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you care to explain this?”
    He turns his monitor towards me. I try to figure out what I’m seeing on the screen, until I realize it’s me. Me, sitting at my desk. Me standing up, hitching up my skirt. Me, sliding my panties off. From the angle of the camera, my sex is completely exposed as I’m bent over.
    For the second time today, my body goes beet red with shame. I hang my head. I can’t even look at him. I’m so going to be fired.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the cameras, Claire, but we’ve had so many temps in over the past few months that we had to take some extra precautions.”
    He looks at me as if he’s waiting for me to say something, so I force myself to say, “I understand.”
    “Thank you, Claire. I hope you understand, also, that it is quite inappropriate to take your panties off at work.”
    I seriously want to bawl my eyes out. I have never been so humiliated in my entire life.
    “I do, Mr. Godrich. Sir. I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.”
    “Thank you, Claire. That’s good to hear. However, you will still need to be punished. I already gave you one warning. This is your second infraction, and it’s … a most serious one.”
    I nod meekly. “Of course.” I imagine I’m going to end up with a note in my HR file, if not worse.
    “Stand up, please.”
    I do as he says, not understanding. He stands up too.
    “Bend over,” he says, pointing to his desk.
    “I’m sorry?”
    He grins. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him smile, and I feel more terrified than ever. It’s a truly wicked grin.
    “No, but you will be,” he says. “Now bend the fuck over.”

7
    William
    “ N ow bend the fuck over ,” I tell her.
    She looks at me with fear and confusion on her face. It’s a delicious combination.
    “Sir?” she says questioningly. I know she has no idea what the word does to me, because otherwise she wouldn’t be using it right now. Not right before I punish her.
    She steps nervously over towards me. I don’t have any more patience to show so I grab the back of her neck and force her to bend over my desk. Her breasts are smashed against the mahogany wood, while her ass is straight up in the air. Just the way I like it.
    I lift up the skirt of that fucking sexy red dress she’s wearing and see that sweet creamy panty-less ass.
    Oh, I chose well with you, Claire, I think to myself.
    I can feel her sharp intake of breath as I put one hand on her back to steady her.
    I bring my other hand down and smack her on the ass. Hard. She whimpers but doesn’t protest.
    I do it again. And again. And again.
    Each time gets harder, and so do I. Blood is coursing to my dick so fast I feel almost lightheaded. As I slap her, I think about stopping to run my finger down the crack of her ass, right where it leads to her slick pussy. I think about thrusting my fingers up inside of her, finger fucking her right here on my desk, shattering her into a thousand pieces.
    Instead, I slap her again, so hard I can see the red hand print forming on her smooth white ass cheek.
    “Oh! Oh, sir!” she cries out. My dick is raging, desperate to fuck her. I wonder if she’s ever been spanked before. I’m surprised to find the thought of another man spanking her sends me into a funnel of rage. I slap her again, harder, to make her pay for that.
    “Please sir,” she says. Her voice is shaking but I’ve done this enough times to know it isn’t fear making it quake — not really. It’s the pleasure that comes with being on the brink of fear.
    And it’s what I live for.
    “Claire, not wearing panties at work is not appropriate. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir,” she says.
    “But given that you seem to enjoy being so naughty, I’m going to make sure the punishment fits the crime. For the rest of the week, you will be forbidden from wearing panties in this office.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I slap her again, and again, and again. Each time, her body is pressed harder against the desk. I