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“I could go a bit longer. I just want to make sure I’ve thought this through from every angle,” I replied, and he shook his head.
“No. You’re not going to,” he said purposefully, stopping to roll up his sleeves, and my bottom flexed defensively. His gaze leveled with mine, and I swallowed my protests. “You’re going to finish whatever you’re working on, and then you’re going to come home with me, take a long, hot bath, and then we’ll deal with the press conference in the morning together.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, reluctantly glancing down at my paperwork for a moment before I looked back up at him. He didn’t break eye contact as he stretched and flexed his hands, warning me without words that he wouldn’t hesitate to take me in hand if he needed to.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, and I hated how my heart swelled with nothing more than his words. “Now finish up what you’re doing. Let me know when you’re finished, and then we’ll go.”
“I will,” I whispered. Without meaning to, my mind wandered to what his cock felt like between my thighs, and my face heated so hot it felt like it had caught flame.
By sheer force of will, I made myself focus on formulating answers to several more potential media questions, but before too much time had passed, my eyes were growing heavy, and I was yawning more regularly.
“Alright, babygirl, that’s enough. Put down your pen,” he dictated.
“But I—” I tried.
“Do you need to go over my knee first?” he asked pointedly, sitting back just far enough to display his lap for me, and I shook my head.
“No, sir,” I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek nervously.
“Then be a good girl for me,” he said softly, and with a sigh, I put down my pen. “You can finish up in the morning before the conference.”
“But—” I protested.
In a flash, he had stood up out of his chair, wrapped his hand around my upper arm, and pulled me up out of my seat. Before I could do anything to stop him, he’d lifted my skirt and paddled my panty-clad ass several times with his palm.
I was far more tired than I let on, so it stung more than I was prepared for. He spanked me several more times as I danced from one foot to the other. The scalding burn was far more intense than I’d expected, and before long, my eyes were watering with tears.
“This is just a warning, babygirl. It’s time to put your work away. I know how hard you work, how good you are at your job and how exceptionally talented you are. There’s nothing you need to prove to me. Now, do we need to finish this discussion with your panties around your knees, or are you going to cooperate and come home with me like the good girl I know you can be?”
With my bottom burning, I quickly nodded.
“Yes, sir! Please, I’ll be good,” I squeaked.
He stopped smacking my ass for a long moment, squeezing it extra hard so that it stung nearly as much as his hand.
“Good,” he replied. He pulled my skirt back into place and smoothed it out, before taking my hand and leading me out of his office. I didn’t say a word as I followed him to his car, but my body was certainly communicating. My clit was thrumming with desire, and my panties were already soaked through.
When we climbed into the car together, he slid in beside me, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me so hard my lips ached. It left me breathless, taking the whirling thoughts in my mind and quieting them until there was nothing more than the two of us.
He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned against him, pressing my ear to his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Soon enough, though, I started to fidget, and then I started to think about last night, how he’d sunk one, then two and then three fingers into my bottom hole, and I’d liked it.
I nuzzled him and lightly kissed his neck.
“Be patient, sweet girl. I’ll take care of that needy little cunt tonight,” he murmured, and my pussy practically spasmed at his words.
“Sir?”
“When we get home, I’m going to strip off every last piece of clothing from your beautiful body. Then I’m going to put you in the bath and wash your properly, before I throw you in my bed and eat out that gorgeous pussy until you pass out. If you’re naughty, though, I’ll put you to bed, wet and needy, and with a bright red, very sore little ass. Do you understand me?”
My inner walls clenched tight, imaging every bit of the night, and wanting every bit of it, even the spanking.
Maybe that was greedy.
“And what if I’m only a little naughty?” I asked.
“Then I’m going to put you over my knee and plug that needy little bottom before I spank it bright pink,” he declared, and all the stress from the day faded away into nothing.
