Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“You’re taking your punishment well,” I told her. “But we’re far from done.”
Mandy nodded, sniffling. “Yes, miss. I understand.”
The next six strokes came in quick succession. I gave them forcefully, determined to drive the lesson home. By the twelfth Mandy screamed with each impact, her body shuddering, but she still remained in place.
“Twelve!” she wailed. “Thank you, miss!”
I set the paddle down. Mandy lay draped over the desk, sobbing quietly. Her bottom was a deep, angry red, and I knew she’d be feeling this lesson for days to come. I had given her as many strokes as Sharon had given me. I felt satisfied.
As I gazed at Mandy’s punished flesh, I felt a surge of pride mixed with arousal. The deep red of her backside seemed to pulse with heat, and I could see the subtle quivering of her muscles as she tried to process the pain. I had done this. I had asserted my authority and Mandy had submitted like a good girl. The power of it all left me breathless.
“You took that very well, Mandy,” I said, my voice husky with emotion. “I’m proud of you for accepting your punishment so gracefully.”
Mandy’s shoulders shook with quiet sobs, but I heard her whisper, “Thank you, miss. I’m sorry I disappointed you. I’ll do better, I promise.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of warmth through my chest. I reached out, unable to resist the urge to touch her again. My fingertips ghosted over the heated skin of her bottom, and Mandy let out a soft whimper that went straight to my clit.
I was suddenly acutely aware of the wetness between my own thighs. The power of the moment, the intimacy of it, was overwhelming. I wanted… I needed…
But I hesitated. This was all so new. The floor beneath my feet felt unsteady, like I was walking a tightrope between two versions of myself. Could I really ask for what I craved? Was it right to want more, after administering such a harsh punishment?
As I stood there, frozen in indecision, Mandy slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows. She turned her head, looking back at me with tearstained cheeks and eyes that held a mixture of pain, submission, and something else… something that made my breath catch in my throat.
“Miss?” Mandy’s voice was barely above a whisper. “May I… may I thank you properly? For teaching me this lesson?”
My heart raced at her words, understanding immediately what she was offering. I felt my face flush hot, a dizzying mix of desire and uncertainty swirling through me.
“Mandy, I…” I started, not sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to say yes, to give in to the hunger that had been building since I first put my hands on her. But another part held back, worried about crossing a line, about taking advantage.
Mandy must have sensed my hesitation. She slowly, carefully turned around to face me, wincing slightly as her punished bottom made contact with the edge of the desk. Her eyes met mine, filled with a need that mirrored my own.
“Please, miss,” she said softly. “I want to show you how grateful I am. How sorry I am for my behavior. Please let me make it up to you.”
I felt myself wavering, teetering on the edge of a decision that I knew would either solidify my place here in Selecta Entertainment or make it clear the conflict was too much for me. The air between us seemed to crackle with tension and possibility.
Stuart’s face flashed into my mind’s eye, as if he were watching me, assessing my every movement, my every choice. I smiled as I realized there wasn’t actually a choice here at all: biology and dominance—and even submission to my amazing, masterful boss—all went together. I walked around the desk, feeling Mandy’s eyes on me like a counterpart to Stuart’s imagined gaze. I sat in the high-tech ergonomic chair and pushed it back, on its rollers, to leave enough space for Mandy to comply with my next command.
“Kneel in front of me, you little slut,” I told her. “Paddling you got me hot and bothered, as I’m sure you guessed. You’re going to thank me with your pretty mouth.”
Mandy’s eyes widened at my command, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She slid carefully off the desk, wincing as her knees made contact with the floor. On visibly shaky limbs, she made her way around on all fours, to kneel before me.
I leaned back in the chair, my heart pounding as I slowly hiked up my skirt. The fabric whispered against my thighs, revealing my lacy purple panties. Mandy’s gaze was fixed on the apex of my thighs, her breath coming in quick little pants.
“You see this pussy, Mandy?” I said, my voice husky with arousal. “Earlier today, Stuart paddled me for forgetting to wax. He bent me over his desk, just like I did to you, and taught me a lesson about following the rules.”