walked carefully to his desk bending over it slightly. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I was afraid to ask. I looked at the papers on the big desk, trying to make sense of it all.
I felt his strong hand push on the small of my back until I yielded and bent over completely, my head resting on the cool, polished wood.
He didn’t speak as he moved his hand down the groove of my spine, stopping only when he reached the top of my skirt. A shiver ran through me. I didn’t know if it was from fear or excitement. He paused, then his hand was gone and I felt him fumbling with my hair tie until he finally just pulled it apart, snapping the elastic, and let my long brown hair tumble over my shoulders and onto the desk.
“You are so beautiful. Stop hiding it.” Blake Harrison’s husky voice was whispering in my ear now as he ran his hand down my long, dark waves. “Beauty, youth, intelligence, confidence. They are your weapons in this fucked up world. Use them.”
I tried to nod, but he had gripped a handful of my hair and was rubbing it in his palm. I wasn’t sure how to respond so I remained silent.
“You are already such a thorn in my side,” he continued, his hand wandering back down my back. “I need to teach you to behave. I need to show you how fucked up this world is before someone else does.”
I could feel his hips pressed up against me and it sent shivers through my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I felt terrified and excited and more alive than I had ever felt before. He slowly ground his hips against my ass as he talked and I could feel his hard bulge pressing into me. I gasped and pressed my nails into my palms, trying to remember reason and sense. I felt a warm wetness spread in my panties and couldn’t stop the small moan of desire that escaped my lips. I knew that everything about this was wrong, but I didn’t want it to stop.
Blake Harrison pulled back from me and it left me feeling suddenly angry, empty, frustrated. I turned my head to look back at him only to see him pull back his arm and smack it forward against my ass. I yelped and tried to pull away, but he placed his left hand against my back, holding me against the table and he smacked my ass again.
“Maybe now you will learn,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck.
The soft woven fabric of my skirt was poor protection against his strong hand. I felt the sting of his palm spanking me again and the warm heat of pain spread over my entire buttocks. Warm tears trickled down my cheeks as I cried silently. His hand came down again and again as grunted, spanking me hard. I gasped and bit down hard on my lip to keep from sobbing.
After ten hard smacks, Blake Harrison stopped and stepped away from me. I twisted to look back at him and saw his face twisted in sadness or anger, I couldn’t tell. He still looked so handsome, so dark and sexual, but there was some part of him that looked broken.
I exhaled, relieved that I had endured my punishment and that the pain was over. But part of me ached to have his hand slapping my ass again. As I straightened, I felt a warm rush between my legs. Squeezing my slender thighs together, I could feel my panties were completely soaked. I had never had such a reaction before. Despite my embarrassment and confusion and pain, I had never been more turned on than I was at that moment.
“Go!” Blake Harrison’s sharp voice snapped me back into the moment.
I turned to face him, but he refused to look me in the eye. I took a step towards him, wanting to explain that it was alright, that I understood his pain and I wanted to help, but the tension in his jaw and the way he clenched his fists made me stop.
“I said go! Leave!” His voice sounded frantic now.
I nodded and walked past him to the door, closing it quietly behind me. I kept walking until I reached my bedroom and collapsed on the
I felt his strong hand push on the small of my back until I yielded and bent over completely, my head resting on the cool, polished wood.
He didn’t speak as he moved his hand down the groove of my spine, stopping only when he reached the top of my skirt. A shiver ran through me. I didn’t know if it was from fear or excitement. He paused, then his hand was gone and I felt him fumbling with my hair tie until he finally just pulled it apart, snapping the elastic, and let my long brown hair tumble over my shoulders and onto the desk.
“You are so beautiful. Stop hiding it.” Blake Harrison’s husky voice was whispering in my ear now as he ran his hand down my long, dark waves. “Beauty, youth, intelligence, confidence. They are your weapons in this fucked up world. Use them.”
I tried to nod, but he had gripped a handful of my hair and was rubbing it in his palm. I wasn’t sure how to respond so I remained silent.
“You are already such a thorn in my side,” he continued, his hand wandering back down my back. “I need to teach you to behave. I need to show you how fucked up this world is before someone else does.”
I could feel his hips pressed up against me and it sent shivers through my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I felt terrified and excited and more alive than I had ever felt before. He slowly ground his hips against my ass as he talked and I could feel his hard bulge pressing into me. I gasped and pressed my nails into my palms, trying to remember reason and sense. I felt a warm wetness spread in my panties and couldn’t stop the small moan of desire that escaped my lips. I knew that everything about this was wrong, but I didn’t want it to stop.
Blake Harrison pulled back from me and it left me feeling suddenly angry, empty, frustrated. I turned my head to look back at him only to see him pull back his arm and smack it forward against my ass. I yelped and tried to pull away, but he placed his left hand against my back, holding me against the table and he smacked my ass again.
“Maybe now you will learn,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck.
The soft woven fabric of my skirt was poor protection against his strong hand. I felt the sting of his palm spanking me again and the warm heat of pain spread over my entire buttocks. Warm tears trickled down my cheeks as I cried silently. His hand came down again and again as grunted, spanking me hard. I gasped and bit down hard on my lip to keep from sobbing.
After ten hard smacks, Blake Harrison stopped and stepped away from me. I twisted to look back at him and saw his face twisted in sadness or anger, I couldn’t tell. He still looked so handsome, so dark and sexual, but there was some part of him that looked broken.
I exhaled, relieved that I had endured my punishment and that the pain was over. But part of me ached to have his hand slapping my ass again. As I straightened, I felt a warm rush between my legs. Squeezing my slender thighs together, I could feel my panties were completely soaked. I had never had such a reaction before. Despite my embarrassment and confusion and pain, I had never been more turned on than I was at that moment.
“Go!” Blake Harrison’s sharp voice snapped me back into the moment.
I turned to face him, but he refused to look me in the eye. I took a step towards him, wanting to explain that it was alright, that I understood his pain and I wanted to help, but the tension in his jaw and the way he clenched his fists made me stop.
“I said go! Leave!” His voice sounded frantic now.
I nodded and walked past him to the door, closing it quietly behind me. I kept walking until I reached my bedroom and collapsed on the
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