Sheila gave Mr. Fredricks a dirty look. She couldn't afford a lawyer. He had her there. She should have made a problem for him though. Should have ran out of that office screaming about what a creep he was or something. Embarrass him at the very least. Or go home and tell her husband. He was more of a bookish fellow than a fighter, but maybe he would know how she could keep her job or get Mr. Fredricks fired. Maybe she should have remembered the protocol for going over Mr. Fredricks' head in the event of this exact situation. Sheila should have done anything except for what she actually did.
"Fine. Get your kicks and get it done with so I can go vomit," She spat the words at him.
"See? You need discipline. You have no respect. For authority, for your workplace, for your coworkers left picking up your slack, or for your predicament," He frowned at her like she was something he stepped in. "Come around here to the side of the desk. Bend at the waist and place your hands on the desk, palms flat."
Sheila did as he asked. He came around the desk to meet her, taking a step back to line up behind her. Had this been anyone but Mr. Fredricks it may have had some sort of sex appeal to it.
His hand slapped her right ass cheek without warning. Sheila yelped out in surprise. That hurt!
"Must I remind you of the need for discretion?" His tone dripped with contempt.
"Well it hurt-" She started to complain. The second smack caught her on the other side of the ass. This time since she was mid-sentence she just exhaled sharply with no real sound.
Two more slaps came down on her ass before she could recover. The bastard was swinging for the fence and putting his weight into it. Sheila gritted her teeth and took the next 4 swats that caught her backside.
She was turned on. She hated it. And was disgusted by it. Especially the man doing the spanking, but she'd be lying if she thought her body wasn't responding. The fact that this gross fat man, her boss even, was spanking her in his office had a certain level of perverseness that appealed to some side she didn't know she possessed. Despite herself she bent forward at the waist, making her bottom jut out a little more.
Mr. Fredricks rubbed his large hand against her sore cheek. His hand cupped her cheek then gave a gentle squeeze. Then whack whack. He slapped her ass and caught it again with the backhand.
A small groan escaped her. "Please don't let him notice I liked that," Sheila thought.
The rough hand grabbed another handful of ass meat, roughly squeezing and giving it a small pull before letting it bounce back in place.
"Lower your pants and undergarments," Mr. Fredricks said with lust evident in his voice. |