Page 32 of Punish Me

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Have you always been this hard-headed, or is this some new thing you’re on,Ms. St. Clair?”

“Are we back to that again? If you have a problem with me, just say it, Mr. Charles, because I’m tired of the games.”

“I gave you a direct order not to make the announcement until I was in town,” he snarls, leaning against his desk with his arms folded.

“You’re in town.”

“I arrived late this morning and didn’t authorize you to move forward.”

“No, Tina authorized me to move ahead. She said you were held up for another day out of town and that it was safe to share the news. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t heard frommyCEO, when I am his right-hand person, and the board chair had.”

I watch as he walks past me and locks his door.

“What are you doing?”

“How often have I warned you not to fucking challenge my authority?” he asks, removing his necktie.

“Ambrose, I—”

“Itold younotto hold the meeting until you heard from me again,” he says, walking back to his desk and unlocking a drawer. “Seems you have a hard time following rules.”

“What the hell?” I ask, looking at the paddle in his hand.

“Insubordination.”

My pussy clenches, and my heart pounds, but my eyes narrow, and my jaw clenches. “You’re not fucking hitting me with that, Ambrose.”

He stalks closer to me and says, “Watch me.”

“I dare you—”

Before I can finish the sentence, he lifts me off the floor, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me to his sitting area. In one quick move, he has my hands behind my back and ties them at the wrist with his necktie. I struggle as he sits on the couch and grabs the skirt hem of my cream-colored dress.

Ambrose is right. I now dress for him. The top of my cream and burgundy two-tone, form-fitting, sleeveless dress cuts closeat the top with a keyhole collar and sleeks down to a shapely cream skirt.

All my resistance stops when the air caresses my ass cheeks, and his hand smooths across them.

“God, no fucking panties?” he hisses.

My pussy clenches at how his voice garbles and breaks off until he whacks my bare ass with that paddle.

“Ro!” I cry.

He brings the paddle down again, and I shudder. Two more whacks, and I’m getting used to the sting on my ass that has me ready to cum as juices pearl on my lips.

Preparing for the fifth, he stuns me by saying, “Get up.”

I stand, glaring at him.

“What was that?”

“You will stop disrespecting my authority. You may leave now.”

“What?”

“I have another meeting,” he says as a knock sounds at the door.

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