His Good Girl

His praise helped ease some of my discomfort. My ass was on fire, but I realized with a start that I was so wet, my thong was soaked through.

My mind may be struggling with the encounter, but my body was apparently loving it.

His palm connected with me again.

“Seven.”

A tingling sensation began spreading across my abused flesh, and I arched my hips to meet his hand when he spanked me again.

“Eight.”

I was starting to enjoy the pain just a little. Okay, a lot.

What the fuck was happening to me?

“Two more, Ms. Rivers.”

I groaned at the next slap, grinding my hips.

“Nine.”

Oh God, one more. Just one more left …

The last hit was harder than any before it, and I squealed. “Ten!”

I slumped into his lap, relief and arousal sweeping through me. It was over, but … did I want it to be?

“Well done, Ms. Rivers. You handled your first punishment beautifully.” His long fingers traced over my ass cheeks gently.

Admiring his handiwork?

I whimpered when he began to massage my tender flesh, his strong hands easing the sting and replacing it with the strangest pleasure I’d ever experienced. Soon, I was moaning into my arm as I tried to muffle my reaction to his touch.

“Bad girls get punished. Good girls get rewarded.” He parted my cheeks and tugged at my thong, putting just enough pressure on my clit to make me crazy, but he didn’t touch me there directly. Releasing my underwear, he went back to massaging my ass. “But you are far from a good girl yet, Ms. Rivers.”

His hands left me, and I felt cold without his touch.

“Stand back up.”

Wait, is that it?

He was going to leave me wet and wanting after spanking the hell out of my ass?

Pushing off his lap, I made it back to my feet, yanking my skirt down in annoyance. My pussy ached so badly that I was tempted to shove my hand into my underwear right there in front of him to relieve myself. I figured that’d just get me another spanking, however, and I wasn’t keen on having my sore butt punished again so soon.

He looked up at me, appearing no-worse-for-wear, despite what he’d just done to me. Apart from his obvious hard-on, that is. It was the only sign that he’d been at all affected by our … encounter.

“Sir, I—”

“We have a busy day ahead of us, Ms. Rivers, and your punishment has put us behind schedule. I’ll need you to set up conference room C for the meeting I have taking place in there tomorrow at nine. All the information you’ll need is on your computer at your desk outside.”

With that, he turned toward his desk, dismissing me. I stared at the back of his head in stunned silence.

You sadistic sonofabitch. That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?

Spank me until I’m a wet, horny mess, then show me the door.

Well, fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, I could pretend to be as unaffected as him.