Page 14 of Her Boss

“Fuck… fuck. Okay.” Hesitantly, she reached back with clearly shaking hands.

Though I wasn’t sure why, I took them in my own, and gave them a squeeze I hoped was reassuring. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, girl.”

“Y-you’re going to spank me. How is that not going… to hurt?”

“Yes, I am—and it will. But it’s not going to be anything you can’t handle. This is for teaching you a lesson, and ensuring you understand your place here. But you won’t be truly hurt. I’m not a brute.” I lowered her hands to her ass, pressing them there for a moment under my palms. “Not quite, anyway.”

Her hands didn’t move for a moment.

I patted her bottom. “Let’s get on with it. Panties down now.”

Fortunately, she decided to obey, and I cheered inside as her fingers hooked into the lace, drawing it out from the cleft of her ass, then down her trembling legs.

“All the way now. Drop them to your feet.”

Finally, she did, her hands hovering for a heartbeat.

“Fold your arms on the desk—and you’ll keep them there until I tell you otherwise. Move them, and this will be worse for you.”

In moments, her head was posed upon her forearms, and I beheld the beauty of her flawless bottom. On a lark, I spread her cheeks apart slightly, just enough to reveal clearly the dark whorl of her anus.

She mewled softly.

“Just need to inspect these holes, girl. Be still and quiet now.”

Geneva needed to learn that discipline from me meant submitting her bottom in every way, including being displayed, fondled, and inspected. Spankings weren’t only about punishment, after all. Gentle humbling and forced exhibition were essential to getting into the psyche of the penitent female receiving a correction. The pain was only part of it; reaching her mind and her emotional core, those places where she felt the most vulnerable, was as important, if not more so, than properly reddening her buttocks.

I wanted to see how she’d react to being inspected, to realizing that part of submitting to this arrangement meant allowing me to touch her anywhere and everywhere. In my experience, the process of humbling a woman meant steadily peeling away the layers of her defenses. That experience would generally do one of two things—either progressively reveal her for what she truly was, or illustrate in stark relief that she was indeed not the kind of woman prepared to genuinely surrender.

I touched the delicate circlet of her anus, tracing its outline with my fingertips, her tight hole clenching slightly. Rather than protest though, Geneva buried her face in her arms, her body staying very still.

A very promising sign indeed.

Even more encouraging was the strong scent on the air as I slipped two fingers between her legs, easing the delicate petals of her pussy open, revealing the tender blush rose of her exposed sex. “Mm, someone likes this, I think…”

“It’s… it’s not like that…” But there was no conviction in her whispered words.

I knew the truth. We both did.

Drawing close to her, clasping her upper hip, enabling me to pin her down firmly to the desktop, I pressed the bulge of my erection against the side of her bottom.

She gasped softly.

“Yes, this is part of it, too. Does it horrify you? That a man punishing you is excited by it?” I leaned over her, ensuring she felt the full length of my arousal against her. “Or is it quite something else? Is it that you’ve discovered the type of man who’s always appeared in your dreams? The sort of male mean enough to do to you what it is you really need?”

Her breathing was almost a pant. “No… it’s… I don’t like this…”

“But I don’t believe you. Not at all.” I patted the plump purse of her cunt, displayed as it was below the broad rounds of her buttocks. “This betrays the true you, Geneva. And I have a secret for you. I love that about you. Good girls don’t get wet and excited at being punished by a man, do they? What does that say about you? That your little pussy gets so wet and fragrant at the thought of how it’s going to feel having your bottom roasted under my hard hand. That you’re slick and hot down there knowing my cock is hard as steel as I look upon your perfect bottom laid bare and helpless before me to do whatever I want with it.” I pinched her left buttock, hard, until she squeaked. “And I will, bad girl. I intend to do just that.”

Not giving her so much as a second to reconsider, I smacked the upper curve of her right buttock, leaving my hand there for a heartbeat for the sting to sink in fully.

She clenched her cheeks tight.

“No. I want them soft. No clenching. The punishment does its best work on a soft, surrendered bottom.” I massaged her buttocks, cooing at her. “Come on, bad girl. Relax them. We won’t continue until you do. The sooner you give in, the sooner we can get through this.”

“I… please, I… don’t know what’s happening to me.” Her words held a poignant note of desperation, as if the last vestiges of her defenses were crumbling by the second.

“Shh, it’s okay. The only thing happening here is your surrender, and me showing you the error of your ways. When we’re done, and you’ve got a nice, stinging, red-hot bottom, and your pretty tears are streaming down your sweet face, all will be right with the world again. I promise.” I knew I shouldn’t do it, but her breathtaking vulnerability was already wearing down my own resolve, and I pressed a soft kiss to the silky hair at her temple.

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