Page 58 of Heat Clinic

“There were six misplaced commas and four typos. You’re clearly not paying attention when you work. I’m afraid I’ll need to enact a correction.”

“I see. What sort of punishment did you have in mind?”

He grabs me by the hips and spins me around, then presses a hand down between my shoulders as he bends me over the edge of the bed. “The corporal kind, Miss Thorne. Lift your skirt and take it with grace. Ten strikes. One for each mistake. That seems fair, doesn’t it?”

“My skirt, sir?” I look over my shoulder at him, a strand of hair falling out of my messy bun. I need to buy a pair of fake glasses pronto.

“Yes. It’s not a punishment if it doesn’t hurt. I’ll deliver the blows to your bare bottom for maximum impact. Maybe in the future you won’t be so careless about your typing.”

I bite my lip, his eyes tracking the movement, as I wiggle my tight pencil skirt up until my wet cleft and ass are exposed.

“Miss Thorne, why aren’t you wearing any panties? Is this why you’ve been so distracted lately during our meetings?” He grabs my cheeks and pries them apart, the air cool on my wet slit as he exposes it. “Oh, look at how wet you are. Clearly you’re enjoying this. Spanking you won’t be much of a punishment if you’re enjoying it.”

“It’s not my fault, sir. I can’t help it. The truth is… I find you very handsome.”

“Hmm.”

“Can I make a confession, sir?”

“This is the best time for it, Miss Thorne, since you’re already going to be punished.”

“Sometimes at lunch after we’ve spent all morning together, I touch myself in the bathroom.”

“Where do you touch yourself? Show me so I know how bad your behavior has been.”

I reach a hand between my legs and find my clit, getting my fingers wet with slick as I rub and roll it until I’m fidgeting and pleasure tightens into need in my belly.

“Such vulgar sounds you make, Miss Thorne. It’s very unbecoming behavior for my secretary. That type of wantonness deserves to be punished.”

“Please punish me, sir.” I stroke my clit faster and harder and let out a filthy moan. He’s hard, his dress slacks tented with the state of his erection, and all I can think about is him fucking me. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been going at it nearly nonstop. Finding my mates has lit a fire in me that threatens to consume me. Their pheromones have dumped gasoline on this heat’s cinders.

“Hands flat on the bed, Miss Thorne. Get ready to receive your correction.”

Biting my lip to hold back my grin, I put my hands flat on my bed and push my ass out.

The first smack to my bottom is light, but the second one stings, and when it fades it leaves heat behind. He spanks the other with two strokes to match, then slaps them both at the same time. I cry out, the force of his last blow making my knees hit the edge of the bed.

“This is for your own benefit, Miss Thorne.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He spanks me again, his palm leaving heat and warmth and pleasure as he strikes the shape of his hand into my flesh.

“How many strikes was that, Miss Thorne? I hope you’ve been paying attention.”

I struggle to count them. “Five… no, six, sir.”

“Very good, Miss Thorne. It appears you can pay attention when you’re properly motivated. Perhaps there’s some hope for you as my secretary yet. Four more strokes for your grammar, and then we’ll attend to your wantonness.”

“Thank you, sir.”

His palm hits me, harder than he has before, then follows it with another blow until all I can feel is the sting and the heat. He lights a fire inside me with every smack.

Nine.

Ten.

When it’s done, he drags his trimmed nails over my sensitive skin until I wiggle and gasp. “Here is your last punishment, Miss Thorne.”

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