He pulls the silky fabric back as much as he can, fully exposing my ass. “Patience, Grasshopper.” He strokes gently, his fingers dangerously close to my most forbidden spot. I want him to explore me further, but he doesn’t. I curse my undies rule.
And just when I least expect it, a sharp sting jolts me right out of my thoughts. The paddle brush is not as soft as his hands, yet I still love it. I moan when he does it again. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Oh my… what have I done to deserve these spankings, Sir?” I ask playfully.
“Absolutely nothing,” he says. “Mr. Boss Man reserves the right to spank you anytime he wishes, no justification needed.”
I smile. “Are you done now?”
He strokes my ass softly. “Yes, your sweet bum is very red. I think you’ve suffered enough.” He gently readjusts my panties, pulls my skirt back over my rear, and smooths it down very gallantly.
I reluctantly peel myself from his lap. “That was fun.”
“Yes, but enough playtime for today,” he scoffs with feigned anger. “You need to get back to work, Miss Morris.”
I smile and stand. I press the folds of my skirts, and steal one last glance. He’s absolutely gorgeous, leaning back on his orange loveseat. I don’t want to leave, but I know I need to. It’s the way his game is played, slowly and leisurely. Grasshopper must be very patient. I turn on my heel and scurry away.
I sit back at my desk and get ready to be creative, but all I can think about is him.
I might just have the best job in the world.
* * *
“CanI make you a cup of tea?” I ask Patricia.
“No, I should probably head out soon. Roger and I are going out for dinner tonight.”
I follow her to the entry hall. “That’s great. You deserve it. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for Ethan and I.”
She smiles. “You’ve thanked me a thousand times, Gretchen. You should have help. Raising a chid is never easy, especially when you’re doing it alone.”
My heart warms. What would I do without her?
“I worry about you sometimes.” She shrugs into her jacket. “You’ve been grieving Donovan for a long time, and I really think it’s time for you to move on. You taking on this new job is a step in the right direction.”
I stifle a smile, brought back to the last spanking Weston gave me. If only she knew what I was really up to. She probably wouldn’t approve. “Are you sure I can’t pay you?” I ask. “I feel bad.”
“I told you I don’t want your money,” she insists. “I do this for you and Ethan. And besides, I love spending time with him.” She grabs her oversized purse and readies to leave.
I give her a hug. “Thanks again.”
“See you tomorrow.”
As soon as she leaves, I get busy in the kitchen. Butter pasta and homemade chicken nuggets are on the menu tonight. As soon as the nuggets are in the oven and the pasta is boiling, I check my phone.
I smile when I see another email from Mr. Boss Man.
Dear Gretchen,
Today was another wonderful day. I would like to make a formal request for dinner. I know a great place you might like. How do you feel about Greek food? Saturday night?
I also have another request, of a naughtier nature. I’d love a pair of your panties as a keepsake, so I may smell you even when you’re not with me. Any pair you can spare, but preferably something sexy. And preferably worn and unwashed. ;)
Sincerely,
Mr. Hanson
I stifle a laugh. Damn, the man is dirty. It’s a good thing we have an agreement, but I don’t remember this kind of request being included. I feel a little playful, and I instantly reply.
Dear Mr. Hanson,
I would love to have dinner with you. And I love Greek food. What kind of attire should I wear?
As for your second inquiry, I don’t believe this kind of request was included in the agreement. It will need to be amended before I can give you the requested item.
Best,
Your naughty little grasshopper.
