Sari Winston had been working as his secretary for a week now.

He was a strict and demanding boss but he was also so ruggedly good-looking! She didn’t run off as she’d heard so many other girls had from this position.

Mmm…she wanted to get into a few positions for this man and admitted it to herself. The only problem was her OCD didn’t let her make mistakes on purpose. She had to do her best or she felt sick inside.

Sari had heard a whispered rumor of what had happened to a secretary that had misspelled some words in an important letter to a client. The idea of what might have happened made her labia clench and get wet.

Well, she thought, perhaps the punishment will also get rid of my queasiness at doing it on purpose. With a sigh, she typed up the dictated letter to a major client and left five words wrong. The butterflies in her stomach began to swarm. She printed it and walked it into his office for him to sign.

She was wearing her black, pleated miniskirt and white blouse. Sari knew she looked good and she had on the tiniest of thongs under it. The air swished around her bare butt cheeks as she strode to his desk.

He looked up and she knew he liked what he saw but he was very careful. She handed him the letter and waited.

It only took a few seconds.

“Excuse me? There are five words misspelled, Miss Winston.” His voice was quiet and cold.

“There are? I am so sorry, Sir.” She didn’t have to fake the blush.

He eyed her and then her legs.

“Go close the office door.” He told her.

Her heart skipped a beat and she barely could get out: “Yes. Sir, of course.” She walked over and felt his eyes on her ass as she closed it.

“Lock it, unless you object.” He told her.

“I will lock it, Sir. I don’t object.” She answered without turning around.

“Come back over here.” He pointed to where she’d been on his left. It hadn’t escaped her notice that he was left-handed.

“Can you roll that skirt up at the waist, Miss Winston?” He leaned back and asked.

“I can, Sir.” She nodded and kept his eyes to show she wasn’t offended, afraid a little, but not offended.

“Do so until I tell you to stop.” He commanded now and they both knew the difference.

She reached to the sides of her waist and began to roll it up shorter…and shorter…and shorter. Sari swallowed as she knew he had a good view of the tiny triangle of black lace not really covering her very short pubic landing strip.

“Turn around and then face me.” He commanded.

She obeyed and her skin prickled with goosebumps to so boldly display before him. His eyes came back to hers as she faced him.

“Would you ever lie to me, Miss Winston?” He asked.

She shook her head quickly. “I’d…I’d never want to do that.“

“I think you already have, Sari.” He used her first name and she liked how he tasted it when it came out.

“Sir?” She asked.

“Did you make those mistakes on purpose, Sari?” He smiled wickedly.

She felt a new blush hit her. “I…I…yes, Sir. I did.” She looked down in shame.

“Tell me why.” He commanded.

“I’d…heard a rumor, Sir.” She whispered.

“Ahh…yes, that was Lucille. She didn’t do it on purpose but she was very sorry she did it afterwards.” He sighed. “She quit the next week but never brought action against me for it.”

Too embarrassed? Sari wondered, or Lucille had known he knew she’d liked it somehow. How? Oh. She just realized what a view he was going to have if he spanked her over his lap!

“Did…did she not want to admit…you knew she liked it?” Sari asked.

He quietly laughed. “I’ve always found intelligence to be so very sexy, Sari. Yes, I had some rather damning proof that she did.”

Sari looked up in confusion.

“I kept her…moist panties.” He spread his hands like there you go. “The same way I’m going to tell you to give me your thong right now. Either that or you can unlock the door, leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

Sari bit her lower lip.

“Doing that will also get you spanked, Sari.” He warned her.

She stopped immediately. Her hands shook a little as she reached up and began to lower her thong. She didn’t let it drop but stepped out of it then handed it to him. Oh God, was he going to check?

His eyes stayed on hers as he rubbed the small bit of fabric between his thumb and index finger. His smile widened.

Sari braced for some comment or tease but all he did was place her thong in his shirt pocket, push the chair back, and pat his lap.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.

Sari was glad he helped her into position because she hadn’t been spanked like this since she was a young teen. At 28, she was a little bigger now.

His hand rested on her naked skin and she shivered a little. It was going to happen! Oh my!

“Even though you did these on purpose, I’m still going to spank you well past tears.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded. “I consent.”

“Thank you.” He told her then began.

The sound and the feel hit her at the same time as she realized she was getting a spanking over the lap of a sexy, sexy man! Ooo, he meant what he’d said as the burn grew and tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t hold them back. I like hearing them.” He told her.

He was a sadist! Of course, he was. Sari was a naughty little masochist. Oh, yes, please.

Soon, all she could think of was his handprints embedded all across her ass and upper thighs. Her office chair would be so wonderfully uncomfortable the rest of the day!

Sobs began to shake her a little now and she found herself promising to be good and saying she was sorry like a little girl. It just came out!

He made noises like he was listening but doubtful. Sari began to beg for forgiveness. It felt so…so…slutty to beg like this. As she realized it, she realized also she might climax from him spanking her!

It was like he knew or could tell because his leg under her hips raised so her ass was arched tighter now and he really spanked her.

She moaned and squirmed but couldn’t get away from the coming tidal wave. It crashed over her and she squealed softly. Writhing under his hand, she felt him hold her down with his right hand on the small of her back.

His left hand went down her fold and two of his fingers entered her and began to pump!

“OH GOD.” She groaned loudly as he caused her to come a second time now. “Please…please..please…don’t stop, Sir?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He laughed into her ear.

A third one came and eclipsed the first two. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out! A giggle erupted from her instead and then a sob. Her mind and body were going haywire!

She realized he had stopped and was rubbing her sore spots gently. She melted across his lap with a sigh and purred like a kitten.

“Learned your lesson?” He asked, not stopping his enjoyment of her bottom.

Sari nodded. “Oh, yes, Sir…Yes….although…”

“Yes?” He asked.

“I might need daily reminders.” She offered and was surprised at the brazen tone of her own voice.

“I agree…every morning and perhaps after work.” He agreed.

She felt so warm as she whispered, “I might need more than just spanking after work, Sir. Perhaps somewhere more private?”

He patted her bottom. “Go freshen up. I’m keeping the thong. We’ll go to lunch and discuss your new rules. Kneel next to me first.”

She slid off and knelt as she looked up at him.

“Do you know what it is to be a Dom and a submissive?” He asked.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir…mostly from reading and movies…I’ve heard they aren’t all that accurate.”

He laughed. “They are not for the most part. That is another thing we will discuss then. Think about it while you get ready, make us a reservation at the Four Seasons for lunch. Bring your tablet so we can set down what we discuss.”

She grew bold. “What we negotiate, Sir?”

He smiled and stuck his hand out to her in a fist with the thumb extended. She eyed it then leaned forward to take it in her mouth and begin to suck it. She had read those books, too.

“Mmm…good girl.” He sighed.

She felt that flush of pleasure she’d read about run through her. She let go enough to say, “Thank you, Sir.”

He pulled back his thumb. “That will do for now. I wanted to test you a little. You liked what I said?”

“Very, very much, SIr.” She squirmed. “I got even wetter from it.” What use was modesty right now?

“Stand and turn.” He commanded.

She obeyed.

SMACK!! He swatted her bare ass.

“Better lower the hem before you go. There’ll be rumors enough from how loud someone was.” He eyed her as she looked back.

“Sorry, Sir.” She shrugged.

“It’s okay. I have a ball-gag in the drawer for next time.” He made a shooing motion.

Sari pulled down her hem as she unlocked the door. “May I rub, Sir?”

He looked up. “If you do then everyone will know for sure what just happened.”

She just repeated the question.

“You may, Sari.” He smiled.

She rubbed her bottom all the way to the ladies room and didn’t care about the giggles she heard behind her.