What a warrior would do

Instead of hitting the pale ass wiggling on your desk, you slide the edge of the paddle between her thighs running the edge of the polished wood like a sword along her dripping gash.

"What are you - ohhh!" The once proud woman squirms as the paddle slides along her sex, her knuckles whiten as her fingers pressed into the desk and her thighs separate slightly giving an even better view of her sex.

"I'm doing what any warrior would do if he had someone as hot as you in this position." You tell her no longer able to hide the excitement in your voice. "If I captured you, I wouldn't waste my time spanking this delightful ass." Twisting the paddle between her thighs forces open her thighs although Diana doesn't appear to be fighting you. Her legs spread wide and she lifts onto her toes as she moans in excitement. You do your best to remember how the heroes in those historical romances that Diana seems to favor spoke. "I'd find a much better way to tame a independent hellion like you."

"You savage!" Apparently, political correctness is no longer a consideration; you set down Mrs. Marshal's paddle and reach for her reddened cheeks."Unhand me you beast!" She pushes against the desk trying to stand again, but you are having none of that; your left hand lands between her shoulder blades and presses her down again. Any reservations you might have about forcing Diana disappear as she moans in excitement and wiggles her ass back into your other palm.

"You mustn't," Diana's voice is husky with need. "I am promised to another!" You sink your fingers deep into her hair and lean over her so you can whisper in her ear. In a flash of inspiration you know just what to say.

"Oh, I know just who your fiancé is," you growl fiercely digging your fingers roughly into her firm rump. "I want that Bastard to know how I enjoyed his bride to be!" Diana's gasp of excitement confirms that you hit the precise note. "I'm going to send you back to him with a swollen belly, and knowing that he can never satisfy you like I can."

"Please, I'm begging you!" As you work the buckle of your belt free and push down your pants Diana continues her pleading, but there is no doubt in her mind that she is begging for you to fuck her, not for you to stop. It's a good thing too, you doubt that you could stop now even if you were staring down the barrel of a howitzer.