Yes!

You can't believe it when the words come out of your mouth. "Yes," you whisper over your shoulder to Craig. You see his face split with a feral grin and it fills you with dread.

He leans back, his left hand still wrapped around your waist. He places his right hand between your shoulder blades and pushes. He doesn't shove, just constant, irresistible pressure, forcing you to bend . Your hands reach out and before you know it, your arms have taken your weight as you lean against the desk. His hand slides down pushing against your spine, forcing you to arch your back.

You have no idea what's going on. You're in the middle of your work place and your being treated like some girl from a porno. You can see your work colleagues laughing along at the spectacle. You know they simply assume it's the usual "friendly" banter and teasing that goes on. But they can't hear Craig's ragged breathing. They can't feel the tightening in your chest. They can't feel the hot rush as Craig's hand moves down your back. And they certainly can't feel the tingling building in your manhood. What the hell is going on? The thought that you might actually be liking this is terrifying you. But you don't know if it's the thought of being used; the thought of a man touching you; the very public humiliation; the pain; or a combination of any of them. None of them seem particularly attractive options but you do know that something is exciting you in more ways than one.

All thought is snapped out of your head as searing pain shoots from your arse. "OOOW!"

Craig laughs as his hand winds up again for another huge slap.