Hilliard clenched his fists and nervousness gripped him.
âIâm your secretary here, and youâre my boss.
I messed up, so Iâm at your mercy.
â
Jennifer looked at him in amazement.
It was the first time sheâd seen this arrogant man humbling himself.
Like she could really do anything to himâ¦
âIf thatâs the case, Iâm delighted to teach you a lesson.
â
Jennifer turned and walked to her desk.
She then brought out a thin and smooth sandalwood ruler from the drawer.
She had used it to discipline her cousin during her internship at the company, and it had remained tucked away for a long time.
Suddenly, Jennifer felt a tinge of guilt using it on Hilliard, the most influential man in Stastle.
But she was his boss, and reprimanding her dishonest secretary seemed fair.
Besides, she wouldnât strike him too hard.
Summoning her courage, she approached Hilliard quietly.
Seeing her approach, he felt a hint of unease.
Throughout his life, he had always been obedient
and had never experienced being disciplined with a ruler.
He had no idea what to expect.
He swallowed uneasily as she stood in front of him.
With a stern tone, she instructed, âPlease extend your left hand, Mr.
Simmons.
â
Hilliard gazed up at her, and extended his hand as instructed.
âKeep your left hand flat, palm facing up,â Jennifer patiently ordered, knowing he was unfamiliar with this form of punishment.
He did as he was told.
Immediately he opened his hand, she struck it with the ruler, causing searing pain to shoot through him.
He winced in pain and bit his lip, determined not to retract his hand.
Jennifer, watching his reaction, continued to strike his palm without mercy.
After ten strikes, she set down the ruler and asked in a serious voice, âHow are you feeling, Mr.
Simmons?â
Hilliard looked down at his swollen palm and admitted, âIt hurts.
â
Jennifer tried to contain her laughter.
âIâm honored to be the one to introduce you to the sensation of being disciplined with a ruler for the first time in your life.
â