Unfortunately, the longer I continued, and as much as I was delighted by the feel of his punished skin, I knew my hand couldn’t take much more.
“I’m not done,” I warned him, pushing him off my lap and onto the floor. His hands were immediately at my thighs, roving their way under my skirt.
“I said, I’m not done,” I told him sternly, slapping his hands away. “You stay put!” Rising, I went to my desk, looking for something, anything that could act as an effective implement, where my stinging hand had faltered. I spotted a wooden ruler.
Perfect! Pulling it from my desk, I returned to the chair.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Joey gasped, looking fearfully at the ruler.
“Maybe you’ll understand that I mean what I say! I expect you to follow the rules.” Pulling my handsome employee over m
