“It’s not faaaaair!” she yells as the slaps rain down on her bottom. He doesn’t listen, his hand coming down hard and making her cry out in pain once more. Her bottom, red even before he pulled her panties down, is throbbing with pain. Added to the pain is the humiliation of knowing that her pussy is on display, wet with desire, all but begging for his cock. And he won’t give it to her.
“Please!” she pleads once more. He ignores her, the slaps steady and merciless.
“It’s extremely fair,” he says between two hard slaps.
“But…” She bites her lips, stiffling a moan as his hand spreads and caresses her burning cheeks.
“What was the rule?” he asks, punctuating the question with a sharp slap.
“Ooww!”
“What was the rule?” he asks again, spanking her harder.
“Oww! No… Oww!! No porn during working hours…”
“And what were you doing?”
“I… Please…”
“What *SMACK!* were *SMACK!* you *SMACK!* doing?”
“I was… watching… naughty things, but…
“But?”
“Working from home is so boooooring! It’s not fair!”
“You know how you get…” he says, his hand lightly brushing her dripping pussy, sending shivers up your spine, “You get yourself crazy excited, and then you come and distract me… I have to work too…”
“Mmmmhm… Yes… Distracting, yes…” she says, moaning. She feels his hard cock against her belly and his fingers linger, caressing, probing her. She closes her eyes. He finally realises that ending over his lap was her plan all along. “You’re not even sorry, are you?” he says.
A rhetorical question.
