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

free time. His interest in quick, one-night encounters had faded as his imagination became filled with images of a smart, innocent blonde who would be appalled if she knew what he’d like to do with her—to her. She’d jokingly suggested spanking…she had no idea.
    Why would such a lovely girl want to get involved with a man fifteen years older than she whose idea of a fun date involved having someone splayed across his lap while he warmed her backside with his cupped hand, or maybe one of his floggers or paddles. Or his belt…. In his mind’s eye, the armful struggling in his grasp became her, Mona. Wrists cuffed or maybe held together behind her back, making her helpless. Her nipples, hard as diamond points, pressed into his thighs. He suppressed the image, struggling for composure.
    Clearly, she’d been joking, maybe to distract him. Satisfied with his conclusion, he prepared to do his job in the most professional way possible.
    “Mr. Marks?” Her voice drew him back to reality, to a day when he stood behind his desk viewing an employee in need of discipline. Discipline! Don’t even go there! He pulled out his chair and sat, the straining erection now hidden from her too-aware gaze.
    “Miss Whitman, did you put the time I gave you to good use?” He straightened his jacket and undid the single button.
    “Yes, I did.” She gave him a look from under her lashes and his heart melted. If it weren’t for his wretched past, he could make a move. Despite his ethics professor’s adamant statements, bosses did date employees all the time. But how could he ever explain how he’d lived, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time? She’d be horrified and shocked.
    What did she like to do on an evening out with one of her boyfriends? Dinner and a movie? Missionary-style lovemaking? Unreasonable rage tightened his chest at the thought of anyone else touching his Mona. No, not his Mona! His employee, Miss Whitman, whose personal life was none of his business.
    But, oh God, he couldn’t suppress the thoughts of all the ways he’d love to fuck her. Restrain her. Punish her until she came from the intensity of it.
    Recovering for the moment, he continued. “Perhaps you would like to share your thought processes with me? Have you come up with a suitable punishment for your transgression?”
    “I have defied your authority on numerous occasions, flagrantly breaking company policy by my tardiness. I should be punished.”
    “I’m glad we agree.” Relief they were back on track dealing with employee issues allowed him to lean back, prepared to listen to her groveling. “So, what did you decide I should do with you…or two you?” Subtle.
    Casting her eyes down, no longer smiling, she mumbled something.
    “Speak up, please.” His erection eased somewhat, and he shifted his weight, achieving a modicum of comfort. He’d have her back at her desk before she realized what a deviant she worked for. A moment passed, however, before she answered.
    “You should spank me.”
    Shit! Maybe she wasn’t kidding. His cock leapt to full attention, straining to be free. He sucked in a breath, and another, before he could trust himself to speak. But when he did, the voice that met his ears emerged from the Dom, not the boss. Dammit!
    “I am not amused. This is a serious matter. Your career is at stake.” Spank Miss Whitman? He searched her face; her tongue flicked out to moisten her lower lip. She stared back at him, never wavering. “Do you know what you’re asking?” He hated the plea in his voice, but how to tell her, unless…
    Her curvaceous bottom upturned on his lap, reddening under his hand—a surge of lust roared through his head. Stop! She doesn’t understand what she is talking about and even if she did, there is no spanking the employees. Sets a bad precedent. Fun…but no, I’d have the labor board all over me in no time. Well, some sanity remained, under the surface, even if his other side had taken control. A war