4. You Need to Be Punished
You Need to Be Punished
Sheila dipped into the bathroom to freshen up.
While there, she shucked her underwear and bra and stored them in her bag.
The feeling of the silky material on her bare nipples and ass elevated her heart rate as she returned to the table.
Derek had already settled their bill, so they were ready to head out.
“Let’s go to my room,” he suggested. “That way, if your conference rented a block of rooms, you’re less likely to see someone you know.”
The elevator was crowded. She almost missed it when he got off on the fourth floor.
Confused because she thought this was a meeting floor, she followed him anyway.
Once the elevator doors closed, and they were alone, Derek grabbed her hand.
His mischievous smile captivated her, and she let him pull her down the empty hallway.
The area was deserted, the lighting low. When Derek tried a door, and it was locked, he moved them to the next one.
“What are we doing?” Sheila whispered.
“Exploring,” he replied in an equally quiet voice. “I have an idea.”
Shrugging internally, she followed him as he tried two more doors with no success. He hadn’t led her wrong before but had introduced her to a number of titillating adventures. She had high expectations for this one, too.
“Ah ha,” he crowed when the next handle turned.
They entered the room. Sheila looked around in bemusement at the medium-sized conference room.
“Perfect.”
A substantial table dominated the room, surrounded by more than a dozen chairs. One wall held a massive dry-erase board while another featured a wall-sized projector screen. The table was bare except for the PBX telephone in the center and notepads and pens at each place setting.
The sound of a lock clicking had her turn back to Derek.
“Ms. Malone,” he said in a severe tone, “thank you for staying late today so we can review your work. There were some errors in yesterday’s reports, and I want to make sure the problem doesn’t occur again.”
Sheila’s mouth went dry. When she and Derek were first getting to know each other, they spent hours on the phone discussing their fantasies. One of hers involved playing assistant to a powerful CEO who fucked her on his desk after hours.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Chambers,” she gushed. “It won’t happen again.”
Derek seated himself at the head of the conference table.
His erection tented his pants and drew her eyes.
Earlier, he rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie, both of which set her pulse soaring.
Combined with his severe expression, short graying hair, and the glint from his glasses, he looked every inch the demanding executive. She shivered.
“I know it won’t,” he growled, “but I can’t just let something like that slide. Mistakes are not acceptable at this company. You know that.”
Her thighs dampened with excitement at his hard tone, and she whimpered.
“Please don’t fire me. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix the problem.”
Her voice shook with her excitement.
“I’ve already fixed it, but you need to be punished so you don’t forget.”
Her breath caught. This was even better than her imagination.
“I’ll do anything to make up for my mistakes, Mr. Chambers. I need this job.”
“Anything?” he repeated.
At her hesitant nod, he pushed his chair back from the table and gestured for her to come closer.
“Stand here.”
Her heart thudded as she moved to stand in front of him.
“It’s time for your spanking,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice.
“Spanking?” she squeaked.
“I said punishment, didn’t I?”
She wondered if he could smell her arousal. He scooted to the edge of his chair and tugged on her arm until she was draped over his lap. When he flipped her skirt up over her naked ass, he groaned.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
His hand stroked over her ass cheeks, sending waves of delight through her. She yelped in surprise when he forcefully smacked one of her round globes. Arousal shot straight to her clit at the bright spark of pleasure/pain.
“That’s one.” Satisfaction rang out in his voice.
“Yes, Mr. Chambers. Thank you.”
Two more smacks rang out, and she shrieked with each slap of her ass. Then he caressed her tender skin, ratcheting up her arousal further. Another two thwacks, and she writhed on his lap, equal parts turned on and smarting.
“How many is that?” he demanded.
“Four,” she lied.
“Wrong. You aren’t taking this seriously.”
A flurry of spanks rained down on her sensitive skin in the same spot, and moisture flooded between her legs. His hand forced her thighs apart, and they both groaned when his fingers met her slick wetness.
“Ms. Malone, you’re not taking this punishment very seriously. You seem almost turned on by your spanking.”
“I can’t help it, sir.”
“Hmm. We’ll have to try something else then. I hate to leave a job unfinished.”
Sheila clambered up from his lap, only to be surprised when he pushed her face down onto the conference room table. With her bent over the table, he pushed her skirt up again to reveal her tender cheeks.
“Punishment looks good on you, Ms. Malone, but I’m not done yet.”
He spread her thighs and slid forward on the chair. Sheila looked at him over her shoulder just as he buried his face in her pussy from behind. He grabbed her hips to bring her closer to his mouth, and his tongue speared her just where she needed him.
She moaned as he ate her out and finger-fucked her from behind for a few minutes. He knew just what she liked, and her orgasm built in record time. Moments before the feelings coalesced into a thrilling climax, he drew back.
“Don’t stop yet,” she begged.
Derek smacked her ass on the same tender spot from earlier.
“You’d better learn to control yourself, Ms. Malone. This is still part of your discipline.”