The next day Elizabeth was nervous about how Mr. Copeland would act. She got there extra early so she didn’t have to awkwardly bump into him. When she sat down at her desk, another reminder shot up her spine. Her ass still tingled from the night before. She closed her eyes and flashes of memory shot thru her skull.
She heard a SLAP in her head, followed by the rush of electricity that started at her clit, SLAP as she sat on her chair playing with her clit with Mr. Copeland watching, SLAP with her standing in front of the mirror, looking at the red hand print on her ass.
She slid her finger across her bright red ass, skin still sensitive and healing. She played with herself again last night, in her bed. She made sure to grind her ass on her bed sheet, while she masturbated to the reminder of who it was that made those marks.
The sound of the door awoke her from this flashback. “Good morning Mrs. Elizabeth, what time is the meeting today?” This time the combination of his look and hearing her name from his mouth made her entire pussy area throb. “Um, 1pm sir”. She then tried to pinpoint the exact location in her body that throbbed, until she heard “Perfect, please have the power point ready by noon so I can familiarize myself with it”.
That’s right, she thought, as a quick video of the events that led to her current state, played in her head. She emailed Mr. Copeland the power point before noon and made sure to follow up with him at his office.
“The power point is ready for you sir” she said at his door. He looked at her with those piercing eyes and said “Thank you, I’ll look at it now”. She wanted to stay and just watch him, but she fought that urge and went to her desk, excited to sit and feel that rush again. Mmmm there it was.
She watched from the back of the conference room as Mr. Copeland went over the power point with the board of directors. He had a natural confidence that demanded the entire rooms attention. Each click of his remote was met with a strong discussion on the slide.
He looked the members of the board in their eyes and talked directly to them, not at them. He waited for feedback or questions, then answered them confidently or had me write them down to follow up later.
When the Zimmerman slide came up, I felt myself get wet. Why did I not put a panty liner in this morning, I thought. I shifted my legs because I felt like people knew I was leaking over here and tried to focus. “This is the Zimmerman account we were after for awhile, thank you Mrs. Elizabeth for putting this together”.
I heard my name from his lips again and thought steam was coming off of me, as everyone turned to me and clapped. Each clap was the sound of SLAP, which forced pictures in my head of last night again. I was now hyper focused on my sore ass and I felt a drip escape my panties, then slide down my ass.
I nodded and said thank you sir. We went the whole week as if nothing happened. Every night I went home and couldn’t wait to unload my sexual frustration of my toy. But now, when I was grinding my ass, I didn’t feel anything from it. I was completely healed and wanted more.
I was determined to get the spanking I deserve next week, which made my weekend long thinking about it. I’m going to need more batteries, I thought, and after that, I need to change these sheets.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jvc8os/the_executive_assistant_2_latin_luver
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