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He’s going to spank me.
I can’t let that happen.
Everything in me tells me to kick, fight, run, but he’s too strong and the most I can do is wriggle against his lap. Which only serves to make him give a deep dark chuckle, laughing at me and my weak attempts to run for safety.
“You can’t get away from me.” He smooths his hand over my skirt. “And in a moment, I don’t think you’ll want to, anyway.”
“I wouldn’t want to? Are you joking? What woman in her right mind would want to let a man…”
“Spank her?” His hand grips my waist. “Say it.”
“Who would let a man…” The word rests on the tip of my tongue, humiliating and—he tightens his hold on my waist. “S-spank her,” shame fills me after I say the taboo word, “spank her like this?”
“You will. Right now.” He smooths his hand over my ass again. I feel him lift it in the air. My body tenses, anticipating the first spank of my life. His hand comes down, softer than I anticipate.
And that’s not the only thing that surprises me. The spank lands in the center of my ass, sending sparks of heat over my skin. He spanks me again, a hearty smack on the right cheek, followed by a matching spank on the left. I give a shameful moan. I’ve never felt anything like this, the stinging smart that sends pulses through my pussy.
What is happening to my body? Why am I so turned on right now? I had no idea grown men even did this to grown women. Though grown is a stretch for me, but not for him.
He’s got to be almost twice my age and now here I am, lying over his lap, pinned to his hard thighs, him spanking me like a naughty little girl. And my pussy is acting like this isn’t just a-okay; it’s actually just great.
He spanks me again, harder this time, the blast of pain causing a wave of heat to course through my pussy.
“If you break one of my rules—and in this office, there are many—the consequences aren’t just limited to spanking. There are all kinds of delicious things I can think to do with a naughty girl to get her to obey me.”
My words come out a whisper. “Like what?”
His hand comes down on my ass again, and I can feel the sting spread throughout my body. I push back against him, craving more of the delicious pain.
“Like tying you up and teasing you until you beg for release. Like using a flogger or a paddle to make you squirm. Or maybe even pulling out some of my toys and seeing how many times I can make you come before you pass out from pleasure.”
As he continues to spank me, my mind is a whirlwind of emotions—desire, confusion, and a hint of fear. I can feel my pussy clenching for friction, wanting more but also not sure if it’s what I should want.
His words about consequences and his power over me only add to the arousal coursing through my body. I can’t deny the thrill of being under his control, of being punished by him.
But at the same time, I can’t help but wonder about the other women who have been in this position before me. What were their motivations? Were they like me, torn between desire and confusion?
Or did they willingly submit to his dominance?
Is this one of the family secrets? Kinky office antics where the bosses take charge by putting naughty women over their desks for spankings?
I’m snapped out of my thoughts as he abruptly stops spanking me and says, “Now that we’ve established the consequences for breaking rules, let’s discuss your responsibilities as my assistant.”
“Don’t you think we should do this face to face?” I ask, keeping my tone submissive as I’m hanging over his lap and still feeling the effects of the spanking. But I want this job now—I need this job and the spanking thing wasn’t so bad, was it? I’m eager to prove myself as a valuable employee.
“No.” He smooths his hand over my ass in the most delicious way. I hold back a moan, already have making it obvious to him how much he’s turning me on. “Your main responsibility will be taking care of my schedule and making sure everything runs smoothly. But there may be times when I require… other services from you,” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
My face heats up at his insinuation. Does he mean sexual services? Is that part of my job description now?
But before I can ask any questions, he says, “I have high expectations for you, Miss Watkins. And I plan on making sure you meet them in every way possible,” he says, his hot breath tickling my ear as he leans down.
Feeling my pussy throb in response to his promises, he spanks me once more before telling me more about his terms. “Like I said, discretion is key.”
I ask, “And exactly what family matters will I be concealing?”
“We’ll get to those things in time.” He runs his open hand over my curves, sending shivers down my spine. If all his punishments feel like this, I’ll be forced to disobey. “But first, let’s get this skirt off.”
My body tenses into one frozen Lily Popsicle. “Take my skirt off? No way?—”
