Dominated at My Desk

I can’t stop thinking about yesterday. The way you took control of me. The taste of you still fresh in my mind. Every time I replay it, my knickers get wetter and wetter. When I arrive at the office, I can barely focus. I call you back into my office, shut the door, and admit everything. I lift my dress to show you — no knickers, just heat and need. You make me sit and spread my legs wide and touch myself for you, right there in my desk chair. I can’t help the sounds slipping out as I play with myself and my chair getting wetter beneath me. That’s when you punish me. You tell me to stand and spank my bottom twelve times — counting every one, feeling my cheeks red. Then you ask me for six hard slaps between my legs. I obey. I just want to be yours.