consequences of your actions.” While he spoke, he continued spanking me. “You need to understand exactly what I expect from my employees. What is allowable. If you forget, I’ll be obligated to remind you again.”
He
My ass felt warm and sensitive from his spanking, and I bucked my hips trying to get his finger deeper. “I don’t know, Mr. West. Maybe you should punish me more.”
He collected the paddle from the desk. “If you insist, Ms. King.”
“I’m afraid it’s the only way I’ll learn my lesson.”
The paddle smacked against the skin of my ass, and I moaned.
“Here are the rules you’ll obey if you continue working for me.” As he spoke, he brought the paddle down over and over.
“You will dress appropriately.”
“No more garters and ill-fitting outfits that show off your body.”
“No more personal phone calls to your boyfriend during office hours.”
“No more flirting with male employees. Including me.”
“No more forgetfulness.”
“And when I tell you to come to my office immediately, you’re to come to my office immediately.”
“Am I understood, Ms. King?”
Before I could answer, his hands were on me, teasing and tickling my swollen flesh.
He landed a slap to my ass, but with his hand instead of the paddle. “I asked you a question, Ms. King.”
Right. Right. Right.
“Uh,” I pretended to stammer. “What was the question again?”
He spanked me harder. “Do you understand how you are to act when you are in my employ?”
I shifted my legs, desperate for friction. “Yes, Mr. West. I understand.”
He sighed. “I should fire you anyway. I’ve never had to do anything like this before.”
The office fell into silence. The only sounds audible were the steady
I slowly lifted myself from the table and looked behind me. He’d moved back a few steps, but was smiling.
“You’ll probably have me arrested,” he said.
I unbound my wrists and dropped the belt to the floor. “I’d never have you arrested.”
He shook his head. “Treating you like that.”
“I needed it.”
“No,” he said. “There’s no excuse for the way I acted.”
“But I’ll be good now, Mr. West.” I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Slipped the straps from my shoulders. Dropped the flimsy garment to the floor. “Let me show you how good I can be.”
He adjusted his pants.
“I just spanked you for that sort of behavior,” he said.
I shook my head. “I’m not flirting. I’m showing you what a good girl I am.” I hopped on his desk, biting the inside of my cheek at the slight tinge of discomfort. I scooted forward and brought my feet up to rest on the desk, bending and spreading my knees, making sure he saw exactly what he wanted. “Please, Mr. West.”
He moved closer, looking for all the world like a cat stalking its prey. “How good can you be?”
“Come find out. I’ll make it worth your while.”
He unbuttoned his pants as he walked. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Oh, Mr. West,” I said, eyeing his cock. “You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend.”
A smile played on his lips. “Am I?”
“Yes,” I said. “But perhaps a wee bit smaller than my master.” I looked up and met his eyes. “He’s huge.”
He laughed softly and stepped out of his pants. With two short steps, he was before me, standing between my legs.
“Let’s get you out of this shirt, shall we?” I asked, my hands making quick work of the first two buttons. I grew impatient at the third, grabbed the material and jerked. “Oops,” I said as his buttons bounced off the desk and floor.
“You ripped my shirt, Ms. King,” he said. “I’ll have to spank you again.”
“I look forward to it, Mr. West.” I slipped the torn shirt from his shoulders, running my hands across his chest.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “You certainly look delicious.”
I leaned back, offering my breasts to him. “Why don’t you have a taste?”
He answered with action, dropping his head to my neck and running his tongue along the hollow there. His teeth nibbled their way down to one nipple and then the other. He suckled me gently, almost reverently, before trailing kisses back up and whispering in my ear. “Just as I thought. You’re delectable.”
I captured his head with my hands and did my own whispering, surprised at how easily the words came out. “You should taste my pussy.”
He bit my earlobe. “I’m shocked, Ms. King.” But he slid a finger between my open legs, dipping momentarily into me, and brought it back out. He licked it with the tip of his tongue. “Though, how very true.”
I pulled him to me, drawing pleasure from the feel of his chest against mine, his warmth surrounding me. I ran my nails lightly down his back. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Mr. West.”
He pulled my legs around his waist. “Then far be it for me to make you wait any longer.”
With one forceful thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. “Fuck, Ms. King.”
We didn’t talk anymore, focusing our attention on the movement of our bodies. Enjoying the way they pulled and pushed against the other. He growled low in my ear, and I responded with my own guttural moans.
Each thrust forced my hips to move along the hard wooden desk, and the feel of it, combined with the lingering ache of his spanking, drove me to work faster to my orgasm. He thrust even quicker, even harder, sending currents of pleasure swirling through my body.
“Mr. West,” I gasped, tightening my legs around him.
“You were right, Ms. King,” he said with a powerful thrust, hitting a spot deep within me. “You are good.”
My need to release grew stronger, and I struggled to hold back until he gave permission.
“Can I?” I begged. “I’m going.”
He thrust again. “Yes.”
His head dropped to my shoulder, and I trembled as his teeth grazed my skin.
“Fuck,” I said. “Harder.”
His only response was a sharp nip to my shoulder, but that’s all it took. My climax shot through me, and I came hard. He continued his rhythm, his pace unrelenting as he drove himself to his own climax. The muscles of his back tightened under my hands, and I felt him release inside me.
With a soft sigh, he relaxed. “You have a job here for as long as you want, Ms. King.”
