"I'm not—oh fuck—" The last word came out breathless as I squeezed harder, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"You want me to put you in your place." I leaned in close, speaking against her ear. "You want to push back so I have an excuse to push harder. You want to feel what happens when you misbehave."
Her breathing had gone ragged. "That's not—I don't—"
I spanked her.
Hard.
The crack echoed through the room.
Maki's entire body seized. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her nails scraped against the wood desk.
Then she whimpered.
"Oh gods." Her voice shook. "You just—that was—I can't believe you—"
I spanked her again. Same spot. Same intensity.
She jolted forward, pressing against me as her thighs trembled.
"You're wet."
"I'm not!" But her voice cracked on the denial.
I slid my hand between her legs and felt the proof. Slick. Hot. Already dripping.
"Liar."
