Page 80 of In His Office

The second smack landed right below the first, and I clenched my hands into fists.

In an instant, pain billowed out across my left cheek, far more intense than I remembered, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted to stay quiet, but as a third connected with my right cheek, I couldn’t stop a small cry from falling off my lips.

His hand came down hard again and again, and each time, the sharp sting sent a bolt of electricity directly to my clit. My pussy tightened and his palm peppered against my bare ass far more firmly than I thought it would. His aim was impeccable, and he managed to cover every inch of skin evenly, leaving no area untouched no matter how much I wiggled and squirmed.

And it hurt.

A lot.

“Sir,” I tried.

“I’ve hardly even begun, my naughty girl,” he answered, and then he started to thrash the backs of my thighs. I cried out, his hand coming down harder, his rhythm never slowing, and the burning heat of my skin became almost unbearable.

Almost.

Because it was also turning me on.

More than anything.

I could feel each zinging jolt to my clit, especially when he smacked directly on top of my pussy several times. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning out loud, and that made him pause for just a moment.

“Are you enjoying your punishment, my needy little whore?” he asked, his expectation clear.

“Yes, sir,” I wailed, and the stinging spanks somehow got even firmer. He was punishing me, but I couldn’t control how the delicious agony was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with every brutal strike.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

He continued his punishing onslaught, his firm grip holding me in place and keeping me immobile and completely at his mercy. His hand cracked against my skin, the force of his strikes increasing, and I squirmed and writhed and fought against his grip, but it was no use.

I wasn’t going to escape this, not even a single swat, and my pussy pulsed at the knowledge of that.

Finally, he slowed his pace and stopped, giving me a reprieve and rubbing the sore, aching skin.

But it wasn’t over yet.

No, not by a long shot.

His fingers slipped back in between my thighs, finding my clit with an expert touch, and brushing over it just lightly enough to tease me. My eyes rolled back, and I pushed myself against him, wanting more.

“So wet,” he growled. “So needy and ready.”

He moved his hand back, delivering a series of swift, sharp blows to my naked ass, making me quiver and moan and thrash over his thighs. His hand grasped my waist, pinning me firmly in place as he continued spanking me harder than he ever had before.

Every smack of his hand on my ass was an exquisite torment, sending a fiery pain radiating through my tender flesh, yet stoking the flames of my arousal at the same time. I writhed and bucked, struggling against his hold, but his grip was unyielding.

And I loved every minute of it.

Then, when he was finally ready, he stopped, cleared his throat, and grazed his palm over the expanse of my bare skin.

“Now, naughty girl, I think it’s time for your boss to introduce you to the cane.”

I swallowed hard, anticipation and fear rising inside me in equal measure. Even though I had no experience, I knew the cane was going to hurt, and I was dreading the bite of the slender, flexible wood on my bare skin, but there was an even more wicked part of me that wanted to wear his mark, that wanted the welts the cane would leave behind just like the ones he’d left with his belt.

I shivered as he lifted me from his lap and bent me over the bed. My toes barely reached the ground, leaving me feeling small and naughty and incredibly needy. I heard him move behind me and open a drawer, and then he pushed it closed and strode back over to me.

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