The cold sheets, soft cotton and smelling of sun, have fallen off from around my shoulders and I am standing in the center of your office. For an hour, I have laid naked in your bed listening to the incessant tapping and clicking and I have had enough of waiting. The dampness of my bathwater hair sends little droplets on their way, down my back and along the curve of my breast. My skin is far too warm to the touch, and it feels nice to focus on such a sensation going down my body, so much so that I close my eyes. The typing has stopped. I hear your chair move. I feel you standing before me, and look to see you're still clad in your khakis and button down from work. You watch the droplet slowly glide down and break apart into smaller beads around my nipple, and your hand raises to run your fingers through your hair.
"I want you," I say. My voice is shaking slightly, as you edge closer.
After a pause you respond, "Is that right?"
Your shirt is off, and your arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in, and I say, "Yes."
"Yes, sir." Your voice is stern and your mouth is hovering above mine. You are watching my eyes.
"Yes, sir." I feel a warmth in my chest as my cunt grow wetter, aching with desire. "I want you right now."
Your lips brush mine before whispering, "What did I tell you about interrupting my work?"
I feel goosebumps rise where your hand moves up my side to cup and squeeze my breast, the nipple still wet from the bathwater. I close my eyes and feel your breath on my neck, kissing beneath my ear, the calluses on your hands grazing my shoulder blades as you slide them up my back. Then your hand is in my hair, you are pulling my head back and kissing my throat, biting gently. I feel your cock through your pants, pressing into me. A gasp escapes my mouth and you cover it with your free hand.
"Be quiet." Your hand lets go of my hair and you turn me around, hand still covering my mouth and push me over the edge of your desk, your hard cock pressing against my ass. I try to keep my torso from touching the desk to refrain from knocking down your paperwork, but you sweep your arm across the top, clearing it before pushing me down, the side of my face pressing hard onto the cool mahogany. Papers scatter and fall to the ground, and a glass of water is knocked over, spilling onto your notes. I feel your cock throb and hear your breath stagger as you unbuckle your belt , standing above me looking down.
"Put your arms behind your back." I obey. I hear your pants fall to the floor and feel the smooth skin of the head of your cock ever so slightly brush against my back as you press your thighs into my ass, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "Now then. What did I tell you about interrupting my work?"
I say nothing. Your cock is resting on me now, I can feel its heat.
"I told you, that if you did, you would have to be punished, right?" You run your fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. You kiss my cheek.
"Yes."
You stand up suddenly and I hear a loud clap. I gasp loudly. A rush of pain erupts through my right ass cheek, followed by a slow wave of tingling, radiating from the red handprint I imagine you have left behind. You then grab my hips and pull me back, pushing your hands between my thighs and parting them.
My eyes are closed from the blow. You are leaning over me again, your face in front of mine. Your eyes soft but your lips pursed. "What did you say to me just then?"
I look at you and smile. "Yes, sir."
"Ah, that's not what I heard." Your cock is touching my left thigh as I feel you your hand travel down my back and grab my ass before giving it another hard slap. "Did I ever tell you that you were allowed to lie to me?"
