Let her get up.

After a few moments Meghan slides off your lap and stands in front of you, still sobbing quietly.

"I think that was very mean, Sir. I think you and Grandfather are both being unfair."

"You're free to think what you want Meghan. However, that won't change the rules of the game. I think you understand them now, don't you?

"Yes Sir." She looks pouty and sullen, her hands rubbing her spanked ass. She looks at you, blinking the tears away from her eyes. "I will try to improve, Sir. I will try hard. Please give me a chance."

"You've had a lot of chances Meghan. You've messed them all up. This is your last chance. You have eight days. Now get back to work."

She stares at you for a moment, biting her lip, and you think she's either going to cry or say something else but instead she turns and walks to the door. You enjoy the sight of her ass and legs from behind. Truth is, if you have to fire her, you'll miss looking at her taut little body.

She pauses at the door, her hand on the knob, looking back at you over her shoulder. When she speaks it is in a low, shy voice.

"I want to be a good girl for you Mr. Chandler." With that she opens the door and returns to her desk.