Part 21
1480 Words
*Punishment scene.*
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“Genevieve?” He still hadn’t turned around and his head was tilted down as he rubbed his fingertips into his temples.
“Yes, sir?” He was calm, but I could still feel the tension.
“When we get to the office, I want you to take your panties off and bend over my desk with your skirt lifted above your hips. Do you understand?”
‘You should probably listen to him.’
And be his punching bag for when he’s mad at his girlfriend? He isn’t single, in case you had forgotten that tidbit of info!
‘At least you’re getting his attention, unlike her. You better answer him. He doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood.’
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
He lifts his head and looks over his shoulder, “Good girl,” he praised and I couldn’t help but feel the needy slût in me get excited about following orders and getting praised.
When the doors opened he walked out and I followed behind him. We both walked to his desk and when I was at the edge I gathered up the papers there and moved them, neatly, to the center of the desk. I made quick work of pulling my black thong down my legs and then I lifted my skirt until it bunched at my stomach.
I laid my chest and cheek against the mahogany desk, gripping the sides with my hands, and had my àss on display for the whole world to see as it faced the giant floor-to-ceiling windows.
I watched him grab a bottle of scotch and a glass from his bottom drawer and pour himself a drink before placing the bottle back into the drawer.
His command in the elevator combined with the anticipation of what was to come had me wet already.
He took a sip from the glass and placed it on the other side of the desk and then took off his suit jacket, “What are you getting punished for, Genevieve. Make sure to add ‘daddy’ to the end of your answer and all the ones after. Do you understand?”
He began rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, “Yes, Daddy and because I went against your command and had lunch with Jeremy, Daddy,” I whispered loud enough for him to hear.
He walked around the desk and behind me, massaging my cheeks, “And why did you go against my command, Genevieve?”
“I was mad at you, Daddy.”
He kept massaging my cheeks, “Just mad?”
I cleared my throat and spoke up, “And...jealous, Daddy.”
“You were mad at me and jealous of Jasmine?” He started massaging the backs of my thighs, his voice still calm.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned as I felt his thumbs on the outside of my folds now.
“And why were you mad at me?”
“Because you lied to me, Daddy.”
His movements faltered for a second but began again. He started on my ass cheeks again, ” I didn’t lie, Genevieve. We never discussed if I was in a relationship or not, but I’m going to break up with her. I was just waiting until she came back from vacation.”
“She’s back now, sir...I mean Daddy.” I froze knowing exactly what mistake I made.
‘You fücked up.’
I felt his hands leave my àss and then one palm came down against the right one in a deafening strike.
I yelped and was pushed into the desk from the force of his spank. My àss was stinging and I was sure there was a red handprint.
“Did you enjoy your lunch date with Jeremy?” He asked calmly as he massaged the cheek he just struck.
“No, Daddy,” I whispered, still feeling the sting.
“Why not, princess?”
Fûck, that word. I felt more my core pulse with need.
“He’s not what I thought he was...he’s not ...you, Daddy,” I said, honestly.
His hand came down against my other cheek with equal force as the first one, ”Damn right he’s not!" He bellowed, but then started massaging the newly welted flesh.
I flinched at his outburst. I couldn’t react like that about Jasmine or he would have a cow, but he was allowed to?
“Permission to speak, Daddy?”
“No,” he stated, “No more talking. I will give you 20 spankings and you will count and then say ‘Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered and waited for the next blow.
I felt it just as hard as the first two, but it came down onto the right one.
“One; Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?” My àss was burning now and we had 19 more.
I felt the second on the left cheek, just as hard as the ones before it. They were all going to be this hard?
I winced and cried out, “TWO! Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?”
“Does it hurt, Genevieve?” He asked as he massaged the globes.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said through clenched teeth. He already knew the answer as he could see the absolute redness that was now my àss.
“Are you going to disrespect me and go against a command again?”
“No, Daddy,” I whispered. I shut my eyes, waiting for the next one.
‘You are such a masochist.’
I felt my core throbbing now as I enjoyed my punishment. I’m sure my sèx was glistening with desire.
His hand came down against my right cheek and I cried out and then bit down against the sleeve of my shirt.
“Three; Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another?”
He finished my punishment, never hitting the same cheek twice. When he got to 20 and I said, ‘May I please have another?’ he leaned over my body and moved the hair off of my wet face and kissed my cheek, “No, princess. I think you’ve had enough for today. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I sniffled. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I felt the absolute fire that was now engulfing my bottom. I would have to sleep on my stomach tonight.
He leaned back and walked around his desk fishing around in the same drawer as his alcohol. He pulled out a small bottle of lotion and walked back to me. He popped the top and then I felt cool moisture against my heated skin.
I moaned as he massaged me, absolutely getting pleasure from him taking care of me.
“You are not to make yourself cüm tonight, Genevieve. Do you understand?” I must’ve been a drenched mess back there.
“Yes, Daddy,” I couldn’t even imagine doing anything to myself with how my àss felt. My core was throbbing and I needed to cüm, sure, but I was in no position to do it myself.
“You took your punishment like such a good girl,” he cooed, still rubbing my áss.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Would you like to leave work early today?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My àss was hurting and there was no way I would be able to sit down in my chair.
He pulled me up, tugged my skirt back down, and spun me around, “I will break up with her, Genevieve. Give me until the end of the week. Her father is a client of mine and I would hate to lose him because she tells him I hurt her.”
I looked down, “Okay, sir,” I whispered.
He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, making my meet his gaze, “I’ll keep you clocked in today until I leave. Even though you deserved your punishment, I gave it to you on company time and it isn’t fair for you to miss out because of that.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He leaned down, looking at my lips, “Will you let me kiss you, Genevieve,” his eyes met mine again.
His warm breath was hitting my face and intoxicating me. His pupils overtook the color of his eyes and with his muscles bulging from under the shirt...I knew I was doomed, “Yes, sir.”
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