She followed him down the hallway, her heart thumping. The short distance from her desk to his office seemed to take forever. His light blue shirt was coming untucked at the back and his tailored pants stretched tight across his backside as he walked. She longed to reach out and tuck it in, but instead she rubbed her clammy hands on her skirt and tried to swallow back her nervousness.
Like the perfect gentleman, he held the door open and stood back, allowing her to enter, smacking her butt playfully as she did so. She heard the click of the lock in the door and gulped. This was serious. He looked stern, but there was a playful glint in his eye. What was he up to?
“Are you trying to get me fired?” she asked. “Twice in one day... people are going to start talking!”
“On the contrary, little girl. I’m trying to ensure that when I return from trial, you’re still here.”
Her eyes were locked on his as slowly, deliberately he removed his cufflinks, dropping them into a silver ashtray on his desk. She watched, transfixed, as slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, his long fingers folded back the cuff of his shirt, then folded it again and again, rolling his sleeve right up to his elbow. She hadn’t realised how sexy it could be, watching a man roll up his sleeves. It was impossible for her to tear her gaze away and her pussy throbbed in time with her pulse. She wanted him so bad. How did a guy with a desk job get such impressive muscles?
When both muscular forearms were bare, he walked around behind his desk and rummaged through the piles for a moment. Her eyes widened as he plucked the heavy wooden ruler out from under a stack of plastic folders and tapped it against his palm. Even with the big desk as a barrier between them, Matthew looked menacing. Imposing. Dominant. He pointed the end of the ruler at a clear space in the middle of his desk. “Bend over my desk, little girl.”
Slowly, Jilly obeyed. Confusion rocked her. As she laid her torso on the antique mahogany desk, stretching her fingers under the rolled edge of the far side, her legs weren’t trembling in fear this time, nor was her belly in knots. She wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, that now-familiar ache between her legs had returned with a vengeance, flooding the insides of her thighs with her juices. Her tight nipples danced against her bra, begging to be freed. She ground her chest against the desktop, trying to find some relief.
She heard rather than saw Matthew move around his desk to stand behind her and she flinched slightly at the cool touch of his fingers at he gently lifted up her skirt, folding it up and spreading it out across her back, out of the way, exposing her naked rear end to his gaze. She gasped at the hard coldness of the wood as he touched the ruler to her bottom.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Following instructions and keeping this bottom bare for Daddy.” She smiled at the approval in his voice, wiggling her bottom in response to the way he rubbed the ruler up and down her bottom. He kept rubbing, and she moaned deep in her throat, arching her back, pressing her bottom up toward the ruler, offering herself to him.
“We’re going to go over some rules, little girl,” he said. “When I come back from trial I want to find you working hard, healthy, safe in your job, and I want to be able to focus on the trial and not be worried about whether or not you’re taking care of yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, too distracted by the delicious rubbing of the ruler over her naked skin to really listen to his words.
Smack! The light crack of the ruler across the crest of her bottom made her jump and yelp. It was a shock, after the gentle rubbing, to feel the biting sting of the hard wood.
“Tell me your rules,” he commanded, slapping the ruler against her bottom lightly again.
“I... I don’t know, sir,” she whimpered, squirming.
“Think.” He smacked her again, harder now, and she instinctively drew inward, away from the sting, but the heavy desk beneath her belly prevented her from shrinking too far.
“No being late!” she cried, hoping that she was on the right track.
She was. Immediately, the rubbing returned again, the cold of the wood soothing now, cooling her warm skin.
After just a few moments the rubbing stopped and the smacking started again, sharp taps that weren’t a punishment, but hurt too much to be purely pleasure.
“Another one.”
She hesitated, and a harder whack landed, with enough of a sting to make her yelp.
“Taking all my breaks!” she yelled, relief flooding through her as the ruler returned to a soothing rubbing again.
“Good girl,” Matthew encouraged. “What else is there?” He stopped rubbing and held the ruler still, pressing against her, in a kind of silent warning.
Jilly sucked in a breath. There were more rules? What were they? She racked her brain. They had discussed this, she knew. But darned if she could remember what they had said!
“I... I don’t know,” she stammered, clenching her buttocks together in anticipation of another swat.
As if she’d invited it, it fell, a bit harder than before. “Hurry up,” Matthew growled. He tapped the ruler across the middle of both cheeks, a quick rhythm. “Quickly!”
When she didn’t immediately answer the swats increased in both intensity and tempo and she couldn’t breathe. All she could focus on was the relentless smacking of the ruler.
“Gossiping!” she
