It's way too late for that

"Stay just like that Miss Mathewson." You order her with a growl, deciding to change the tenor of this encounter. The last thing you want is for her to see this as a romantic interlude and start getting notions about your futures together. Sally responses well to your dominant approach.

"Yes, Sir." A shudder of excitement starts at her ankles and runs up her legs, over her raised ass and along her slender back until it ends with a shimmer of her bright red ponytail, and you can wait no longer. Kneeling behind her you reach around to the buttons of her blue shorts that are keeping you from your objective. The young woman's hips are so slender that you only have to pull free three of five buttons before you can pull the cute, formfitting shorts roughly to her ankles. Her panties are covered with tiny flowers and as you expected are noticeably damp at the crotch, you waste no time pulling them down as well and the aroma of feminine arousal assaults your senses as Sally gracefully steps free of the garments gathered at her ankles.

"Is this what you were thinking, Miss Mathewson?" You demand as you climb back to your feet, completely ignoring the twinge of protest from your knee in the excitement of the moment.

"Yes Mr. Hawkfeather." She lowers her elbows to the desk raising her ass even higher as you run your hands over her pale flesh. "You're going to spank me now, like Mr. Carter punished Gracie, right?" That hadn't been your intention at all when you brought her to your office, but now that she is here with her bare ass raised up like this it seems like the only possible next step. You aren't sure if it is the code of conduct, with its explicit wording, sitting on the desk or Sally's obvious excitement, but you have no hesitation at all as your hand lands firmly on her buttocks.

With each new smack Sally's ass gets redder and redder until it matches the color of her hair, after ten sharp blows both you and Sally have had enough. Dropping your pants, you position yourself behind her taking her ponytail in your hand as a handle.

"Wait!" You are surprised to hear Sally stop you, all through her punishment she made only short squeaks and moans, and now she wants to talk?

"What is it, Honey?" You ask as you line your cock up with her flowering sex.

"It's my first time." She tells you and goes on quickly so you don't misinterpret her intent. "Go ahead and fuck me, Sir. I just thought you should know."