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The Hundred Million Pound Will
The lawyer was young and ambitious and all his enquiries had suggested that she was a hotshot when it came to probate, just the kind he needed. Although while he was waiting he couldn't help but notice her long stockinged legs descending from a short tight skirt that was barely adequate and loose enough to be respectable. Even before she stood up, he could see that she had a good figure, but once she did stand and turn for him, then he was sold. Many a beautiful women had fallen off Sir John's radar by lacking in the bottom department.

When she finally deigned to see him, he noticed that the designer spectacles were fake and that she was obviously wearing them for effect. A faux pass that he would take pleasure in dealing with.

"I have looked at your proposal, Sir John, and I am not sure I can accredit it," she began without preamble. Despite trying hard to seem officious, she licked her lips nervously. The details of the proposed will were unusual to say the least and since she had read it, she had been strangely affected.

"Oh, Miss Lyon, I am sure you can," Sir John said smoothly.

"I am really not sure that this is legal, it certainly isn't ethical," Kerry Lyons replied, slightly irritated by his use of the Miss.

"The ethics you can leave to me. As for legal, in my world possession is nine tenths of the law, and if you tell my niece it is legal then she will be forced to accept it." Sir John smiled like a Cheshire cat playing with a very tasty mouse.

"Sir John, I am not concerned with nine tenths, I only deal in all of the law..."

"Miss Lyon, has anyone ever put you over their knee and given you a damn good spanking?"

Kerry's mouth hung open and she could scarce draw a breath.

"Sir John I don't see..."

"A very sound spanking on your bare bottom until it was quite red and all your sitting privileges are put in jeopardy?" Sir John said, standing up and removing his jacket.

"What are you...? I mean Sir John this is most..." Kerry eyed the intercom button wondering if she should get help.

"Miss Lyon. Come here," Sir John said forcefully as he rolled up his sleeves and took a step towards her.

"Sir John, you can't ... I mean this is totally..." Kerry gulped and ran around so that the desk was still between them.

"Miss Lyon. Come here. I won't tell you again," Sir John said in a voice that could not be resisted as he sat in her chair.

Kerry took three hesitant steps towards her client before she realised it, moving as she did into the range of his arms. Sir John took hold of her gently yet firmly and tipped her over his lap.