Romantic Raza,
Today, as soon as you entered the door, I greeted you, "Namaste, Razaji. Welcome home my dear Shiva." You were in no mood to play my kinky sex games; however, and shouted at me angrily, "Shut up you little kinky mischief. Do you know how you've embarrassed me?"
"How? What?" I stammer, but again you silence me with a command. "Silence, witless waif. I'll have to teach you not to pester our professional office male box with your silly female email." You seat yourself on a stool. "Drop your dress and panties, naughty nymphet, then lie face downwards across my lap, so I can paddle your posterior until you lean proper respect for busy businessmen." You order sternly. Of course, I obey instantly, trembling before your righteous masculine rage.
Placing your right palm on one of my ass cheeks to gauge the point where your spanking swing will smack me, you notice how smooth and warm my golden skin is, much softer to the touch and paler in color than my long sexy legs with the beautiful calfs and rounded thighs. "How I'd love to have Kinky's tender thighs warming my cheeks as I taste her honey with my thirsty thrusting tongue or her incredibly luscious legs wrapped around my back and spurring me onwards like a jockey riding a thoroughbred Arabian . . ." You quickly derail this train of thought before it highballs past Judgement Junction and Discipline Depot several stops on down the line to Infatuation Station or some other destination where you'll punish me with a tongue lashing of my womanhood that I'll never forget followed by thoroughly pummelling my pussy with your potent penis until I beg you to never stop. Whew! It's a good thing you've got yourself under control again now, Randy Raza. "Let's get this over with, disobedient damsel."
You tell me. "This is going to hurt me just as much as it hurts you, but it's my painful duty to rectify your wrong behavior."