"Oh, my god! What are you doing here?"
"Well if I am bothering you, I can go." She turned back to my door as quickly as she had appeared.
"No," I said perhaps too loudly as I rose from my chair. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that."
She turned back smiling and I just as quickly realized she was simply playing me. I came around my desk and she let me pull her against me. "Surprise me like this and then pretend you are just going to turn around and walk right out. Very funny. You are going to have to pay for that."
"Good," she said quietly with her head against my shoulder, "You know how much I need to be punished."
I wanted so much to kiss her right there but I broke away to close my door instead. I knew she would appreciate that our privacy was assured as much as I did.
"It is a nice view out my window. With the shades drawn, as they are, you can still just see the Mall but no one can actually see in."
She turned away from me and looked out the window. I locked the door with an audible click. She did not react but I knew she heard the sound and understood its meaning.
She did not turn back and so I had some time to admire the view from behind her. When she started to turn but I simply said, "No, stay right there for a moment." She obeyed immediately. She wore a professional knee length black skirt that was tailored just tightly enough across her butt. Black pumps with thick enough high heels to be acceptable for work for a proper middle-aged woman but high enough to still elevate her ass and slim her calves. Her outfit was finished with a simple white long-sleeved blouse. Her brown hair hung just below the collar line.
"Good, now turn to face me."
I leaned back against the door. I wanted to enjoy every second of this. She obediently turned in place. Her gaze was now averted to a spot on the floor between us. I could see immediately that her whole demeanor had changed. She had been quite confident and smiling as she strode into my office but she now had already begun the process of transforming herself into my property.
The top few buttons on the blouse were undone to show a little bit of cleavage. She knew her breasts were her best assets and she liked to keep men's attention on them rather than the rest of her figure that I knew she was less confident about.