Commando

"John! What are you doing?" she struggles on your lap, glaring back at you. Her ass is fully exposed, round and firm and white in comparison to the golden tan of her legs. A slight redness of the cheeks shows from your spanking. No sign of any panty or thong. The girl is fully exposed to you, and as she kicks her legs in her struggles you can see a glimpse of her pussy.

You hold her body with one hand and land a resounding smack on her bare ass with the other. She cries out in pain and shame, writhing on your lap.

"That's for using my name," you tell her sternly. "As to what I'm doing, I'm checking out your adherence to dress code."

"Sir? What part of the dress code are you talking about?" She staring back to you, from her head down position, her brushing her tumbled hair out of the way.

"My personal dress code. I like to see my secretary dressed prettily, right down to their skin. However, if my secretary chooses her skin over any underwear at all, that is perfectly acceptable." You let your hand gently caress the globes of her round white ass cheeks.

She blushes. "It's this dress. It's so tight that even a thong leaves a panty line. I want to look pretty at work, Sir."

"That's one thing in your favor, against everything else Meghan, you certainly look pretty at work."

"Thank you Mr. Chandler. May I get up now Sir?"