Logic wasn’t entirely applicable here.
“Megan, would you come with me?” He asked, staring directly at her. He had taken one cursory glance at her v neckline- not long enough to be called a stare, but she knew it was enough to memorize her cleavage. This had been explained to her by men before.
Maybe it was too much for work, she had thought when getting dressed, but it wasn’t that revealing and definitely more modest than her usual garb. Either way, this was odd. There was no email about a meeting today. Maybe she had missed it? “Okay, no problem,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said briskly. “Follow me.”
Following him down the hallway, she asked if there was a meeting today she hadn’t been aware of. “No,” he said simply, normally, and turned a corner to a door not far from their row of cubicles. “After you,” he said, opening the door to what was either a very small break room or a very large closet. A gentleman. Leading her where?
Confused, she watched as he shut the door after them. Was he locking it?
“Sit down, Megan,” he said, pulling up a chair for her, directly across from where he sat- legs sprawled out in the pose of a confident alpha. She obeyed, waiting for explanation.
“We need to talk about your professional conduct, as it were.” he said dryly, now staring directly at her cleavage. She breathed in deeply, not sure what was coming.
“Why do you think that is?”
“Well, I know you keep seeing me on my phone. I swear, I’m not on it all the time- I just like listening to podcasts while I-”
“Stop,” he cut her off simply. “We can’t have a conversation about professional conduct while you’re wearing that dress, heaving every time I ask you a question. The fact that you thought it was acceptable to wear here shows a serious lack of judgment. Take it off. Now.”
She panicked- but she wasn’t just nervous from confusion anymore. The hot, pulsing spot between her legs was starting to betray her and she couldn’t have him see that. She was wearing a black thong, and he would see if he looked even from a distance. How long had she fantasized about him?
“Did you hear me?” He pulled her out of her daze.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, taking off her cardigan an unzipping herself from the form flattering dress. She didn’t see it, but old fashioned title coming out of her mouth pleased him on a deep, visceral level, and started to make him hard without one touch.
A moment of silence passed. “Walk towards me, and get across my lap.”
Eyes wide again, she followed her boss’ order.
“Don’t even think about arguing or going to HR,” he said. “You brought this on yourself. And nobody’s going to hear you in here.” Without anther second pausing, he brought his right hand down on her ass, left hand holding her in place.
“You think it’s okay to be on your phone every time I walk by? This is a place of business, not high school,” he said, obvious restraint tugging at his voice. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said as he spanked her ass over and over, painfully. It stung so much, that she started to wince.