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“No?”
I immediately realized my faux pas. “No, sir.”
“Better. When you’re finished undressing, lie across my desk, spread out your arms and grip the edges.”
The sound of his voice continued to echo in my warped mind as I fumbled with the button and zipper on the back of my skirt. The melodic music was slightly comforting, but I continued to realize this would be a huge mistake. It would seem there was no turning back now. Maybe that helped provide the courage I needed to fight the tight material of my skirt as I attempted to drag it over my hipbones.
I could swear the water had made it shrink. I closed my eyes as I finished, forced to yank off one stiletto then the other. As I took several deep breaths, trying to get control of myself, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my thong.
Why in God’s name had I chosen to wear a skimpy pair of panties tonight? The answer was far too obvious. Because I hadn’t wanted panty lines to show.
My throat started to close as the wafting of air from an open vent blew across my throbbing pussy. I’d been hot and wet from the moment I walked in, and it had nothing to do with the wretched storm.
As hysterical as it sounded, I was thankful I’d worn a sexy color, as if that should matter in the least. I was as thrown by my mechanical reaction as I was to the entire situation, finding myself poised over his ornately carved wooden desk as if this was a regular occurrence. As I’d done before, I allowed my tongue to sweep across my bottom lip only, trying to ease the dryness.
And I couldn’t resist snatching a quick look at his rounded butt, struck by how much the worn denim caressed his buttocks. No man should appear so sexy in casual attire. That wasn’t fair to the female species.
My cheeks were burning when he turned around, catching me gawking at him. I quickly averted my gaze, digging my fingers into the edge of the wood. Later, I would ask myself why I had allowed this to happen, but right now, all I could concentrate on was the level of excitement continuing to build like a wall of fire.
He took his time with his approach, which only added to the heightened level of anxiety. I’d never been spanked a day in my life. This was insane, not something any woman could care for. Well, I knew some women preferred a man with a firm hand, but I wasn’t one of them.
Or was I?
Another jolt of reality hit me and I jerked up from the table. Sadly, my legs remained like noodles, refusing to cooperate. “You can’t do this.”
“I can and I will.” He pressed his hand down on the small of my back, waiting until I stopped fighting him before yanking my blouse up by a few inches. “I’m certain you don’t want me to start over so maintain your position.”
I wasn’t prepared for the sharpness of the sting as he cracked whatever he had in his hand down on my backside. All I knew was that it stung like a mother, my entire body shaking.
“Oh, God. There’s been some… mistake. You can’t be. I mean…” I couldn’t even put a coherent sentence together at this point. All my senses were alive, electrified from the very taboo moment as well as being this close to the man.
“No mistake, my good girl. You deserve your punishment and deep down inside you know that.” He brought down the method of pain three more times and only then did I realize it was some kind of strap, but he was still wearing his belt.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that he had a cabinet full of items to punish a bad girl with. Who did that kind of thing? I remained shocked as the spanking continued, my body jerking with every brutal strike, my mind barely processing what was happening.
However, the fact I was completely and utterly aroused make me sick inside, repulsed at myself. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so out of sorts.
This was crazy.
Utter madness.
But I was panting as if I was enjoying it.
Maybe I was.
He was providing me with harsh discipline with much more force than before, the movement shoving me into the desk. I was clawing the wood, whimpering like a child with every distinct strike. The combination of pain and pleasure was disturbing, so much so I was lost in a heavy fog of emotions and desires.
When he stopped for a few seconds, caressing my enflamed skin, I tried to push up from the desk all over again, finally noticing our combined reflection in the window. I was even able to catch his eyes as he caught my gaze.
The man was nothing but an animal.
He returned to his task, cracking down the strap with fervor. I had no idea how many he issued but finally, he placed the strap down by my head and I could breathe again, thinking the ordeal was over.
When I pressed my hands against the desk, no longer able to feel my legs, suddenly both of his hands were placed on either side of me.
“Not so fast, my good girl.”
“Why?” Why had I dared to ask? It was like poking a bear.
