Spanking Ms. Whitman (Play at Work) Read Free Page A

was punishment enough for her transgression. The poor thing must be beside herself by now, a sodden heap curled in a miserable ball, afraid his anger would rain down upon her silky blonde hair. An image of his favorite employee entered his mind, making him smile. Wide, sea blue eyes fringed by long, feathered lashes, her sadness could eat into his soul.
    What state must she have been in to suggest he spank her? Pure desperation. And she couldn’t know how many times he’d entertained the idea, alone in his office. Quite a distraction at meetings as well. Her clothes so much more conservative than many of her co-workers, he longed to strip them off a piece at a time and….
    Fire Mona? Impossible. He couldn’t lose the best mid-level manager in his firm, who also happened to be the reason he rarely took a day off. She charmed the clients and helped to keep his other employees operating at their best. She made his day, just by coming in to the office. If only she could do it on time!
    He should give her a spanking.
    It had been her idea after all.
    She had no idea what she asked, but he did. He’d pictured her many times with her skirt off or better yet tucked up around her waist. In his mind he’d already slipped his finger under the lace of her panties to feel how wet her pussy was, trailed it through her moisture to arouse her further, heard her moan his name. Flogged a pattern of stripes on the backs of her pale, smooth thighs.... Dear God the woman drove him mad.
    Fire her? No! Marry her, maybe. He shook his head at his bizarre train of thought; he didn’t date employees, didn’t mix business and pleasure. But everything about Mona was a pleasure and a temptation. What would she think if she knew the fantasies that flew through his mind when she raced in late, day after day, cheeks flushed, and tried hide her tardiness. When she sat in his office going over reports and her subtle rose perfume had him leaning over his desk, breathing it at though it were his source of oxygen. When they happened to share an elevator and he caught himself moving as close as possible, fists clenched at his sides to prevent them from reaching out to caress the curve of her breast, her rounded backside. He especially liked her sexy ass. Mona’s ample curves drew him like a magnet.
    He stood outside his office, hand on the doorknob. Enough. His Mona did not need the burden of knowing her boss wanted her over his lap and in his bed. Although he hardened in his pants every time she bent to pick up a paper clip, and he wanted to grasp her hips and pull her rounded ass against his groin, he would not cross that line. He’d never slept with an employee. Until her, he’d never been all that tempted. He’d had no trouble keeping his priorities in order.
    Lovely women populated the clubs he frequented, more than willing to fulfill any kinky fantasy he could concoct. Rosy buttocks were a dime a dozen—but not the ones he longed to redden.
    Mona had been pretty upset and scared. With luck, she’d learned her lesson, and he could hear her regrets and forgive. She wouldn’t want to go through another session like this one. And if she kept coming late—although he wouldn’t reveal the fact—he would learn to live with it. Because he couldn’t go through another day like this either.
    She did not really intend him to spank her.
    Of course not.
    He adjusted his suit jacket and opened the door.
    But as he approached his desk, he found a scene defying his expectations. Mona’s tears had dried, leaving appealing streaks on her cheeks, but she sat erect and gave him a cheerful smile. Shocked for a moment, he frowned. What changed since I left the room?
    Taken aback by her upright posture and calm demeanor, he struggled to present the face he wanted her to see—the mien he’d worn when he participated in certain BSDM activities in years past. His Dom face.
    Somehow, in recent months he’d not had a taste for the sex games that had occupied his