Veronica Rockwell was very pleased with herself. Getting what she wanted was a common occurrence in the beautiful woman's life. So she should be used to it by now. But she still got an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction when she achieved her goal. This time her objective was the most brilliant mind working in advertising in the last decade. Dale Franklin was solely responsible for several commercials airing on television today. And quite a few billboard and magazine ads was his brain storm as well. Everything the man touched turned to gold. But Dale worked for her largest competitor. Who in Veronica's opinion, was stealing millions of advertising dollars right out of her pocket. So she set her mind on obtaining the whiz kid of advertising and went after him with both guns blazing. Letting nothing stand in her way.

She hired a Private Detective and had the man followed. Everywhere he went and everything he did was quickly known by Veronica as soon as it happened. She knew his favorite restaurants and what type of food he loved to eat. His favorite drinking establishment and what drinks he ordered was on record. The name of his tailor, his barber, and his personal trainer was known by the lovely Veronica. Even the name of his mistress and the hotel they frequented was jotted down in the large file. If Dale Franklin took a shit, Veronica knew where and when. Nothing was safe from her prying eyes. When she had enough information gathered, she studied it to find the perfect time and place to put herself in his path. And her plan worked like a charm.

Dale Franklin was now sitting in a corner office in her building. He was on her payroll and under her thumb. She offered him more money then he was able to refuse and he jumped ship like a lonely sailor going AWOL. His old employer was trying to find grounds to take her to court for stealing his money machine. But Veronica wasn't the least bit worried. She paid a huge bundle to fancy Lawyers for their expert counsel. Every transaction involved in the deal was above board and legal. So the man didn't have a leg to stand on. He was merely grasping at straws because he was pissed off she out foxed him. Which was usually the case when men opposed Veronica. Most of them couldn't handle losing to a female. Regardless of how intelligent she was. It was the ruthless tactics she used to defeat them that made the men so angry. But if it got Veronica what she wanted, then she could care less how they felt. Business was business.

Veronica called Dale into her office to give him his new assignment. "Revlon is coming out with a new line of cosmetics. They want an ad campaign that will grab the public's interest and make them feel like they can't live without their products. So come up with something and have it on my desk for approval by the end of the week." She told her new ad manager. "By the end of the week? Why that's impossible. I'll need at least two weeks to study the products and come up with something that will definitely grab their attention. He replied. "That's why I pay you the big bucks mister. To handle pressure situations such as this one. Now stop wasting valuable time with your pitiful whining and get to work." She ordered. Dale held his temper in check and left her office.

Veronica had lunch with a very important client on Friday and didn't get back to the office until three. The ad campaign for the new Revlon products was sitting on her desk. She stretched out her graceful long legs covered in black leather pants and planted her calf length black leather boots on top of her desk. Then she leaned back in her chair to relax and look over his ideas. Twenty minutes later she asked her secretary to send Dale Franklin to her office. He was there in no time to accept the praise he expected for coming up with such brilliant ideas on short notice. He quickly found out he was going to be ridiculed for his stupidity instead of praised for being a genius. Which is a problem he never had to face with his previous employer. And he wasn't happy about it.

"These ideas of yours are ludicrous and unacceptable. Come up with something different this weekend and have it on my desk by Monday morning." She ordered the surprised man. "That's out of the question. It's my wife's birthday and we have plans this weekend. I've booked reservations at a nice Bed and Breakfast on the coast. I'm taking her there for the weekend to celebrate." He emphatically told her. "Then you'll have to cancel your plans won't you. I'm not losing a large account like Revlon's, simply because your wife got older and probably fatter. Now do as you're told and have it on my desk Monday morning. That's an order Mister." She sternly told him. That was more then Franklin was willing to take. No woman ordered him around like a slave. "You can take your job and shove it you overbearing bitch. I quit." He said as he started to walk out. "I'm afraid that's not an option asshole. I have you under contract. I'll bury you in legal fees for years and make sure you never work in this field again. Now shut up and get to work."

Veronica Rockwell

Dale was so angry it clouded his judgment. He really wasn't worried about her black balling him from the industry. He was the most highly sought man in advertising for his brilliant mind. And he was certain his ex employer wouldn't hesitate to give him his old job back. He really couldn't afford to lose a fortune in legal expenses because his wife was pregnant with their first baby. But that was forgotten in his anger. This bitch wanted to play hard ball and he was perfectly willing to be the batter. He puffed up his chest and stood at his full height to confront the egotistical bitch. "You do what ever the fuck you think is necessary. As of this moment, I no longer work for this firm. If you try to stop me from leaving you'll deeply regret it. So I repeat. I quit you insufferable bitch." He turned to walk out.

Veronica was quickly behind him before he realised she was there. She snatched his collar and roughly jerked him back while kicking his legs out from under him. "SLAM!" Franklin hit the floor and was stunned. Her vicious attack had taken him completely by surprise. Veronica casually walked over and locked the door before turning back to him with a smile on her beautiful face. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear. So let's start over. There's a reason this company has my name on it. I not only run it, I own it. Which means I'm the boss. While you are a lowly employee who works under me and takes orders. So you see. When I say I forbid you to quit, you say yes ma'am and go back to work. Even a pathetic male brain like yours should be able to comprehend that. If you can't, I would be more then happy to discipline you until you learn. Now do as you're told or suffer the consequences." She warned with squinting eyes.

Franklin had regained his wits by the time she was finished with her speech. "Working in a mans world has given you delusions of grandeur lady. Having your name on a company you own doesn't make you Queen of the ball. You're just another little cog in the huge machine of the business world. Yet you sit in this office and think you have the right to order people around like they're dogs. Well I've got news for you bitch. This dog doesn't play that game. You may think you're hot shit. But all I see is a frightened little girl who attempts to bully people so she can feel important. And if you lay your hands on me again, you'll find out just how unimportant you really are. Discipline me indeed. That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life. Now back off before you get hurt." He confidently threatened.

"I gave you the opportunity to gracefully back down so you could save yourself. But like a typical male, you refused my offer because I'm a female and you don't believe you need to fear me as an adversary. That's why I love you men. You can always be counted on to run your big mouth so I get the chance to prove how wrong you are. Which by the way, I thoroughly enjoy doing. But I'll be fair about this. If you can get passed me, I'll allow you to quit and give you a generous severance pay. So it's time to put up or shut up little man. What's it going to be?" She asked with a smile. That works for me bitch. Franklin said to himself. I get the satisfaction of putting you in your place and make a shit load of cash in the process. I couldn't ask for a better deal. "That's fine with me bitch. I'll take that severance pay in cash." He said while he slipped off his jacket.

Veronica was rolling up the long sleeves of her silk top while he stood there rambling. Dammit to hell. I love this silk top. She said to herself. It's a shame it will be covered with blood stains when I get through with this pompous asshole. But he has to be taught a lesson. I can't allow my employees to run their mouth without punishing them. My reputation would be completely ruined. Besides, there's nothing more enjoyable then putting a cocky male in his place. "OK wimp. Let's settle this. I haven't disciplined anyone all day. So you have the privilege of being first." She confidently told him. It's going to be a pleasure to take this bitch down a notch. Franklin said to himself. She acts so fucking high and mighty it makes me sick. Women don't belong in a mans world anyway. Why can't they keep their asses at home where they belong. He stepped up to meet the bitch toe to toe.

Franklin reared back and threw a punch with all the power he could generate. He was thinking one punch was all he would need to end this farce and be on his way. But Veronica had other plans for her disobedient employee. And they didn't include him walking out of her office or anywhere else. She thought making him crawl would be more appropriate. She easily ducked under his potent swing and landed a hard kick to his stomach. "WHAM!" "UGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Franklin grunted and bent over. Veronica took full advantage of his generosity. "WHAP!" Her black leather boot exploded in his face and sent him reeling back. Veronica went after him with a smile and a purpose. Franklin managed to stop himself from slamming into the wall by bracing his hands against it. When he saw the blood dripping from his crushed nose he was angry as hell. He went back at her with a vengeance.

"Now your ass is mine." He hatefully said as he began slinging punches right and left. Veronica used her Karate and Jujitsu training to parry his blows until she found an opening. When it came, she began to fire on all cylinders. "SMACK!..SMACK!..WHAM!..WHAP!" All of a sudden his eyes were in a great deal of pain. Then his chest felt crushed before her booted foot connected on the side of his head. Franklin hit the floor like a ton of bricks. He constantly blinked his unfocused eyes while he tried to stop the room from spinning out of control. "You pitiful males need to come up with some new threats. Listening to the old ones is really getting tedious. Especially since you don't have the fighting skills to carry them out. You all make the same boastful statements and then you end up crawling at my feet. It's simply pathetic." She told the dazed man on the floor.

Franklin finally collected himself and climbed to his feet. Things were not exactly going as he had planned. But he was still confident he would prevail. She was only a female after all. So he waded back in with extreme determination. Veronica smiled and waited for the foolish man to reach her. Franklin attempted four heavy handed punches which were blocked or slapped away by the female warrior. But it didn't discourage him from his goal. He fired back with five more which met with the same results. Then six were swatted down like pesky insects. Then eight. He was getting winded and she was still standing in front of him unmarked. And the confident smirk on her lips was irritating him all to hell. So he decided to use her tactics and kick her. But he didn't have the expertise in Savate style fighting that Veronica had.

Veronica saw the kick coming a mile away. She calmly stepped to her left and grabbed his ankle after he missed. She was laughing while he hopped around on one foot to maintain his balance. Veronica suddenly lifted his leg higher in the air and kicked his other leg out from under him. "SLAM!" Franklin hit the floor like an imploded building collapsing. While he was down, her leather boots went to work on his lean body. Veronica loved the feeling of her feet destroying a cocky male. There was really nothing in the world quite like it. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..WHAP!" His body took one hell of a beating from her punishing feet before the toe of her boot plowed into his chin and nearly took his head off. Franklin saw stars dancing over his head while he lie there in a stupor.

Veronica clutched his shirt with both hands and dragged his delirious body up on his feet. Franklin was staring out into space like he was in another galaxy. Veronica released his shirt with her right hand and doubled up her fist. "Having a little trouble with your vision little man?" "SMACK!" The cartilage in his nose was shattered. "You must be having the same problem with your mouth." "SMACK!" His eye was throbbing in pain. "Because I don't hear it running like it was before." "SMACK!" Now his lips were busted and beginning to swell. "Then again, I did just put my foot in it." "SMACK!" His cheek bone began to swell. "Did you enjoy chewing on my black leather boot?" "SMACK!" A large bruise began to form on his chin. "Because I'm afraid they will be in your mouth quite a few times before I'm finished with your well deserved punishment." "SMACK!" Now his jaw was aching.

"WHAP!" The powerful kick to his chin sent his body flying. Franklin hit the floor about three feet away and tumbled like he was rolling down a hill. He came to rest against the wall in a semi conscious state. Veronica casually walked over to him like she was merely taking a stroll in the park. She jerked him up from the floor and slammed his body against the wall. "SLAM!" She firmly held him in place with her left hand while her right completely destroyed his stomach muscles. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Loud moans escaped his throat like he was dying. When his mid section was considerably softer, she stepped back and jammed her boot under his chin before he could collapse. Then she proceeded to slap him silly with her foot. Franklin was totally helpless and unable to stop the ruthless female.

"WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" She slapped one side of his face with the toe of her boot, and the other with her sole. Then she jammed her foot over his throat again to keep him from falling. "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" He was to far gone to defend himself from the irate female gladiator. "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" The poor man could only accept the terrible beating and pray she would soon be merciful. But mercy was one thing Veronica never gave her victims. It was a sign of weakness she would not tolerate. She would only end his suffering when she was absolutely sure he would be obedient to her demands. "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" When she finally released the badly beaten man he instantly dropped to his knees. Then he slumped forward until his head met her thigh. Veronica smiled while she watched him slowly slide down her leather clad leg until the side of his head was resting on her right foot. Franklin was out cold.

Any other person would have claimed their victory at that moment and ended his massacre. But Veronica was definitely not a compassionate woman. This pathetic male had dared to challenge her supreme authority. An unforgivable sin which in her eyes deserved a very severe punishment. She dragged the unconscious man away from the wall and undressed him. While his naked body lie there sleeping, she took the riding crop out of the drawer she kept on hand for occasions like this. Then she rolled her chair over to him and pulled him across her lap. His left arm was pinned under her gorgeous ass and his right was firmly held on his back in a painful hammer lock. When she had him situated, she slapped him awake with a smile on her beautiful face. Franklin noticed the precarious predicament he was in as soon as he was coherent and began to sob.

"Since you insist on behaving like an unruly child, then I am forced to treat you like one. So prepare yourself for a very harsh whipping you weak little sissy. "SWISH!..SWISH!..SWISH!..SWISH!..SWISH!" Her strong arm rose and fell like an unstoppable machine. Franklin's ear piercing screams could be heard all over the building. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Unfortunately for him, no one working in the firm was brave enough to attempt to save him. Several of them had incurred her wrath and painfully remembered the savage discipline she administered. Absolute fear of the dominate female held them in check. So poor Mister Franklin was on his own to cope with the pain as best he could. "SWISH!..SWISH!..SWISH!..SWISH!..SWISH!" His ass was covered with angry red welts when she dumped him off of her lap. Franklin was uncontrollably crying while he lie at her feet in misery.

"My leather boots are covered with your blood you worthless piece of shit. I suggest you crawl your ass over here and lick them clean before I decide to discipline you further." She sternly ordered the sobbing man. Franklin was completely broken. He was nothing more then a shell of the man he was when he walked through her door an hour ago. He moved his tortured body as fast as he could and crawled to the domineering female. When he reached her his tongue instantly shot out of his mouth and lapped the soft leather covering her feet like an obedient puppy. Veronica crossed her legs and casually swung her right foot over his head while he feverishly cleaned her left boot. It was shinning with his spit when she kicked him away from her left foot and replaced it with her right. He returned to his degrading mission while the lovely Veronica sat above him like a Queen.

Humiliation was spreading through his body like an unstoppable virus. He felt so ashamed of himself for obeying her disgusting command like a milk sop pussy. But his brutally beaten body was to damaged to attempt a rebellion. So he meekly lie there and licked the soft black leather until there was no trace of his spilled blood remaining. Finally Veronica kicked him away and stood up. She towered over his trembling body while she sternly chastised the foolish man for his utter stupidity. "My orders are to be obeyed immediately. Do you understand weakling? You never hesitate or argue with me over them. You simply do as you're told and keep your mouth shut. Everyone working in this firm understands that. And you better quickly learn it before I permanently injure your pathetic male body. I'm the boss. I give the orders. Your job is to carry them out to the best of your ability."

Veronica turned her back on him and went to her desk to put the riding crop back in the drawer. Franklin crawled over to retrieve his clothes and used the window sill to pull his sagging body to his feet. Extreme anger filled her voluptuous body when she turned back and saw what he was doing. She stormed over to painfully set him straight. Her leather clad leg traveled in an arc until her foot exploded against his temple. "WHAP!" Franklin crumbled to the floor like a house of cards falling apart. "I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DRESS!" She screamed in anger. Franklin lie at her feet crying his eyes out. "I guess you haven't completely learned your lesson." She said while hauling him back to his feet. The poor man was scared to death when he saw the hatred in her cold grey eyes.

"But I'm positive it will be clear to you by the time I'm finished showing you the error of your ways." Veronica held him steady and drove her foot into his chest with astonishing power. "WHAM!" Franklin left his feet and painfully collided with the wall. "SLAM!" Veronica quickly pulled him off of the floor and continued his destruction. "For such an intelligent man, you act incredibly ignorant at times." She said berating him. "WHAP!.....SLAM!" Another solid kick nearly broke his jaw. He hit the floor like a wet dish rag and lie there squalling like a new born baby. But his pitiful crying didn't faze the pissed off tigress. She was in her element and on a mission. The idiot male needed to be taught a lesson and she was the perfect person for the job. "But I'm sure I can beat some sense into your idiotic male brain."

She dragged him back to his feet and drilled him in the chest with a bone breaking front kick. "WHAM!" Franklin felt as if he had been kicked by a herd of wild horses. He seriously wondered if his breast plate was still intact. But he didn't have long to think about it. Veronica snatched him by the hair and jerked him up again. "What part of I give the orders while you obey them did you not understand you mindless moron?" "WHAP!" The sole of her boot flattened his nose to his face and puffed up his lips like they had been filled with air. Franklin was as limp as a rag doll when she picked him back up. "But I wouldn't fret if I were you pansy ass. You'll eventually learn your place. "WHAP!" The toe of her boot connected with his chin and instantly turned his lights out. Franklin landed at her feet sound asleep.

Her anger wasn't sufficiently under control yet. But she did need him in good enough shape to fulfill his duties over the weekend. So Veronica walked away and allowed it to cool down. When she felt it was safe, she nudged him with her foot until his swollen eyes opened. "Get up on your knees and don't open your foolish mouth. Because I might accidentally kill you if you make a sound." She advised the battered man. Franklin struggled to his knees and quietly knelt there with his chin resting on his chest. Huge tears were streaming down his multi colored cheeks. But he held his heavy sobs in so he wouldn't make her angry. Veronica grabbed him by the hair and turned her back to the docile man kneeling at her feet. "Let's make sure you know your place wimp. Kiss my ass." She commanded. Franklin immediately pressed his swollen lips on the soft leather and firmly kissed her ass. She pulled his battered head to her other cheek and he passively kissed it as well.

"Good boy." She praised as she released him and turned back around. Veronica placed her fingers under his chin to lift his drooping head so she could look him in the eyes. The fear she saw there sent a thrill rushing through her perfectly shaped female body. "Am I going to have anymore trouble with you weakling?" She asked. "No Miss Rockwell." He whimpered. "Good. Don't ever back talk or threaten me again. The next time I might not be so lenient with you. Do your job and follow my orders to the letter. Then we won't have a problem. Is that clear?" She sternly asked. "Yes Miss Rockwell." He submissively answered. "Good boy. Now put your clothes on and get the hell out of my sight. You have an ad campaign to finish by Monday morning." She said as she went to her desk.

Franklin painfully crawled over to his clothes and got dressed without saying a word. Then he stumbled out the door and down the hall to his office. Veronica put her feet up on her desk and leaned back to relax. A smile appeared on her beautiful face when she raised her arms and laced her fingers behind her head. Another insubordinate male was completely under her control. Life as the supreme ruler definitely had it's advantages. And she certainly had the knowledge and strength to remain on top of the heap. Ultimate power was a seductive drug she would use to overdose for the rest of her life.