Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She let out a small gasp, only just managing not to close her legs. But it was hard.
So hard.
His hand crept higher and she took a drink of water to swallow her food.
“Chew your food properly,” he ordered as he clicked over to a different screen. “I don’t want you choking.”
Right. Uh-huh. Sure. No choking.
I’d like to choke on your cock.
Holy. Heck. Balls.
Where had that thought come from?
At least she hadn’t said it out loud. She ate some more of her nuts as he lightly ran a finger along her clit.
Do not tense up.
Do not make a noise.
God, it was hard, though. Why did this seem like a never-ending packet of fruit and nuts?
Ridiculous.
He moved that finger lower to her entrance and slid the tip inside her. Then he just kept it there.
Dear Lord.
This was not standard workplace etiquette. The need to lecture him was strong, but she held back.
Just.
His thumb lightly toyed with her clit as he kept the tip of his finger inside her.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
She whimpered, and he glanced up at her.
Oh, fudge! Don’t draw his attention.
Abort. Abort.
But her body just didn’t want to listen to her brain. It liked his attention.
“Are you drinking your water?” he said in a low voice.
It wasn’t stern or demanding, but she quickly picked up her water bottle and finished it off.
“That’s better. Finish your food like a good girl. And then we’ll discuss what brought you in here.”
Fudge knuckles.
She’d forgotten about that.
He slid his finger further inside her as she finished eating her snack.
There. Done.
“Good job. From now on, if you forget to drink your water or eat your snack, you’ll be back here on my desk like this, understand? You can speak.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” He slid his finger free of her pussy and brought it to his mouth.
“Now, what brought you in here?” he asked.
“Can I have my panties back?” she asked.
“No.”
Drat. It didn’t seem fair that he was allowed to use that word when she wasn’t.
“I still feel guilty about taking the last two days off.”
He nodded as though he’d expected that answer. Maybe he had.
“Do you need a spanking, Ms. Blossom?” he asked in a deep voice.
Oh man.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her.
What was wrong with her?
“I’m not sure I’d say that I need one . . .” It seemed wrong to come in and say that she needed a spanking.
But basically, that was what she was doing.
“You need a spanking, but you don’t want to ask for it.”
She should have known he’d be able to read her like a book.
“That’s all right, Ms. Blossom. Because I know exactly what you need.”
He lifted her off the desk. Then he stood, looming over her.
She swallowed heavily. Perhaps this hadn’t been her smartest idea.
“Do you need to use the toilet?”
She nodded. She had drunk a lot of water.
“Go and then come immediately back.”
Rushing into his bathroom, she used the toilet and then walked back into his office.
“You’re going to turn around, Ms. Blossom, and bend over the desk.”
She shot him a nervous look but turned around and did as ordered.
Yikes.
“Now, reach back and pull your skirt up over your back. That’s it. Good girl.”
Another shiver as he ran his hand over her ass cheeks. This was a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
“Spread your legs and push your ass out more.”
She shuffled back toward him slightly, pushing her ass out.
Then she pushed her feet apart further.
“That’s my good girl.”
“What if someone walks in?” she asked.
“No one would dare walk in without my permission.”
God, she hoped not. But the idea of it added a whole other level to her nerves.
“Safeword?” he asked.
“Cranberries.”
“Good. You’ll use it if you really need to. Don’t worry, this punishment is more about obedience than pain.”
Well good, she guessed.
“You’re going to stay exactly as you are. I have a few more emails to answer before I can get to the main part of your punishment.”
The main part? Did that mean there was another part?
“But first, I think you need something to help you remember to obey me.”
She really didn’t think she did.
“This part of the punishment is for not telling me about your living conditions.”
Oh, holy heck.
She heard a drawer open, and then he was holding something in front of her face.
Was that . . . a butt plug?
This was not what she expected. She’d thought he’d put her over his knee and spank her ass a few times.
“Do you know what this is, Ms. Blossom?”
“It . . . it’s a butt plug, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, I have two butt plugs. This one says Daddy’s Naughty Girl.” He turned it around, so she could see the flared end. Yep, etched on the end were the words, ‘Daddy’s Naughty Girl.’
Yikes.
“The other one says, ‘Daddy’s Good Girl.’ Do you know why this is the bad girl one, Ms. Blossom?”