Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
The spanking continued, each smack sending a shockwave through my body. I squirmed and kicked, but Stuart held me firmly in place. To my mortification, I felt tears pricking at my eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity, Stuart paused. I lay limp across his lap, panting. Then I felt his hands at the hem of my skirt, slowly drawing it up.
“No,” I whimpered, but it was a token protest at best. I made no move to stop him as he bared my thighs, exposing my lacy purple panties.
Stuart resumed spanking me, his hand connecting with my barely covered flesh. The sting was sharper now, more intense. Worse, the sound became louder, each swat echoing like a gunshot in the corners of the room. I couldn’t hold back a sob.
“That’s it,” Stuart murmured. “Let it out.”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. I felt a jolt of panic. “Please,” I gasped. “Not that.”
But Stuart was already pulling my panties down, baring my bottom completely. I buried my face in the couch cushions, burning with shame, confusion, and a thousand other things I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Stuart’s hand came down hard on my bare bottom, the sting exponentially more intense without the protection of my panties. I gasped, tears streaming down my face as the spanking continued relentlessly. Each smack sent real pain through my body, my flesh burning and throbbing under Stuart’s stern lesson.
“Please,” I sobbed, my voice muffled by the couch cushions. “I’ll do it. I’ll take off my clothes. Just please stop.”
Stuart paused, his hand resting on my inflamed skin. “What was that, Melissa?” he asked, his voice maddeningly calm.
I took a shuddering breath. “I said I’ll take off my clothes,” I repeated, my cheeks burning with humiliation. “Please, just stop spanking me.”
Stuart helped me to my feet, steadying me as I swayed slightly. My bottom felt like it was on fire, and I had to resist the urge to reach back and rub the sting away. I stood before him, trembling, my panties around my knees, as he settled back on the couch to watch.
With shaking hands, I reached again for the neck button on my blouse. I fumbled with it, my fingers clumsy in my distress. Finally, I managed to undo it, and then to lift the silky fabric over my chest and drop it at my feet, pushing away every thought about how my breasts looked in the lacy bra.
Next came my skirt. Feeling my forehead crease very hard, I unzipped the garment and let it fall. I stepped out of it carefully and stood there in the matching purple bra and panties. I looked at the glass-topped coffee table so I wouldn’t have to see my boss assessing my revealed body.
It took every ounce of will to keep my hands at my sides, rather than putting them in front of my already exposed pussy. I remember then that I had thought myself too busy to go to the aesthetician for a wax this past weekend. My cheeks flared with heat.
“All of it, Melissa,” Stuart prompted, his voice low and commanding.
Blinking back fresh tears, I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. I let it fall away, baring my breasts to Stuart’s gaze. I couldn’t help it: I needed to know, suddenly, whether my boss liked what he saw. I raised my eyes to look at him. Stuart’s gaze raked over me appreciatively, and I felt a treacherous heat building low in my belly despite my shame.
Stooping, my attention returned to the coffee table as mortification scalded my face, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, just above my knees where Stuart had placed them, in order to spank me more effectively. I pushed them down and stepped out of them, now completely naked before my boss.
Again I found myself helpless to resist, needing to see what he thought. I looked up to see Stuart nod approvingly.
“Very nice, Melissa,” he said. “That purple set is quite fetching on you.”
I flushed more fiercely at the compliment. Part of me wanted to thank him, abjectly, for his praise. Another wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. I didn’t have to decide: I didn’t want to think.
I have no choice.
Stuart’s expression suddenly hardened as his gaze traveled lower.
“However,” he continued, his voice taking on a stern edge, “I see you haven’t kept yourself waxed as I instructed. That was a direct order, Melissa. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I got… I was so busy this past weekend. It won’t happen again, sir.”
“Go bend over the desk,” Stuart said. “I’m going to give you a correction for dereliction of duty.”
“What?” I gasped. “But… you… you already…”
My heart raced. I stared at Stuart, my jaw slack. My hands curled into little fists as I felt my pussy clench hard, the lingering warmth from the spanking traveling forward and making the situation there much worse.