-Look me in the eyes, when i'm talking to you.- the woman told him, before sighing heavily -Now...i don't know what is it in your mind lately, but all this must stop. The parties, the alcohol, the drugs and so on. What do you think you're doing? I should tell your dad about this and cancel my contract with you...this is not how i do things.- she threatened him.

Once more, his Manager stared at him with eyes full of reproach.
-You are wasting your time and your talent, and i'm not going to sit back watching how you throw everything in the trash. Are you listening to me?- Jessica asked -I made you, Donnie. You know that. And i can erase all this just snapping my fingers...if you don't start to behave properly.-

"J-Jessica, Th-there is no need to tell Daddy about this!" He said holding his own face thinking about what his over protective father would even think about punishing him or telling the cops "I-I'll Do anything you say..." he said looking her dead in the eyes now but nervously fidgeted in his chair realizing the he could loose his whole career by this.

"I'll behave! I'll Be a angel from now on cross my heart!" he said thinking maybe just maybe it would be enough to get her to ease up what ever she had plan "I... I'm sorry... I'm listening... I promise." Donnie said his voice though still showing hints of fear and paranoia.

It was true though Donnie wasn't now sure who he feared more His Maneger Jessica or his father Donald Sr. Both of them could be rather rash when it came to things and Jessica has been around for a while as he grew up and trained his voice but never had he seen this side of her. Maybe this is why his father hired her? to keep him inline when his father couldn't but whats the worse the woman could do? yeah she was a good couple of inches taller then the boy, But goodness was she gonna waggle her finger at him?

Part of his mind played the scenarios he could possibly go though in his head if she decided not to tell his father and he could help but think it was rather funny, though his brain the played out if his father got a hold of him. the list of things he'd be doing again, Going back to Saint lee boy's school wasn't going to be fun, The fact that his dad would not only give him the look but the fact he'd probably be seeing the floor for a good hour because his dad would give him the lecture of his life, then probably give him one of those childish punishments he got as a small child from his father, either a rather dull smack on the wrist or a rather long spanking that felt like love pats.

[Silvery_Lady]

-I'll be the one to decide that, Donnie.- she cut him off immediately -You have been acting like a stupid child in the last few months, and i'm fed up with this. Your father will skin you alive, if i tell him what i have just found in your room.- the Manager continued, before suddenly asking a strange question -Do you have a printer?-
And she started looking around the room, clearly searching for what she had asked about.
-Yeah, sure...an angel.- Jessica added, sarcastically.

But then, she turned her face to her young client, now looking really, really serious.
-Now listen to this, i will only give you one chance to avoid the cops and your dad. But if you refuse, i will do what i have to. One way or another, i will help you...but you won't like it, either way.- the woman concluded.

A moment later, she moved her laptop to one side, so he could see the screen.
-This is a new modified contract that i will ask you to read and to sign.- the woman explained -I will give you time to think about it, but basically here's the deal: you will start act like a professional and you will do what i say, in every matter. If you don't, if you will act like a brat, if you will disobey me in every way, you will go over my knees for a thrashing, simple as that.- he concluded, sternly -Since you behave like a child, you will be spanked like one.-

Donnie gave a small glance back at the screen looking though it before hearing her ask about the printer. "It's in the kitchen near the phone line that can only reach you or father..." he said before shooting his eyes up hearing more of this.

"W-Wait Your going to spank me?!" said his face going from his almost pearly pale skin to beet red at the thought of her spanking.

His eyes quickly darted around thee room thinking before standing up and walking into the kitchen to clear off what had been draped over the printer.

"O....Okay...." he said putting his face into his hands still bright red in the face to be honest all he saw was the spanking part of the contract, he didn't even think about his outburst that he had all the time thanks to his grand problem of being wound up easily by crowds or just by being stuffed up in a building all day. "I'll Sign it..." he let out a nervous groan as he full leaning on the fridge as still talked though his hands.

[Silvery_Lady]

Jessica nodded very seriously, ignoring his blushing face.
It was a normal reaction, to feel a bit ashamed, discovering that another adult was planning to spanking you like a small child.
-Exactly, young man. You will bend over my lap and i will smack your bare bottom bright red, like you deserve.- she confirmed -And if you misbehave, i will also ground you. That's the deal, think about it.- she concluded, leaving him some time to reflect about the whole matter.

But when Donnie seemed to accept his fate, his Manager gave him a glance.
-Are you really, really sure? Because i won't be lenient with you, i will punish you for real.- she added -If you are going to sign this, then turn on the printer, so i can print the contract. And i'm warning you, once you had signed, i will whip you right away. Now and here, for what you did last night and for skipping the interview, got it?- the woman told him.
-I will not tell your dad about this, we are going to clean up this place and we will forget about this awful morning...but you won't sit down comfortably for a couple of day, when i'll be done with you.- Jessica threatened.

Donnie looked up at her when she asked about the printer his eyes showing more guilt now then anything as he gently trailed back to the other side of the counter and hit the power button, he then looked though the drawer next to the printer to find a black pin.

"G-Grounding me?" he said finally speaking up as she printed the dreaded contract. "I'm not that much of a child am I?" He said but realized it might have not been the best to have tried to protest with her. "N-Never mind" Donnie leaned on the counter waiting for the paper to arrive.

Donnie was having a inner mono log more then anything part of him yelling at him self for even being so stupid in the first place but the little devil in him was basically laying there smirking thinking how hard could this woman hit? Though a small memory played in his mind, He couldn't remember if it was true or not but he thinks he saw this woman straight up punch some guy in the jaw but he was still in one of his young highs after a performance when he was only twelve.