Let her simmer

You know that Meghan is close to the edge of orgasm, her deepening moans and flushed face leave little doubt of it. You probe her once more, and she pushes hard against your hand, groaning, then you suddenly pull away, removing your fingers from her **** cunt.

"Ohhhhhh...." she moans in disappointment, her hips rocking as if seeking your fingers. "Oh why did you stop Sir, don't I need more punishment?" She looks back at you, silently pleading for more. She presses herself against the desk, trying to get release.

"This is your punishment. I forbid you to come. Now stand up," you order. She slowly pushes herself up from the desk, her hands straying towards the mound of her pussy.

"Leave that alone," you command. "Take off your panties." She looks at you wide eyed, but rolls her scanty thong down her thighs and lets them drop, kicking them off her feet.

"Pick them up," you order. "Not with your hand, get down on your knees and pick them up with your mouth." She looks terrified, but watching your face every moment she slides to her knees and bends over to obey. She looks at you, her thong dangling from her mouth.

"Put them in my hand. I keeping them as a reminder of your behavior. From now on you are forbidden to wear panties in the office. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," she replies meekly, staring up at you.

"You can stand up and straighten your dress and get back to work."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." She keeps looking at you as she backs towards your door, as though expecting to be called back. As if hoping to be called back.