Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
My cheeks burned with shame as she opened a drawer in her desk and withdrew a set of delicate pink lace lingerie. The bra was sheer with tiny rosettes along the cups, and the matching panties were barely more than scraps of lace held together with satin ribbons.
“Put these on instead,” she commanded, placing the lingerie on the edge of her desk. “You’ll be wearing them for the remainder of your interview process—first with me, and then with the team leader for the team you’ll be joining as an intern.”
I stared at the provocative undergarments, my stomach dropping. “I… I can’t wear those. This is supposed to be a business interview.”
Sharon’s expression hardened. “I thought I told you exactly what would happen if you disobeyed again, Grace.”
Before I could respond, she was opening another drawer and withdrawing a stark white paddle emblazoned with Selecta’s red logo. The sight of it made my knees weak with a mixture of fear and that shameful arousal I couldn’t suppress.
“Bend over the desk,” she ordered, standing and moving around to my side.
Panic flooded through me. I dropped to my knees, scrambling for my dress on the floor. “This was a terrible mistake,” I gasped, tears already starting to flow. “I need to leave. I need to go right now.”
“Do you need help bending over the desk, Grace?” Sharon’s voice was perfectly calm, which somehow made it more terrifying.
I heard the soft click of the office door locking behind me, and a sob escaped my throat. There was no escape now. I looked up at the terrifying woman who loomed over me with the horrid paddle in her hand. I swallowed so hard it hurt.
I remembered how this had felt with the husband I’d thought I’d loved: how his physical presence and his handsome face had somehow helped me—as well as knowing, I suddenly realized, that he never spanked me very hard. It seemed utterly different to submit to discipline from this woman I had just met, here in her office.
Trembling violently, I slowly stood and took the two steps that brought me to her imposing desk. I bit my lip as I leaned forward over the polished surface, my hands gripping the far edge as Sharon positioned herself behind me.
“We’ll have these down,” she said matter-of-factly, and I felt her hand inside the waistband of my panties. “You’re no stranger to bare-bottom discipline, are you, Grace?”
“Oh, no… please…” I murmured, trying to twist my hips so she couldn’t get the underwear down my thighs. “I… not on the bare, please?”
CHAPTER 2
Grace
“Don’t be silly, Grace,” Sharon said in a scornful tone, as she expertly pulled the garment down almost to my knees. “You of all people understand why naughty girls have their panties taken down.”
Without further warning, the first stroke of the paddle across my bare bottom sent fire through my entire body. I cried out, my back arching involuntarily.
“You have twelve swats, and you’ll count each one,” she instructed. “And you’ll thank me afterward.”
“One,” I gasped through my tears. I felt bizarrely, embarrassingly grateful that at least I knew how to accept an old-fashioned punishment. “Thank you, Ms. Fagan.”
“You know, Grace,” Sharon said conversationally as she delivered the second brutal swat, “judging from your NMB videos—which were some of our highest-rated streams, I should mention—most people would assume you enjoyed being punished.”
“Two,” I sobbed. “Thank you, Ms. Fagan.”
The paddle connected again with vicious precision, and I could feel my composure crumbling completely. The pain seemed so much sharper than anything Jacob had ever given me—businesslike and unforgiving rather than delivered out of anything like affection or even simple lust.
“Three. Thank you, Ms. Fagan.”
“But assessment knows better, doesn’t it?” Sharon continued, her voice maddeningly steady as she undoubtedly raised the paddle again, ready to continue my horrid lesson. “Assessment knows that you need punishment, but don’t like it one bit. There’s quite a difference.”
The fourth swat landed lower, catching the sensitive spot where my bottom met my thighs, and I nearly lost my grip on the desk edge.
“Four! Thank you, Ms. Fagan!”
How could she know that? How could she see through the facade that had fooled even Jacob? I had spent years convincing myself and everyone else that I craved discipline, that submission came naturally to me. But she was right—I needed it in some fundamental way I didn’t understand, even as every fiber of my being rebelled against it.
The remaining eight swats blurred together in a haze of fire and tears. By the time I choked out “Twelve, thank you, Ms. Fagan,” I was sobbing so hard I could barely speak.
“Stand up and take off your panties and bra,” Sharon commanded, returning the paddle to her drawer with businesslike efficiency and then sitting back down in her desk chair.
I straightened up, blinking at her through my tears. Somehow it hadn’t fully occurred to me that to put on the pink lingerie she had presented to me, I would have to take off my own underwear completely. My resistance had come just from the idea of having to wear the embarrassing new things—I hadn’t even thought of this stage, the nudity.