Page 33 of Punish Me

I stand trembling in anger, want, and fear, watching him slide the paddle under the couch cushion. God, I hope no one heard my shriek. What will they think?

“Come in,” he calls out before I can say another word.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that you hadn’t finished your first meeting,” Austin says with a smirk, waltzing in.

I can barely escape before I hear Ambrose’s condescending chuckle. Fuck me to hell, and back this man will drive me insane. I’m so turned on and need him in the worst way, but I’ll be damned if I beg.

Sighing, I drop down at my computer and bury my face in my hands. The shame burns me. Not because I’ve been humiliated, tortured, or harassed. No, it’s because I liked everything he didto me and wanted more. What’s worse is that I loved being subjected to that in his office with the risk of exposure.

I think I was turned on more by the knowledge that anyone could have walked in on us at any moment. I open my computer and tap a few keys to open the site Boss Be Damned.

I click into the “How to Resist Your Boss” chat.

@Perfect_Storm: Is it harassment when you want to be harassed?

I move from my desk to the cream club chairs in front of the electric fireplace. Massaging my temples, I flip through the invoices for a project two weeks from completion. After five minutes, I toss the invoices onto the glass table beside me and groan. I can’t focus.

I walk to the large panoramic window and look down on the boulevard below. Palm trees sway in the breeze, welcoming passersby to the downtown area. It’s such a breathtaking and relaxing view, but I can’t find peace today.

Moving away, I grab a watering can off the bookshelf and water my orchids and two ferns before my gaze drifts up to the large scenic painting of downtown Ocean Falls. The painting is of this building and the surrounding ones. The Atlantic Ocean is opposite the buildings on the other side of the street.

The painting was made in nineteen-seventy-three, and much hasn’t changed in this historic town other than updating the existing buildings. A chime on my computer has me rushing back to my oval-shaped glass desk.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: What do you mean?

@Perfect_Storm: I find myself purposely creating tension between #MasterPunisher and myself so that he can do things to me that, if not illegal, are definitely unethical.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: What sort of things?

I pause, wondering how much it’s okay to disclose without telling everything. Sighing loudly, I forge ahead.

@Perfect_Storm: Spankings. Orgasm denial.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: WTH?

@Tortured_Admin: Maybe you should change your name to Mind_Games.

@Perfect_Storm: That’s harsh.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: I don’t see what the problem is if you’re both into each other like that. You say you have a past; let it go and start a future.

@Perfect_Storm: I wish it were that simple, but it’s complicated. So many ??‍??‍?? would be impacted by a decision like this.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: Does your ?? have a no-fraternization policy?

@Perfect_Storm: No. I’ve already checked into that. I’m new, and although he isn’t, he holds a position that causes him to carefully consider every decision he makes because it can impact the company.

@Tortured_Admin: The games you’re playing will have an impact. If anyone finds out, you’re risking your career.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: You sound like you have a lot to think about.

@Tortured_Admin: No. Sounds like she’s doing what she wants to do.

@Undercover_Math_Scholar: @Tortured_Admin, who pissed in your ??this morning?

@Perfect_Storm: @Tortured_Admin, I thought you were the one who advised me to overlook my ?? for good ???

@Tortured_Admin: Just thinking maybe you’re in the wrong chat. This is about resisting your ??‍??, and you’re not trying to.

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