Chapter 6: Is this turning you on?

Continued from chapter 5:

She steps closer behind me.

The warmth of her body radiates gently against my back.

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with vulnerability,” she says.

Her hand glides slowly across my satin-clad bottom in a reassuring caress.

“And for what it’s worth,” she adds quietly, “I think trusting someone enough to show them this side of yourself is actually very brave.”

Emotion swells painfully in my chest again. Becky lets her palm rest warmly against my panties for a long moment before speaking once more.

“I’m going to start gently,” she says. “No surprises. No pushing you too far.”

Her voice becomes calm and authoritative again.

“I want you relaxed. I want you listening to me.”

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I nod shakily.

“That’s my good boss,” she whispers warmly.

I bend over the polished surface of my desk, my face burning with humiliation as Becky kneels behind me. My trousers and belt lie pooled around my ankles, leaving me exposed in the silver satin panties I secretly adore wearing beneath my business clothes. The fabric gleams softly beneath the office lights, smooth and decadent against my skin, trimmed with delicate satin ruffles and tiny bows that somehow make the entire situation feel even more mortifying.

Becky trails her fingertips over the satin stretched tightly across my hips, the slippery fabric gliding beneath her palm. The touch makes my breath hitch.

“I’m not going to lie,” she continues softly, warmth creeping into her voice, “it’s actually kind of hot.”

My entire body shivers.

Becky’s tone gentles immediately, sensing my vulnerability beneath the humiliation. She smooths one hand over the curve of my backside, reassuring and affectionate.

“That’s it, Ero,” she says quietly. “You’re doing so well for me.”

The praise settles deep inside my chest, mixing dangerously with the shame and excitement twisting through me. I wiggle slightly against the desk, unable to stay still as cool air brushes across my exposed skin.

“Remember,” Becky says, her voice calm and nurturing, “this is for your own good. You need a release from all that pressure you carry around every day. I’m going to start with my hand over your panties, and then we’ll work our way up to the ruler, okay, sweetie?”

“Yes,” I whisper immediately. “Please.”

Becky begins with gentle pats across the satin covering my bottom, almost soothing at first. Then, without warning, her palm cracks sharply against me.

The sting blooms instantly across my flesh.

I gasp.

Another smack follows, then another, each one landing firmly enough to make my body jolt against the desk. The slick satin slides beneath her hand with every impact, bunching tightly between my cheeks.

Humiliation floods through me in hot waves.

I need this.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The realization burns through my mind with startling clarity. I need the shame. I need the surrender. I need Becky’s hand on my body, stripping away the armor I wear every day as a powerful, accomplished man.

The pain itself is secondary.

It is the vulnerability that undoes me.

Becky continues spanking me steadily, alternating cheeks while carefully varying the intensity to keep me suspended in anticipation. Each sharp smack sends a fresh pulse of heat through my body, and soon my panties cling damply against my growing erection.

“That’s it,” Becky praises softly. “Take your punishment for me like a good boy.”

Her hand lands harder this time, making me cry out.

SLAP! SPANK! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

“I can see how badly you need this,” she murmurs. “You’ve been carrying so much tension around inside yourself.”

She leans closer, her warm breasts pressing lightly against my back as her lips hover near my ear.

“And look at you,” she whispers teasingly. “You’re making such a little tent in these panties.”

I whimper helplessly.

“Is this turning you on?” she asks gently. “Being exposed like this? Being spanked while I know your secret?”

To be continued in chapter 7...