Give her a good spanking.

Her **** to let you play with her ass is disappointing and you wonder if she doesn’t like gentle she might prefer something a little more painful. Holding her tightly with one hand you take a generous run up with your other hand and swiftly strike it back in against her.

“Yeeooow!” She cries out in pain.

The thought of someone outside the office hearing crosses your mind but your excitement takes over and you ignore the notion.

“You like that bitch? Want some more?”

“No, please, stop” she squirms.

You ignore her pleas once again and reach down to lift up her skirt. Underneath to your delight she is wearing white lacy French knickers barely covering half her ass cheeks. You spank her again, eight more times, and smile as you see a harsh red mark burned onto her left buttock. She screams loader with each stroke and before long you are sure anyone outside would have heard the commotion.

You release John, she falls to the ground and writhes on the floor in pain. **** to have any inquisitive colleagues wandering through the door you lock it and kick a chair in front of it to make extra sure.

By now you are hard as a rock and your throbbing dick is urging to get out of the confinement of your pants. You remove your clothes as John looks up at you, her mascara stained face full of trepidation.