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He was so much bigger and stronger than me. He had a physique that made absolutely no sense on a gemologist or a jewelry store owner. I shifted from one foot to the other and tried once more to push up. Using every last bit of my strength, I threw everything I had into trying to escape from the bent over position he’d pinned me in, but it was as useless as a paper umbrella in the middle of a hurricane. He kept me in place so easily that it would have been embarrassing if anyone had seen it.
The gravity of the situation finally hit me.
I was locked in the shop after hours with Murtagh, and there was nothing I could do about it. There would be nobody to rescue me because Sasha was on vacation with a new boyfriend. She wouldn’t be home for another week. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t be able to defend myself. I didn’t even have the slimmest chance of winning a fight against him. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to grapple with the insanity of my current reality.
I was so fucked. Literally and figuratively fucked.
He could decide to spank me, rip my clothes off and take my virginity whether I liked it or not, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop him.
“Please, be reasonable. You can’t spank me. I’m eighteen and that would break every rule in the HR rule book,” I explained like I was the expert in the subject, and he simply chuckled like I’d said the funniest thing on the planet.
“I own this place, Zazie. I am the HR department,” he laughed, and my stomach twisted tighter with nervous tension.
“I’m an adult,” I whined. I lifted my leg and tried to kick him, but he easily wrangled my leg with his and pinned it against the desk too.
“I know, and you deserve to be spanked like one,” he countered, and I screeched as I grappled with the reality of this actually happening.
“I don’t want you to spank me!” I pouted, feeling I should be clear here. I didn’t want it, and I was inwardly pissed at myself that I had gone with the ‘I’m an adult!’ argument that had never worked even on my grandma when I was getting chewed out, instead of the, ‘I’m jus’ a widdle goyl, don’t spank me too hard…’ strategy. Thoroughly held in place, I finally slumped against the desk, coming to terms with the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to escape unless he let me.
I was definitely screwed.
With one arm pinned over my back, he ran his fingertips down my arm and then towards my hip. His hand brushed against my backside, and I jumped, the unexpected contact almost more than I could bear.
Wait. What was he doing? He wasn’t going to lift my skirt, was he?
As his hand journeyed further, I came to the startling conclusion that was exactly what he was doing. I renewed my struggle, putting everything I had left into fighting him off and failing so utterly and completely that I blushed with shame.
“Let me go! Somebody help me!” I shrieked.
“No one is going to help you, naughty girl. You need to be punished, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen,” he said darky, and a shiver raced down my spine.
“Wait, you can’t!”
“I could call the cops, little thief, but I think a sore bottom will be enough to suffice for your little transgression,” he answered, pushing down even more firmly on the hand that was pinning my arms to my lower back.
As much as I couldn’t believe it, I knew that he was in control. There was no victory against him.
I was going to get spanked, and there wasn’t the slightest thing I could do about it.
Maybe I could take it well and he’d be merciful. Hopefully, it wouldn’t really hurt. I mean, parents had punished children this way for ages, which meant that it couldn’t really sting that much. Hell, I’d been through worse: broken bones, stubbed toes, the works.
“Please, don’t lift my skirt,” I begged.
He didn’t listen.
Instead, he reached down and did exactly that, scrunching it up to the small of my back as I closed my eyes. I wished I’d worn thicker tights. These were just something I put on so that I wasn’t showing so much leg. I should have gone with fully opaque ones.
“These tights are pretty, but your bottom is going to be entirely bare for your spanking,” he replied, and the breath caught in the back of my throat.
Bare?
“No! Please!” I wailed, but he didn’t listen to that, either.
Without pause, he gripped my tights in his hands and tore them like they were no more than a sheet of paper.
Oh God! What panties was I even wearing? Were they pretty? Sexy even, maybe?
“These are very cute, little thief. It’s a shame they need to come down,” he murmured.
