Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He looks at me, dour.
“I don’t find these things amusing, Melissa.”
“Neither do I, sir. I appreciate you paying those fines, but obviously I will work them off. I don’t want to take anything for free.”
“These fines indicate a lack of discipline,” he says, those golden eyes boring into me. “If you work for me, you will be disciplined.”
“You mean come to work on time, do my duties, that sort of thing?”
His lips twitch slightly. I find my eyes drawn to his mouth, unable to leave it.
“Yes, that sort of thing, but also real and actual discipline.”
“Oh, what is that?”
“I am not surprised you ask that question. It is clear you’ve never felt it in your life.”
I find myself blushing, though I barely know why. He’s threatening me with a consequence that makes me sweat with something like fear, but way sexier.
“Spanking, Melissa. You are going to be spanked for each and every one of these fines. You are going to pay the price of one spank per dollar, and you are going to thank me for your discipline, and the chance to learn a better way.”
“What the fuck…” I mean to whisper the words under my breath, but it is really hard to exclaim quietly.
“It will begin now. Before we eat. I do not want to reward you with the degree and let you feel as though you have not been disciplined.”
“I don’t know if…”
He has already stood up and is moving toward me. He’s removed his jacket and is now in a waistcoat. Oh, fucking kill me now, he looks so good in it, the way it emphasizes the breadth of his shoulders and the narrowness of his waist. I can barely take it. I’m trying not to seem like a thirsty girl trying to seduce her new boss by showing up to dinner in a bikini. At least I have my little poolside wrap skirt on. We can sort of pretend I’m half-dressed.
He’s a very tall, very handsome man, and I feel held in place by his magnetic presence as much as his hand as it wraps around my wrist and guides me up.
I think about resisting as he guides me up from the chair, bending me over a portion of the long, polished table that has no place setting.
“Your transcript shows you to be academically able. Your fines show you to be a badly behaved, disrespectful risk taker. We will address that here and now. Fines mean nothing to someone who never had the ability to pay them. But this will mean something. You will feel this.”
He presses me down against the table, his hand splayed against my lower back, long fingers wide, the weight and strength of him keeping me easily in place.
My reflexive response is to try to get up. Even though there is no way to do that, and I already know that, there is some urge to push, to test, to see what he will do to keep me in place.
“Stay,” he orders, one word, firm.
“Please don’t spank me, Mr. Ornix. I’m sorry. I really am.”
“You do sound sorry, but that is likely because this is the first time you have ever been taken to task in a manner that immediately provides a hot and inescapable consequence. You’re going to take this spanking, and many others, young lady. You are going to actually feel the consequences of your actions.”
With that, he smooths his hand over my skirt and flips it up, revealing my thong-clad ass.
A hard slap follows, too firm and too intense for me to argue or complain or do anything other than gasp. Three more land in quick succession, and instantly my ass is on fire.
I whimper helplessly, taking the punishment in a sort of stunned shock. I have never experienced anything like this before. I never got spanked when I was a kid; my parents were way too busy to do anything like that, and I never got into the sort of trouble they would notice.
Mr. Ornix has already noticed me more in the course of a few hours than most people seem to do in lifetimes.
“Are you feeling this, Melissa?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
“Good,” he says, his voice sounding deeper and huskier than before. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was aroused right now. There is heat rushing through my system, making my flush face, making my nipples tingle, and making my entire body perform a slow squirm that causes my hips to gyrate. There’s something deeply intimate about this, an intense sting that is making my clit feel like it is humming with new life.
He spanks me again, and again.
“How does it feel to be taught a lesson?” he asks. “Do you appreciate the effort I am taking to correct you?”
“Yes,” I gasp breathlessly. I don’t know if that is entirely true, but I know it is what he wants to hear, and I want him to be pleased with me. I wonder what it would feel like to hear praise in that rich, deep voice of his, and see approval in his eyes.