4

It's Monday morning and I put on my tightest suit to show off my bum. Granted my suit might be old, but it's the sexiest one that I own, so it'll have to do.

I'm still not sure how to act this morning. Do I act like nothing happened on Friday night or do I ask him what it was all about? Let's be real for a second, there is no way I have the guts to ask him to his face what it was. Reality is that I'll sit at my desk and wait for him to say something. I really need to grow some balls

I give myself one last glance in the mirror to make sure that I look good and then fly out the door. I'm going to be early today. Nothing like a crush on your boss to get those reports finished nice and fast.

As I pull into the Hub parking lot I can see that he's here instead of out on a case. His black convertible is parked at the front next to the SUV with our name in the metal work. A small sexy version of the Black Beauty.

I've never had sex in a car. I wonder if it would be uncomfortable or sexy?

I walk over to his car and look in the window. It's clean and neat and very black inside. Yep. Totally sexy. I'd absolutely bang him in here.

I walk into the Hub and smile to Gwen as I pass her by. She looks at me apprehensively like I'm about to say something about the other night, but I don't. Instead I make my way to my desk and sit down, smoothing my shirt as I do so.

I glance over at Jack's door. It's closed. Part of me wants to go over and knock and see him again, but I don't.

I've got the whole day and I'm sure I'll see him at some stage today so I'll be able to gauge his reaction to me then. Surely I'll be able to figure out what exactly is going on between us by then.

My computer slowly flickers to life and I check my emails and my to-do list. It isn't a busy day today. I've got to finish the quarterly reports, rewrite the new marketing proposal draft before it goes to the head of marketing, and then organize the archived files. I should have that done by lunchtime, which means I'm going to have a quiet afternoon.

I check Captain Harkness' schedule. He has a lunch meeting with a Unit head, but other than that his afternoon is free too.

Maybe by then I'll have the courage to face him and ask him about that brushing the lip thing.

First, coffee.

I get up and head to the kitchen placing a cup under the machine and dropping a pod in before hitting the button. As I'm waiting it to drip into my cup, Owen walks in.

"Morning, Yan," he eyes me up and down. "Looking good today."

"Thank you, it's nice of you to say." I feel even better about my choice of outfit now.

He opens the refrigerator and pops the lid of a small bottle of orange juice, downing it in one gulp. As he wipes his sleeve over his mouth he looks back over to me. "About the other night."

I lift my hand to stop him speaking. "It's fine. I didn't see anything."

It wasn't exactly true, but I can't have him thinking I was watching him nail Gwen against the stairwell wall.

"I don't care about that." He walks over and stands a little too closely to me. "Just if you want to join in next time, I won't mind. I could talk Gwen into sucking those tight pink nipples you got, while I fuck you from behind. You'd like that wouldn't you."

Ewww. No way.

My coffee finishes pouring and I pick up my hot cup. I'm not going to let this jerk intimidate me. "You better be careful what you do and say around here, there are camera's everywhere. I wouldn't want you getting into trouble for harassment or anything."

"Harassment, what the fuck? I didn't do anything." He steps back and lifts his hands up like he's innocent.

"I know. But let me make it clear to you that I'm not interested in having sex with you, with you and Gwen, or with anyone else. Stop saying those filthy things or I'll have to report you."

"Stupid stuck up Bastard."

"I'm serious."

"Whatever." He walks out and I can tell he's gesturing rudely behind my back. I glance up to the ceiling looking around for a camera wondering if Jack saw what just happened, but I can't see a camera in here.

I take a sip of my hot coffee and let the warm liquid slide down my throat. It's just what I need and I'm feeling stronger and surer of myself.

I head back to my desk all the while looking up into the corners of the Hub wondering where the cameras are. I still can't see any. Maybe they're only in the stairwell and not in the Hub itself. I guess it makes sense for security reasons.

My heart nearly jumps out of my skin when a message from Jack pops onto my monitor. I'd been concentrating on the Flat Holm draft and hadn't thought about him for at least, oh, ten seconds.

Have you finished the quarterly reports? JH

Yes, forwarding them to you right now. IJ

I was sure I'd already forwarded them to him. I check my email and there they are sitting in draft. Dammit. I press send and wait for the satisfying whoosh sound to say they are sent.

Thanks.

Thanks, that's it? What happened to, why don't you come into my office so we can fuck to celebrate? I glance back over to his door. It's still closed.

A ball of frustration and disappointment is building up inside me and I'm starting to think I imagined the whole scenario. It's clear I've built it up into a far bigger deal than it actually is.

Story of my life.

I need to get myself a hobby.

I minimize the report and do a quick search online for hobbies for pathetic nerds who have crushes on their bosses. The images tab isn't helping.

Note to self: Don't do image searches for boss and secretary's during Hub hours.

Strictly a not-suitable-for-work search term.

Mr. Jones please come into my office. JH

Holy shit. I close down my browser and stand up. I'm sure I'm sweating buckets as I walk slowly toward his office. I smooth my palms down on my trousers and wonder if I've triggered some porn filter or something. I try and figure out a way of explaining it.

Nothing that sounds remotely plausible comes to mind.

I knock quietly on the door.

"Come in." His deep smooth voice is already setting my knees to jelly.

"Yes, sir. You wanted to see me?"

He glances up as I approach his desk and sit down opposite him. I place my hands in my lap as I try and see what he's looking at on screen. It's the quarterlies.

"I didn't know you wore glasses, Ianto."

My hands flutter up to my face. I had forgotten that I was still wearing them. "I wear them when I'm working or reading. Not all the time."

I quickly take them off and fold them up in my hands.

"You should wear them more often. They suit you."

I lift a sceptical brow.

"I got teased in school for wearing glasses. I don't wear them much anymore. Only when I need to see." I grin.

"I like them."

"Thanks." I look down at the glasses in my hands making a mental note to wear them more around the Hub.

"The quarterly reports are good, but here—" he points to the computer monitor.

"February looks like it's missing the figures from Unit with that Dervakion swap. Did Christie send in her figures for that?"

"Yes." I panic slightly as I try to remember whether I included them in the report in time. "She sent them through last week. I'm sure I put them in."

I lean forward and squint at the computer screen. I put on my glasses and look to see where he's pointing. Sure enough the figures have been left off. Thank god he spotted it before it got sent through to Her Majesty's office.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I'll go and add it now and send them back through."

"It isn't like you to be sloppy with your work. You're usually very efficient."

Oh great. I'm getting in trouble from Jack, the last person I want to get in trouble from.

"I'm really sorry."

"Is something bothering you? Something that's distracting you from your job?"

I stare at him like it's obvious why I would be distracted from my job, but I can tell he has no clue why I've turned into a hot mess around him. Jesus, I need to pull my shit together and act professionally again.

"Not really." I mumble under my breath.

"I don't want to see mistakes like this again."

"I'll fix it now and send it back. It won't happen again."

"Good. Now let's talk about your punishment for making this mistake."

"Punishment?" I'm sure I'm about to have a panic attack. Last time I was in his office I was sure he wanted me, now I'm sure he hates me. How can one mistake change so much?

"Have you ever been spanked, Ianto?"

"Spanked?" My voice squeaks out like a timid mouse. "No. I can't say I've ever been spanked."

This wasn't quite what I had in mind.

"I don't like mistakes."

"I know that, sir."

"Come over here and bend over my lap." He motions me over to him. My heart is thumping so hard I can't think straight. Is he really going to spank me? I begin to take off my glasses. "Leave your glasses on."

I don't say anything as I approach. I stare at his lap wondering how I, as a grown man, am going to bend over his lap.

He takes my hands and pulls me down. He's gentle but firm and I let myself be forced into an uncomfortable position across his legs. My arse in high in the air while my head is low, nearly touching the floor. I feel vulnerable and scared. I've never been spanked. What if it hurts?

Smack.

I'm not expecting the first slap and it stings, bringing tears to my eyes. I have to push my glasses back onto my face to prevent them falling off.

Smack.

The second hit is softer than the first. At least I think it is, or maybe I'm more used to it now since I know what to expect.

"Ianto, I'm going to spank you eight more times to bring it to ten. The next lot will be on your bare arse. Stand up, and pull down your trousers and underwear."

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I want to do this but I'm scared. If it hurt through my clothes, what is it going to feel like on my bare arse? I look over at him. His expression is calm and controlled and I can't read whether he's getting off on this or whether he really thinks this is an acceptable punishment in this day and age. I keep my gaze fixed as I slowly lower my pants to my ankles.

I'm bare to him. My naked bottom half close to him yet he doesn't take his gaze away from my eyes.

"Now lie back down," he says.

To my surprise I do it.