Hopefully you didn't take it too far.

Gemma doesn't show up for work for well over a week. By the time she returns, it's obvious she's still suffering from the punishment you inflict on her ass. She squirms every time she takes a seat, and you take pleasure in making her get up from her desk as many times as possible over the course of the workday. All semblance of defiance from her has been erased, and you get the feeling that even though she's still desirous of you, there's a hint of fear in her eyes whenever she looks at you. Over the next few weeks, she doesn't make a single move, and despite obviously applying for the job as a means of pursuing you, she doesn't quit. One morning, during a lull in work, you decide to call her into your office.

"Yes, sir?" she asks, standing at the entrance to the door.

"Close the door and come here," you instruct, getting up from your chair. She shuts the door behind her and walks up to your desk with an apprehensive look. "Bend over and put your hands on the desk."

Gemma bites her lip and does as she is told, while you walk around the desk and take up a position behind her. You hike up her skirt until it's up around her waist, and slide down her panties until they are in a puddle on the floor around her ankles. For a moment you admire her tight, bare ass, and run your hand over the smooth surface of it.

"Spread your legs," you demand, and immediately she steps out from between her panties and stands with her legs wide open.