Page 83 of Isabela

I finally have a break in my schedule, and I sigh, leaning back in my chair. I don’t know if Isa will take me up on my offer, but it’s on the table.

“Hey!” Isabela says, ducking into my office. My lips pull back into a smile as I watch her come in and dump her backpack onto the ground. “Today has been crazy. How is your day going?”

“About the same,” I admit. “Go close the door and lock it for me, would you?”

Smirking, she walks over to do as I ask, but not before I notice the way her hips roll as she does. Isa is still too damn thin, though it doesn’t change how sassy she is.

The lock snicks over as she turns it, and Isa glances over her shoulder. Chuckling, I jerk my head so she’ll get her little ass moving.

“Come here,” I say, mirth clear in my voice. “I’m fairly certain you’ve earned a spanking, and maybe a reward depending on how this goes.”

I'm trying not to call her my ‘good girl’ until I can successfully take it back and help her reclaim it for herself. Isa’s feet start to slow as her mouth pops open. I swallow back a groan at the thought of her lips wrapped around my cock. Fuck me.

“Really?” she asks. “You were serious?”

“Mmhmm,” I murmur. I watch as she comes closer. I push out my chair a bit, unbuckling my belt and pulling it out of the loops. Her gasp is audible, and I shake my head as I fashion them into cuffs for her hands.

“No, Little One, these are for your wrists. I want to feel you wiggling on my lap, but unable to move as I punish your pretty little ass. Color?”

There’s curiosity in her eyes as she thinks. I know she’s been spiraling a bit without a task to ground her. I want to help her, but I need her to trust me enough to do it.

“Green,” she whispers, moving to my side. My hand is heavy on her back as I push her down so she’s laying face down across my lap. Gently, I take her wrists through the loops before pulling it taut with my teeth. Securing it, I let go of the leather in my mouth and ghost my hand down her back to massage her ass.

“That’s it, Little One,” I praise her. “Fuck, I’m dying to plug your pretty little ass.”

Unbuttoning her jeans, I pull down the zipper and tug down her pants with her panties. Isa hisses as the cooler air hits her skin. Ironically, I turned the air down an hour ago. Her thighs attempt to rub together, making me shake my head.

“None of that, Little One,” I murmur, raising my hand and spanking her ass hard.

“Ahh!” Isa exclaims, starting to pant. Fuck yes. So damn responsive.

“Shh, it wasn’t scary, was it?” I ask her, rubbing the red, angry handprint on her ass.

“No,” she admits.

“Count every single spank for me, Little One. If you skip a number or fuck it up, I’ll have to get creative to keep your attention,” I tell her with a smirk. I have a new, smaller butt plug that I think she’d wear well for the rest of the day. “The first one didn’t count. Ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, making me bite my fist. Goddamn, she’s so fucking beautiful. It’s a good thing my department has learned to ignore any sounds coming from my office, since it’s the middle of the day.

Without a word, I raise my hand and bring it down hard on the fleshy part of her ass. Isa cries out as she rises onto her toes, whimpering. Waiting, I listen to her gasp in a breath.

“One.”.

“That’s it, Little One,” I say before moving my thigh so I’m sitting with my legs spread. I spank her three more times until the tears start to fall, and then check in with her as I push my finger into her warm, wet cunt. “Give me your color, Isa.”

“Green,” she moans. “Oh…”

Isa has counted every swat so well, and my eyes roll as I push a second finger inside of her channel. Goddamn, she’s dripping.

“Perfect,” I growl, struggling to control myself as I pull out my fingers. I want to suck on the arousal smeared all over them, but instead grunt, “Open your mouth.”

Feeding Isa my fingers, I feel my cock strain against my pants as she greedily sucks and licks them. “Taste how much you love this. Such a beautiful little brat, taking your punishment,” I rumble.

Isa whimpers as I pull my fingers away. “Remember your number.”

That’s the only warning she receives before I spank her again. Her gasps and cries don’t keep her from continuing to count, until I push her cheeks wide and spank her clit.

“Oh God!” she cries out with a shudder. “I didn’t think I’d like that so much. Not after…”

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