She brings you coffee

Ten minutes later Meghan returns carefully carrying a mug of coffee. As she places it on your desk a few drops spill out of the cup.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry John, Sir. I'll get something and clean that up. I'm sorry." She is babbling frantically. You look at her sternly.

"Close the door Meghan," you order and are gratified to see how quickly she obeys you. "Now come back and put your hands on the desk."

Meghan looks like she is about to cry. Head down, she walks back to your desk. She looks pleadingly at you, silently asking for mercy. "Bend over, Meghan." She obeys and you can see her hands trembling.

"That is three more mistakes Meghan. You really are a slow learner, aren't you?"

"Three? I only spilled a bit of coffee Sir. That's only one."

"Three. You were ten minutes getting the coffee. It shouldn't have taken more than five. You spilled the coffee. And you forgot to call me Sir again. Now, pull your dress up, Meghan."

"What? Why?" she sounds truly frightened now.

"Because I told you to, and that makes four mistakes. Now pull your dress up." Meghan pulls her dress up until it is just under the swelling of her ass. Her tanned bare legs are firm and delicious looking.

"All the way up, Meghan. I want to see your ass."

She hesitates, a faint whimper coming from her, but obeys you, pulling the dress up. She is wearing a scarlet thong, which disappears between her ripe round ass cheeks. It's such a fine sight that you take a moment to savor it, contemplating how best to discipline her.