Under Strict Orders (Love Under Quarantine 1)

“Is your work done?”

“Yes, sir,” I responded automatically.

“Did you eat?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Breakfast and lunch?”

“Um, no.”

He steepled his fingers under his chin, clearly thinking about what he was going to do with me. Most likely those thoughts were along the lines of punishment.

“You know that was naughty, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You were a naughty girl.”

“Yes, sir. I was a naughty girl,” I said, feeling a thrill rattle through me.

“Take off your clothes.”

Without underwear or shoes to deal with it wasn’t long before I was standing naked in the middle of his office, with the exception of my tight corset. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I remembered I had disobeyed. More naughtiness for him to punish. I quickly stripped that off too and dropped it to the ground. I could feel the goosebumps rise all over my body, despite how toasty warm he kept the house.

“Good girl. Now, get on your knees.”

I obeyed, slowly sinking to my knees on the plush Persian rug that would probably cost a full year of my salary.

“Ass up,” he instructed.

Pushing my hands down into the rug so I was on all fours, I raised my ass high. This seemed to please him, and I felt glad. I really wanted him to be happy with me and not feel that he made a mistake choosing me. I knew there were better-looking girls in the office, some of whom were nearly as accomplished as I was. I was still trying to figure out exactly why he had chosen me.

“Now crawl to me.”

I was a bit rusty on my crawling skills but still, I made it without too much trouble, ending up kneeling at his feet as he turned to face me. Reaching down with his strong hands, he lifted me up off the floor and put me across his lap.

I could feel the bulge of his cock against my belly as it pressed up against the inside of his jeans. Again, I imagined what it would be like to have him take my virginity.

Holding me still with one hand, he massaged my ass with the other, dipping down between my thighs every so often, lightly stroking my very wet pussy, only building on my arousal.

The first strike came hard and sharp, making me yelp from surprise as much as pain. It didn’t actually hurt as much as I had expected.

He spanked me again with a different part of his hand, striking up instead of down, making it feel more like a grab and squeeze. This was followed by another sharp slap. He continued like this, alternating between hard and soft, mixing in the occasional rub of my pussy, until I was shuddering with delight, not sure how much wetter I could possibly get.

Finally, Vik took pity on me, working his fingers into my prepped pussy, fingering me until I came, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

“Good girl,” he whispered, making me smile.

Chapter Seven

Vik

I was really proud of her. I could tell she had never been spanked before, but she had taken it like a champ. I didn’t go as hard as I could have, trying to ease her in slowly, though she seemed to be taking to it like a duck to water.

Shifting her position so she was straddling me, Angie instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck, making it easier to pick her up. I put my arms under her ass, just in front of the afflicted area.

It wasn’t far to the bathroom. Not that it mattered much anyway. Angie couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds soaking wet, and I could carry her easily.

I sat myself on the toilet by the tub, keeping Angie close against me. Most of my pets tended to need a lot of coddling after I played with them, particularly if it was their first experience. I started the water for a bath and started adding various kinds of oils and healing milks of my own creation.

Turning off the water, I lifted Angie again, lowering her into the gentle, healing water. A sigh escaped her throat as I did so.

“Feels good, right?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured.

“I made the ingredients myself.”

I picked up a washcloth from the edge of the sink and, wetting it from the bath water, began to scrub her down, starting at her delicate neck and working down her back and around and down her tits, being careful of her sensitive nipples, and over her belly.

Submerging my hand, I swished it down each of her legs from her hips to her feet, taking a bit of extra time to give her a foot massage. Angie leaned back as I worked her feet, her beautiful tits rising up from the milky depths, sighing contentedly.

I was secretly glad she had taken it so well and I hadn’t traumatized her or anything. I kept it to myself though, trying to keep up the appearance of the strict but fair boss and dominant.