SM owns all. This is my "What If" story. If you are under 18, have triggers for spanking, violence, lemons please do not read. My vamps don't sparkle, can eat rare meats, eggs, and drink whiskey and coffee, along with animal blood. The sun does not kill them it only weakens them making them vulnerable to attack. Any male can send his mate his displeasure via what Carlisle calls "Daddy Vibes". This is not Daddy kink. The males are all Alpha's and practice Domestic Discipline and BDSM within their marriages and homes.
I hope you like this story. Thanks for reading.
I will add again, there is spanking in these stories of mine. They are not abuse stories. . If you don't like my story just stop reading it. No flames please.
Summary: Cullen Corporation Inc., a large corporate firm with many holdings, tends to employ females. Many ladies owe their start in the business world to internships with them. They have fingers in everything from research development to escort services, all run out of a 40 story skyscraper, downtown; in a large metropolitan city. Every member of the family has a position with the company. The second oldest son, Edward, along with co-running the huge Human Resources Department on the 35th Floor has another job; one most of the 2000 employees will never know. He is the Disciplinarian for the firm's females, and he is good at his job. You never want to be sent to room 3510. If you are, along with possibly being fired, you will most certainly end up with a very painful backside. Since every employee signs a NDA, this is only a rumor, but one that never goes away. Something else no one knows is Edward has found his mate; she just doesn't know it yet. How does he know that? Well, the family that runs this corporation just happens, to be vampires.
Another day, at least it's not snowing. After being gone for four days on our Caribbean Island, the entire family, including cousins, met to discuss the Company holdings. We have sold some, bought others, fired several employees, and hired replacements. The list goes on...now it's good to be home. I also should have another list in my inbox today to be dealt with. Every three weeks I get a special list just for me; my "naughty girl list".
Made by my sister Rose, it lists the complaints from customers and fellow employees about our girls. She is my female Human Resources partner, along with our cousin Irina, but her office is on the 25th floor. Sometimes, I just need to write up a suspension or a reprimand. Other times, it's a more "hands on" approach. Many a wonderful girl has worked here over the years, each going on either to happy careers, or to a marriage and a family. Mom is always proudest of those.
Then there are the ones she and Rose try to save, the poor ones we give a chance to. The broken ones we can sometimes help, but not always, no matter what we do. Since Emmett added the escort service, for the men and women we do business with, ten years ago, it has worked well. We keep them happy and entertained. We even own a club, a very private club.
Mom has very strict rules about no sex with clients, and no shaking them down. This is where I come in...I didn't want the job, but since everyone else was committed, it fell to me. A certain pair of "ladies" tried just that; not only were they having sex with our clients, but they were blackmailing them too.
Needless to say, after two hours that included a trip to the spanking bench, which I purchased just for that occasion, and a little serious persuasion by me, they confessed their transgressions and were shipped off to another client. One who would see they never worked anywhere around us again. It then became my duty to discipline now and then.
Because of that time six years ago, I have made a special room, number 3510 to be exact. In this room, there is a sofa, a very comfy side chair- never used by them, a spanking bench, and a cabinet with assorted paddles, canes and a belt.
The lighting is special and to my advantage; they can only see my eyes over my shades when they are sitting in front of me. Soundproofed walls, along with a desk and a very uncomfortable chair nearly complete the room. Add a small bathroom, a folding privacy screen, and deep red walls, and it's perfect.
Sometimes the mere threat of having to come to this room again keeps them from ever getting punished in the first place. I can be very scary if I need to be. The really good girls, who for whatever reason messed up, will never be back, and go on to lead full lives.
It's the stinkers that drive me mad. If you are here more than twice, you are almost always fired. Most of the ladies employed here have never seen me, unless they work on the 33rd or 35th floors, where I come and go. I use a private elevator, so I truly am "Mr. Mysterious" to most of the company.
Turning on my computer, I see there is an email to "Mr. Mysterious"; Rose's little inside joke to me. Oh Crap, three girls. Two I know are from the 30th floor and are trouble makers. Well, one of them will be fired today, after I send her away with a little goodbye blistered bottom, that is.
But the third name...no way, not one of the girls on my floor. She has never even blinked the wrong way. I can't for the life of me understand what her name is doing on the "naughty list".
Rose is still out of town with Emmett on another "honeymoon" in Barbados. Better there than at home; the noise the two of them make when they are in the honeymoon mode is unbearable. Ugh is all I can say. It's a nightmare for the rest of the family.
I'll deal with the first two before lunch, let the mouthy one be escorted out, and then the other can see how she likes eating when she won't be able to sit for days.
Now the third girl - what in the world did you do, my little darling girl? No one knows that I love Isabella, my researcher. Not even Peter, although I'm sure he suspects. She is special to me, but I would never inflict this life on her, so I keep my distance here at work, and watch her sometimes during the night.
She and her sister Charlotte have had so many terrible things happen in their lives; both their parents were gone by the time they were sixteen. They are twins, not identical, still I can see it because they are and will always be special to me.
Mom will be angry with us both for not claiming our mates as we only find them once. Still, how can I take the life she has now away from her? Maybe she and Charlotte have plans. I know they don't have boyfriends.
My "girl" should not be on this list at all. If she were ever going to do something naughty, it would have happened long before today.
However, now that she's on the list, I must do something. Whatever it is, it won't be the spanking bench here at work. Once I get her to move in with us, then maybe. We do have a playroom. Maybe a trip over my knees...now that is something I will never do, with anyone. Still, she is mine, even if she doesn't know it. Yes, maybe I will let her meet her mate after all.
Isabella, my love, is sitting at her desk not far from my office door. Through the side light window, I can see her typing away, my little angel. I smirk as she grimaces and has to correct something she just typed. I wish I could hear her mind, especially right now. I have never been able to; so far, she is silent to me.