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)
As soon as the door closed, Melissa’s demeanor shifted subtly. There was a hint of playfulness in her eyes, a slight quirk to her lips that betrayed her excitement. Mandy, too, seemed to relax slightly, though she maintained her submissive posture.
“Miss Pollock,” Melissa began, her voice stern but with an underlying warmth, “I’m very disappointed in your performance lately. The materials you prepared for the big meeting were subpar, to say the least.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Melissa was clearly relishing her role, channeling the dominant energy I’d awakened in her. Mandy, for her part, was playing the contrite subordinate to perfection.
“I’m sorry, Miss Mitropoulos,” Mandy murmured, her voice quavering slightly. “I’ll do better next time.”
Melissa circled Mandy slowly, making no secret of the excitement she so clearly felt, either in her voice or in the movements of her gaze up and down Mandy’s lovely form. “I’m not sure you understand the gravity of the situation,” she said. “When I pointed out the typo on the third page of the handout, you had the audacity to talk back to me.”
I leaned in closer to the screen, intrigued. Melissa was weaving quite the tale, building tension and anticipation. I could see Mandy’s breath quicken, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.
“I… I didn’t mean to, miss,” Mandy stammered. “I was just trying to explain…”
“Explanations are not excuses,” Melissa cut her off sharply. She moved to the cabinet and retrieved the paddle, running her hand along its smooth surface. “I think you need a reminder of your place, Miss Pollock.”
Mandy’s eyes widened at the sight of the paddle, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing across her face. “Please, Miss Mitropoulos,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do better, I promise.”
Melissa tapped the paddle against her palm, the sound echoing in the small room. “I’m sure you will,” she said, her voice low and intense. “After I’ve taught you a proper lesson.”
I watched, captivated, as Melissa directed Mandy to bend over the desk. The other woman complied immediately, her skirt riding up a little to reveal the curve of her bottom. Melissa took her time, adjusting Mandy’s position, running her hand along the small of her back.
“Lift this skirt all the way, you little whore,” Melissa commanded. “You’re going to get it on the bare this morning.”
Melissa
I still couldn’t believe I’d actually gone through with it, and booked the punishment room. Part of me knew I must be violating some Selecta protocol by not consulting Stuart first—part of me even knew I had acted recklessly. As Mandy’s mouth-watering bottom came into view, though, I didn’t care.
Or maybe…
Maybe I do care. Maybe I care a lot.
I pushed the idea away and focused on the moment: the unbelievably hot, panty-wetting moment.
Mandy slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing more and more of her shapely legs. When she reached her waist, I stepped forward and took over, carefully tucking the fabric to ensure it stayed in place. My hands trembled slightly as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Mandy’s lacy black panties. I savored the moment, drinking in the sight of her vulnerable form bent over the desk before me.
With deliberate slowness, I peeled the delicate underwear down Mandy’s thighs, exposing the pout of her sweet, bare pussy to my hungry gaze. She shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, and I couldn’t help but run my hand over the curve of her bottom, marveling at its softness.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I picked up the paddle. Its weight felt good in my hand, solid and authoritative. I tapped it lightly against Mandy’s exposed cheeks, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
“Are you ready for your punishment, naughty girl?” I asked, my voice husky with arousal.
“Yes, miss,” Mandy whispered, her voice quavering slightly.
I raised the paddle and brought it down with a resounding smack. Mandy gasped, her body jerking forward. The pink imprint of the plastic blade bloomed on her pale flesh. I admired it for a moment before delivering the second stroke, slightly lower. Mandy whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly.
The third and final swat landed squarely across both cheeks, eliciting a cry from Mandy. I set the paddle aside, my heart racing as I gazed at the reddened flesh before me. My pussy throbbed with need, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
“On your knees,” I commanded, stepping back from the desk. “It’s time for you to show your gratitude.”
Mandy turned, her face flushed and eyes bright with unshed tears. She sank to her knees before me, looking up expectantly. I reached for the hem of my skirt, slowly lifting it to reveal the red lace lingerie I’d chosen specially for this moment.
Mandy’s eyes widened at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I moved closer, until my lace-covered mound was mere inches from her face.