to come to your lab and bend over your knee and let you spank me!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Actually, you will be bent over my desk,” he rumbled with deceptive mildness. “Unless you prefer my knee?”
“No, I don’t prefer your knee! I don’t prefer to be spanked anywhere at all!” Sammi exclaimed.
“Very well.” Roark went to the door of his office and threw it open for her. “Then you may leave. Good day, Samantha.”
Sammi stared in appalled silence at the open door and then up at her boss. She literally had no idea what to say. She’d never even imagined such a scenario when she took this job—it was unthinkable. For a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming.
“Go on,” Roark nodded at the open door. “Please leave. I’ll send you a credit slip for the hours you’ve worked today along with your termination notice.”
“But…” Sammi’s mouth was dry as she remembered the pictures on her phone and the note on the counter of her house back in Tampa. It would also look really bad on her résumé to have worked only four hours at a job with the prestigious Commander Roark before being fired. “But I need this job!” she blurted out.
“All right, then.” Roark closed the door and walked back to loom over her. “In that case, you’d better bend over my desk and raise your skirt.”
“I…you can’t…” But it appeared that he could. The question was—was she going to let him?
Lifting her chin, Sammi glared up into those strange, stern eyes. Roark looked back at her, unflinching and it felt to Sammi like he was looking into her very soul. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she could feel her cheeks getting hot. She was determined not to be intimidated but there was something about his stern demeanor that did something to her. As she looked at him, she felt a strange tightening in her lower belly—a heat between her thighs that hadn’t been there before.
Wait…was this strange scenario with her boss actually turning her on?
Don’t be stupid! Sammi told herself angrily. Of course it’s not turning you on! He’s being an overbearing asshole, demanding you let him spank you for some minor infraction! This is crazy—this is wrong! This is ridiculous.
But no matter how she described the predicament she found herself in, she couldn’t think of any way out of it other than to let Roark spank her.
Clenching her hands into fists, she bent stiffly over the desk, bracing herself against its edge.
“Very good,” Roark murmured. “But I believe I told you to pull your skirt up, Samantha. And have the goodness to remove your lab coat as well, please.”
“Can’t believe I’m doing this!” Sammi muttered to herself as she rose and took off her white lab coat in quick, jerky motions. She tossed it over to her workstation, where it hit the chair and slithered to the floor with a rustling sound. Then she grabbed her black pencil skirt and began to yank it up, baring first the backs of her thighs, and then her black lace panties.
All the time her heart was pounding with a mixture of fear, fury, and some other emotion she couldn’t name or define, even to herself. Whatever it was, she had to admit it was making her even hotter between her thighs and her breath was coming in short little pants.
As a last gesture of defiance, before she leaned over the desk again, she looked Roark in the eyes once more and deliberately pulled her lacy black panties down to her thighs. Then she leaned over, gripped the edge of the desk, and looked up at him as she offered him her bare ass.
“All right,” she snapped—well, she tried to snap. What came out, to her chagrin, was more of a breathless whisper. “All right, I’m ready for my punishment.”
“Very good.” He nodded in approval. “The removal of your underthings wasn’t necessary, but it’s a very nice touch. I like a female with a strong spirit.”
Before Sammi could reply, his hard palm connected with her bare bottom with a loud smack!
“Oh!” Sammi couldn’t help crying out as she jumped in surprise. She’d been thinking that the “punishment” was meant to be some kind of superficial show of his authority but when he spanked her it really hurt.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw a large red handprint forming on the pale white curve of her ass and the skin where he had spanked her was tingling and warm.
“That’s one,”