believe I’d send these “notes” to anyone? Do they not teach human resources practices in schools? Good. It’s best if she thinks a note in a file means something.
“Now what?” Her tongue wets her bottom lip as I unfold my arms.
“Bend at the waist.” I reach out and put a hand on her back, pushing her to the desk and forcing her taut ass to jut out.
“What are you--”
“Remember, sunshine, this will save you a write-up.” I grip the hem of her skirt and slowly pull it up. Her white panties are revealed, the lacy fabric cutting high like boy shorts along her cheeks, then delving between.
She gasps as I ease my fingertips over her soft, warm skin.
“This is discipline.” I step back and stare at what she’s revealed to me. I want to spread her legs more and get a view of her pussy, but that’s not what this is about. My cock disagrees as it stages a deathmatch with my zipper. But I’m a man of my word, and I will give her the punishment she deserves. “Do you understand that this is professional development?” I flex my fingers.
She looks at me over her shoulder, her doe eyes wide. “Yes,” she squeaks.
“Do you admit you are in need of discipline?” I meet her gaze.
“I …” She lets out a huff of breath and shifts her hips. “Yes.”
“And you prefer this to a write-up? Is that correct?”
Her hips move again, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was turned on. That she wants me to redden her ass with my palm. And perhaps she wants me to do plenty more than that. But I won’t. After all, this is about correction, not some tawdry work affair.
“I need you to tell me you understand and that you accept this discipline. If you decline, you’ll keep your job. So don’t worry about disappointing me.” Don’t disappoint me. Something tells me she won’t. My sunshine wants to please me.
“I accept.” Her words are breathy, sexy, and I fear I may obsess over them for far longer than I should.
“Good. Very good.” I line up, my hand already tingling in anticipation. Rearing back, I slap her ass with a hard smack and she jolts forward, her hips rocking as a delicious squeal rips from between her teeth.
When I rear back again, I smile for the first time in a long, long time, and swing at her luscious ass with a verve that I’ve never felt before. The resounding slap rockets around the room, and her cry is like fire in my veins.
I smack her round ass a few more times, though not as hard. When I’m done, I want to drop to my knees and kiss the sting away. But I don’t. Because I’m a professional. So, instead, I grab the hem of her skirt and pull it down, then turn her to face me.
She’s breathless, her eyes glossy and her lips parted. Her eyes dart to my mouth.
I step back. “You may see yourself out, Ms. Lavine. And please keep in mind that any further breaches of my protocols will result in further discipline.” I know that if I reached between her thighs right now, I’d find her warm and wet. I can feel it, but I don’t do it. This is a workplace, after all.
“I’ll just …” She takes a few steps, stops, adjusts her skirt, then walks with more purpose. “I’ll be at my desk.” Unlocking the door, she walks out.
I smirk and try to adjust my rock-hard cock so that my boxers don’t strangle it. She’ll be feeling me for a while. Let’s just see if she’s as sunshiny after her little run-in with my spanking hand.
6
Georgia
I tap my foot as I ride the elevator up to my floor. It’s my second day, and I’m more nervous today than I was yesterday. Things have changed. I don’t just mean here at the office but inside of my body. Something seems to be wrong with me. The throb between my legs is unbearable at times. It goes away for a while, and then as soon as I start thinking about what happened in Mr. Baxter’s office, it comes back again. The sting of his hand still lingers on me, reminding me of the discipline he’d given me. I’m not even sure why I’d let him do it, but I do know that I enjoyed it, and that in itself confuses me.
“Meow.” Mr. Grumpy Pants lets it be known