Page 20 of Morsel

Once again, I fall silent.

Yeah, I can listen.

No, I don’t want to.

I’m also not sure what’s happening to me right now. I’m sprawled out over my boss’ knee, and he’s staring at my bare ass.

Should I feel embarrassed?

Yes.

Do I?

Absolutely.

Do I hate the feeling?

Not as much as I thought I would.

Humiliation mixes with excitement as I feel his hands on my skin.

Does Oscar know that he’s basically massaging me? When was the last time anyone touched me like this?

Wait.

Have I ever been touched like this?

There was Mark, but he always just started fingering me. He never traced little lines over my skin the way Oscar is. Becky was great, too, but she always wanted to jump right to sex. She didn’t do the thing where she just took her time.

I hear asmackbefore pain registers in my ass.

“Stay with me, pet.”

“I’m not your pet.”

“You are now.”

More heat washes over me.

The pain from Oscar’s smack spreads out from my bottom, but I don’t hate it. It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I kind of like it.

And he’s right.

I was getting lost in my own head.

“I’m going to spank you now, Dolly.”

“I thought you just did.”

“That wasn’t even your warmup, baby.”

I’m quiet for a second.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Why?” I ask.

“What are you asking, Dolly?”

---