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Oh, sweet Baby Jesus. It finally hit me what pair they were.
Covered in little pretty pink hearts and roses, they were something that would be in a teenager’s closet rather than a grown woman’s. If I had known a man was going to be seeing my ass today, I would have picked a red lacey pair or maybe a black one. Definitely not these.
My cheeks reddened so hot that it felt like they had caught flame. I knew he was looking at them. He’d even said it out loud, which made it worse. I prayed for a black hole to open up beneath me and swallow me up, but I didn’t have that kind of luck.
This day was shit. Total fucking shit.
I wasn’t getting out of bed tomorrow. After today, I deserved a whole week off before I even cracked open the Wanted Ads. Swallowing back my shame, I pulled my shoulders back and arched my spine.
“Whatever, pervert. Do your worst,” I dared him, which was probably stupid of me, but I was feeling defensive now that I was bent over my boss’ desk about to get my panties pulled down for a bare bottom spanking.
So be it.
“You’re going to regret that, little thief,” he mused, and I gritted my teeth.
I could do this. I’d take the spanking and then after it was over, I’d walk out of here and never come back.
His fingers slid along the waistband of my far too girly panties, and his touch was enough to send the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach into overdrive.
Shit. This was really happening.
He curled his fingers underneath the hem and then slowly started to pull them down.
I had thought it was going to be bad.
It was so much worse.
Shame sliced through me like a hot knife through butter. My cheeks burned in a way that made me feel scalded, and my heart was thrumming so fast in my chest that I thought it was going to beat right out of it. My blood boiled inside of me as he pulled my panties down inch by inch, revealing all of my bare ass and everything in between my legs.
There was no doubt in my mind that he could see my pussy too.
I squeezed my thighs together as tightly as I could, but I had a feeling that did little to hide my most private of places. With a heavy swallow, I breathed in and out and tried to be brave for whatever was going to happen next.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“No,” I lied, my voice wavering just a bit more than I wanted it to.
“Don’t lie to me, little thief. I can see your legs trembling,” he observed out loud, and I didn’t give him the pleasure of a response.
“That’s not all I can see, Zazie. Want to know what else?” he pressed.
“No,” I assured firmly, because I was terrified of what he was about to say.
I wasn’t naïve. Even though the feeling of sexual desire was quite foreign to me, I knew my entire body was pulsing with it. Every inch of me was swirling with heat, from my hard nipples still safely encased in my bra, to my core which was squeezing tighter and tighter with unreleased need with every passing second.
“I think you’re enjoying the thought of being punished, little thief. I can see the threads of your arousal dripping between your thighs,” he continued, and my shame compounded on itself, collapsing inwards and sweeping me along for the ride.
I’d ignored the way the sensitive little bundle of nerves between my thighs was throbbing. I’d blissfully overlooked the wetness dripping down my inner thighs, telling myself it was simply too warm in the office, and I was sweating because of that, but I knew better.
It wasn’t sweat. It was arousal.
And now I had no choice but to face it.
CHAPTER 4
Zazie
This can’t be happening.
