Spanked At Work Novels & Stories

I say. “Okay Professor.”She moans out loudly yet again.. “Now hold still and take your punishment. You've been a naughty naughty girl"I say. I went to work on her brown booty, spanking her for a good minute and a half, the crack of the belt seems to turn her on she was wiggling her ass toward me, rather than,away from me.

I looked around hoping for someone or something to save me. Oh whoever told me to skip work and go to a club. He slammed his hand on the table and yelled."Talk." I stopped back. What was he so mad about. People miss work every now and then. He skips work twice or thrice per week. What so wrong with me doing it. I have nothing to tell him. I skipped work. I don't care. He can do whatever he wishes. Apart from firing me,he cannot do that. Lord please don't let him do that.

I suck my lips in between my teeth as I get chills down my spine at the way they converse. “There's still thirty minutes.” “Don't act like you're her boss.” “You're abusing your power.” The cold and chilly atmosphere around me was making my pulse pounded rapidly. But Frederick’s statement even annoyed me more. Mr. Kane was consistent in giving me work, and I don't find that abusing. In fact, it's less stressful, and there are no toxic co-workers around. Mr. Kane's grip around my wrists tightened. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Am I?” He shot me a glare.

It’s not as if I’m being spanked or physically disciplined. “Am I clear?” He’s definitely focused on only me. Does he have a personal problem with me? “Yes, sir,” I answered in a normal voice, still holding his gaze. “And personal entertainment such as magazines, novels, and phone conversations are prohibited during work hours!” Now he just hit the nail on the head. The other additions weren’t necessary. I’m the only one who comes to work with novels, magazines, or comics at times, and I’m the only one caught red-handed pressing my phone.

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

There would be nothing between us at all. He gave me a funny look that was close to yeah right that’s what you think. But he stepped away and as I left the office he did give me a spank on my ass. I shook my head and wondered where I would report a billionaire for sexual harassment. Though I did enjoy the spanking.

She stared at him, not sure whether or not he meant what he said. “You’re really going to spank me?” She couldn’t believe he would actually do it. Who spanked another adult? Hell, kids didn’t even get spanked these days. They were just shoved in a chair and told to think about what they did wrong.

after every spanking were almost inaudible. I noticed his he loved staring at boobs so i stopped wearing dresses and blouses that exposed my cleavages. One day he confessed that he missed seeing my boobs and still yet, I continued working for him.. Until he pinned down and fingered me in his office. My cries and pleas couldn't save me that day, only my strength could and maybe because I was so certain I didn't want his dick entering me. He told me I loved it because at some point I moaned amidst my tears, that was the last day showed up at his office. Although I worked for three weeks, he paid me a two months salary. Which made me feel like a cheap whore. I hate to admit this but I still th

" I explained, mentally and physically begging for him to give me more. I even debated acting out just to get him to spank me again. "Do you feel like you should get away with that kind of behavior? Slighting your boss?" Asking me another question, he gently rubbed his hand over my bottom, immediately making me brace for any impact that was about to come. Despite the material of the tights keeping me from truly experiencing skin to skin contact, due to the harshness of his spanks, I was somehow still able to feel everything. "No, sir. I shouldn't." I answered simply.

"Then I suggest you undress." "What?" Reality had hit home. "I only handle spankings when the mischievous woman is fully naked. And I assure you that you will be receiving punishment on a regular basis." She laughed bitterly. "That means you do this often, your mechanism of keeping obedience within the office?" I was almost shocked by her audacity, but her attitude further fueled the beast dwelling within me. An unforgiving man. Someone who refused to take a back seat. A man searching for the right partner.