Spanking

I’m still on the floor when his shoes stop a breath away from me. The hum of the tower fills the space between us; the monitors paint everything in cold light.

“Get up,” Tim says.

I push myself upright, palms stinging. My knees almost slip on the polished tile. He doesn’t offer a hand. The phone stays in his grip, its little light still blinking, that perfect reminder that every second of this is being captured.

“I tripped, I’m sorry, it was just….” I began hoping to calm him down.

“You didn't trip Vera, you tried to grab my phone so you could hide your crime, and break our deal.” His expression was calmer but his voice hit like cold ice.

“You think you can just **** me like this!” I manage, aiming for authority but missing it by miles. My voice cracks in the middle.

He studies me, eyes unreadable. “You need to understand consequences, you need to be punished.” he says quietly. “So you don’t make another mistake.”

There’s no anger in his tone—just something level, professional, almost instructional. That makes it worse.

The air between us tightens until I can hear my own pulse in my ears. He’s too close; the recycled air smells faintly metallic, the static from his suit brushing across my skin.

For the first time, I really see him. Early twenties maybe, but his hair is shock-white—a frontier mutation, probably. He isn’t big, not the kind of man who fills a room, yet he carries himself with that quiet assurance of someone who’s been trained to end a fight in one move.

Sir Timothy Spell. Right. A Knight Errant. Even if he looks like a paper-pusher now, he’s no one to rush at.

It was stupid to try to steal the phone from him.

“Punishment?” I echo. “You must be kidding. No. Fine. You win. Delete the recording, and tomorrow you can move up to my floor as my assistant. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You have it. Let’s just call it a night.”

“You are not listening Vera” each word was punctuated, as if he was talking to someone too slow to understand its meaning. “It's ok, I know consequences are something foreign to you. It's my fault for not explaining it to you more clearly. I own you. One push of a button and a company wide email goes out with this video. Breaking and Entering, Theft, and everything else you have done will come to light. From now on if you are a good girl, you get to keep your old life, but every time you try to challenge your new reality, I am going to have to step and punish you. Now stand up”

He doesn’t offer a hand. I push myself up, the floor still cold against my palms, the sound of my own breath loud in the empty office. I am not looking at him now. I can feel the tears start to well up, but I keep them in control. It's the just the shock of it all, and the humiliation. Its been a long, long day. I am exhausted and….

He keeps the phone pointed at me, the red light still blinking. Still recording.

I do, almost on autopilot, mind blank, body moving while my thoughts scramble for something—anything—to make this stop.

“Now bend over Brad's desk, and lift up you skirt” He sounded so confident, so in control that I could feel my chest pressing against the desk, when my mind finally decided to wake up.

I looked back at him, still bent over, he was looking at my ass. I knew what he wanted, what would come next. “No, stop you cant just fuck me in brads office” The images flew through my head, unbidden. Being taken here, by him of all people.

“Calm down Executive Lux. You don't deserve a fucking. This is punishment, you were bad and now you are going to be spanked for trying to grab my phone.”

My face flushes for some reason. This was humiliating “You cant do this” I wanted that to come out as a threat, or a demand, but it came out as a whimper.

“You can either pull up your skirt, or I can send a company wide email of this video” God he was still recording!

I couldn’t believe it but I started to pull up my skirt. No! I screamed in my head, Stop! But I already knew I didn't have another choice. Slowly I lifted the skirt, baring my tanned ass and my black silk panties. Was he looking? Recording? Was he really going to spank me? This couldn't be happening, but it was and a shiver ran down my spine.

With one sudden motion he yanked my panties down. It was a quick and violent motion. I started to turn my head back to see him when…..

SMACK!