A good spanking.

“Alright, Ashley, you’ve disappointed me once, but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. Turn around.”

Ashley bit her lip. She knew what was coming next, and she was eager for it. She turned away from me, facing the desk, and she let out a gasp as I pushed her upper body forward, forcing her to bend over it. She wiggled her panty-clad ass, perhaps intentionally, perhaps not, but I couldn’t help but reach down and grope it a little.

But I didn’t bend her over my office desk just to paw at her. I stepped close to her, placed one hand on her back to hold her in place, kicked away the office chair, lined up my angle, and delivered a hard swat to Ashley’s rear. This elicited a sharp gasp from my little would-be assistant, which I had expected, but I noticed that it also caused one of her feet to kick up, as well. I lined up my next shot, and resolved to keep an eye on her foot.

She reacted to the next swat in the same manner, but since I was paying attention this time, I noticed that her toes briefly curled with the impact as well. I was amused that her body was so blatant in betraying its pleasure, and spanked her again. The toes on both feet curled this time, and she didn't quite manage to stifle a satisfied moan. I smiled and continued. My hand was firm and I applied a decent amount of **** to her cute butt with each repetition, but I wasn’t aiming to injure or bruise her. Her skin was turning red, and was no doubt burning after the first ten swats, but I could tell that her labored breathing was due to arousal more than actual pain.

“Tell me, Ashley, do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” I asked, gently running a finger along the lower edge of her panties, “Or do I need to start again?”

Ashley clearly had learned her lesson, because her reply was, “Whatever you think is best, sir.” I grinned down at her, gave an appreciative squeeze, and decided that another ten swats were due anyway.

She was more vocal this time, and in addition to the cute gasps and grunts, she let out a couple moans, a “Fuck, yes,” and even a “Thank you, sir,” when I paused to rub her stinging cheeks before delivering the final blow. All throughout this correction process, her hands had been scrabbling and sliding all over the surface of my desk, knocking most of the loose papers to the floor or crumbling them up in her hands. Had this scenario been slightly less imaginary, that likely would have been grounds for another round of spanking, but I figured that even though I wasn’t putting my full strength into each swat, twenty was a fine number to stop at. Besides, a quick check with my finger confirmed that the front of her panties were utterly soaked at this point, which meant they were finally ready to come off.