I spanked her harder than I had intended to, but she didn’t seem to mind; when my hand contacted her bare backside, she let out a pained yet pleasurable gasp.
“Fuck!”
“I told you not to speak.”
Another smack landed on her reddening backside, but this time, she did not reply. Instead, she settled back into place across my naked legs as my cock continued to press firmly into her stomach.
I raised my hand and brought it down once again. Another loud crack punctuated my otherwise quiet office.
“Now, tell me again why you disobeyed me.”
“Because I forgot the rules.”
Another spank; another crack.
“Didn’t I tell you to knock before entering?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
I spanked her again and again, but then, as my hand began to tire, I brought my palm down gently against her butt, caressed one cheek for a moment, then squeezed it tightly. Her skin was as hot as mine, and the tip of my penis was surely leaking, leaving a thin, clear residue where it pressed against her stomach.
“Now, stand up.”