Shortly later

In nine minutes, you hear a quiet knock at the door, and it opens. Meghan stands there with a slight smile on her face. She has fixed her makeup and straightened her clothes. You notice that she has unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse to reveal more cleavage.

"Mr. Chandler, I just wanted you to know that I was finished and ready to go back to work. Is there anything that you need now? Some coffee, maybe?" she said with a sweet tone in her voice.

"Some coffee would be pleasant, Meghan. With cream, please." You feel generous and put the morning out of your mind.

She comes back in three minutes, knocking lightly and entering. She walks over to your desk and puts the cup down, spilling a bit along the way. When she puts it down on your desk, you can see that it makes a ring on the wood.

"I hope everything is how you like it, sir," she says, starting to turn toward the door.

"Wait, Meghan," you say sternly. "You spilled on the way in and left a ring of coffee on my desk."

Meghan stopped dead in her tracks, her shoulders slumping. She turned slowly to look at the cup. The rim of coffee on the desk was visible under the cup. She turned frightened eyes toward you. "I'm very sorry, sir. How will you punish me?" she asked very carefully.

You are impressed by her change of demeanor from earlier. She knows punishment is coming and isn't trying to avoid it. "I think a spanking will take care of it, Meghan. Come her and bend over my lap."

She cast her eyes down and shuddered. Then she walked over and laid down on your legs.

"That's a good girl, Meghan," you say. Then you lift her dress, revealing her bottom still pink from earlier. You rub your hand on her cheeks and then spank her quick and hard five times. She calls out each time, and then her body quivers after the last slap, and she moans. You can smell her sex heavy in the air. You're pretty sure she just came from your punishment. You smile to yourself. Your cock burrows through your pants and into her belly.

As she starts to get up, you push her back down. "Not yet, my dear. Now sit on my lap and lean down to lick up the coffee from the desk." You pick up the cup and move it to a coaster you have on the other side of the desk. Then you slide your chair back a few inches.

Meghan slowly gets up, her eyes down, and sits on your lap, facing away from you. Your cock presses against her privates. When she bends forward, her pussy moves across your bulging pants and the tip pokes into her slit. She holds herself still as she slurps and licks up the cooled coffee, wiggling her hips a little on your cock. She moans quietly and then straightens up. Her breathing is heavier, and her body lifts up and down a tiny bit with each breath, stimulating your shaft and certainly herself. You just sit there enjoying the feel of her on your lap, waiting to see what she does.

"Will … will that be all, Mr. Chandler?" she asks with a catch in her voice.