He moved back to his side of the desk and summoned her towards him. She complied with his demand, unsure what she should do as she stood next to him, facing the desk.
“I’m going to help you remember why I’m angry with you, Natasha. Bend over my desk,” he ordered.
Tasha allowed herself a little smile. She was ready to do exactly as he’d said but paused and reminded herself that she was not compliant Tasha, she was defiant Natasha. She stood perfectly still and before she had time to realise what was happening he had pushed her forward so she was belly down across his desk.
“You really need to do as you’re told, Natasha.” He lifted her skirt, almost folding it up until it sat across her lower back, revealing her behind fully.
“Jeez,” he hissed when he saw her choice of underwear. “Open your legs.” He spoke with a firmness and definite approval and arousal.
She, defiant Natasha, stood with her thighs firmly pressed together and was immediately punished with a smack to one cheek, making her cry out.
“Open,” he growled.
She continued to defy his instruction which earned her another one on the other side making her moan rather than cry out. She complied with his demand now and was rewarded with him tracing his fingers down the crotchless area of her pants.
“You are so wet, Natasha. Now, tell me, why you’re here, across my desk?”
“Because I lied to you, sir.”
“Yes, you did. Now what do you think I ought to do about that?”
She shrugged again in her prone position and the smack was instantaneous.
“What shall I do, Natasha?”
“Spank me, hard, sir.”
She heard her own words and wondered why she’d added the hard. She didn’t want him to hurt her, she wanted the fun, sexy spanking.
He spanked her again and then, almost as some kind of reward buried his fingers into her warm heat and then they were gone. She heard the familiar sound of him sucking his fingers.
“What else, Natasha?”
“I pissed you off by talking in riddles, sir.”
Another smack came down, but lower so that his fingers could claim her again.
“Yes you did. What else?”
“Avoidance, I avoided answering your questions, sir.”
She could hear that her calling him sir made him excited.
He spanked her again, but no fingers followed, disappointing her.
“Are you sorry, Natasha?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sorry that you did them or that I found out?”
“Take your pick.” Her reply was insolent, meaning she wasn’t ready to be forgiven or for herpunishmentto end, not yet.
“I am considering what to do with you, Natasha; I could spank you again, with my hand or I could find a paddle and spank you. What do you think I should use?” He rubbed his hand over her cheeks and allowed a single finger to disappear between her cheeks to massage her very tightly puckered hole.
She attempted to push back against him which earned a single spank.
“I don’t think so. That is something I am saving, for my very beautiful, classy, future wife not a naughty, defiant, badly mannered girl like you.” With his voice low he resumed massaging her cheeks. “I think you may need the paddle, Natasha.”
