Not a chance

You haven't taken a step when you feel your wrist grabbed. Mr. Chandler pulls you back towards him, holding you around the waist as he pulls your wrist behind you. You squeal in fright and struggle in his strong grasp, writhing in your attempt for freedom. You're no match for his strength, and despite your flailing he pushes you against his desk, keeping you there with one hand trapping your wrist behind your back.

"Stop it! Let me go! Somebody help me!" you scream, struggling futilely to break his grip.

"The office is soundproofed," he says calmly, rummaging in a drawer with his free hand. "Scream all you like, no one will hear." His words send a cold chill through you, a chill that is countered by the warm fluttering in your belly, the excitement growing in your body.

"You can't do this! You can't! You're not my daddy!" you scream, looking back at him over your shoulder.

"I'm doing it. Your daddy isn't here, but I'm the next best thing," he says with a cruel smile. You hear a metallic clatter, then something cold and hard latches around your trapped wrist. He grabs your other arm and pulls it behind you. Another click and your hands are cuffed behind you, the feel of the unyielding metal firm around your slender wrists.

"Oh God, what are you doing?" you whine in fear as you struggle. The fluttering excitement is stronger now, increased by your trepidation and your helpless condition.

"I'm going to administer the punishment a rebellious little tramp deserves," he tells you, holding you flat on the desk with a strong hand in the middle of your back. He grins down at you, and raises his free hand.

"I think this is where I say this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you," he grins, smacking you hard across your fine round rump.

"Oh God, don't!" you scream, wriggling on the desk. You flail your legs trying to escape, aware of what a spectacle you must look, handcuffed and bent over a desk, ready for spanking. He smacks you again, and you yelp, arching your back, and staring back at him with wide eyes.

"You can't spank me like this! You're not my daddy! You have no right....OWWWW!" your protests are cut off by your squeal of protest as he spanks you again. You stare back at him, waiting for the next blow, feeling your arousal build. You've always been excited by being spanked, loving it when boyfriends have slapped your ass, getting you hot and lust crazy before fucking you hard. Despite the situation, your body can't seem to help itself, your pussy getting wetter by the moment.

"Oh, I am your daddy, Lisa. Today, I am your daddy," he says with a chuckle as he pulls your tight skirt up over your hips, exposing your ass. Only the gossamer wisp of your panties protects you now, and you struggle harder, writhing against his strength, then screaming as he spanks you again.

"Oh God Stop! Please Stop! I'm Sorry! OWWWWWW! Oh God I'm Sorry!" you plead as he spanks the bare cheeks of your ass. Slowly, allowing you to savour every blow.

"You were a very naughty girl, weren't you Lisa? Spending the money you were sent on indulging yourself instead of paying your rent?"

"OWWWW! I was very bad, I'm sorry, I was very bad! Please don't spank me any more! Please.... OWWWW! Please! I'm so sorry! Please Daddy, I'm so sorry!" You're crying and begging, writhing as he spanks you but pushing your ass higher in submission to him, and to the intense arousal that's flowing through you.

"You're learning quickly you rebellious little tramp," he says, smacking your ass again, then rubbing and squeezing the flesh of your rump. You moan and squirm, pushing yourself into his hands.

"I'm trying, Daddy, I'm trying to be a good girl," you whimper, lust distorting your voice. "I want to be be a good girl for you Daddy, I want to....OWWWWW! Oh God Daddy, I'm so sorry!"

You're almost insane with the conflicting emotions coursing through your mind and body. Anger, lust, fear, excitement and who knows what else surge inside you, but you can feel that lust and excitement is gaining strength with each slap of your ass, each moment you are held helpless and punished by this powerful man. You're panting, looking back at him as he spanks you, crying out with each slap, and mewling when he caresses you. Your pussy is drenched with your excitement, your labia swollen against your lacey panties, your need burning you.

"Please Daddy, I'll be good, I promise I'll be good!" you plead, squirming and looking back at him, your eyes promising him everything you have.