A laid off legal secretary with a curiosity about the BDSM lifestyle responds to an advertisement in a lifestyle magazine placed by a law firm seeking a "submissive legal assistant" and gets more than she bargained for. This spanking erotica BDSM romance short story is the kickoff to a series about a law firm that has quite a bit going on behind closed doors.
“Now take off your skirt,” he said.
This time, she only hesitated for the briefest of seconds before reaching back to unhook the skirt. She unzipped it and let it slide to the floor, then bent over to pick it up and lay it across the back of the chair.
“Hands behind your head.” He allowed his gaze to travel slowly down her body. She was an Amazon -- tall and well-proportioned with lush curves that made his mouth water. He liked his women curvy with meat on their bones. She did not disappoint. The white lacy bra matched the white lacy panties and the garter she wore with the white patterned thigh high stockings. She made a sexy picture standing there in her lingerie and high-heeled pumps.
He frowned. She wasn’t supposed to be wearing panties. In fact, she’d been specifically instructed not to wear panties to the interview. It was his standing order – not just for job applicants but for any submissive serving under him. That was the second order she had violated in a single day. It could not go unpunished. But first, he would finish his inspection.
He rose from his seat and walked around his desk until he stood behind her. He saw her body tense. He took a good look and smiled. If anything, she looked even better from behind. She had a well-defined waist that nipped into a pert bottom with full buttocks that made his hand ache to smack them. He would be sure to indulge that urge before she left. Her long, shapely legs went on for miles before ending in the sexy pumps.
He moved forward until he stood close behind her. Heat radiated from her body. He nuzzled in around the curve of her neck and inhaled her perfume, a light scent with musky undertones. It was intoxicating. He smiled as he detected a slight shiver. It confirmed that she was as drawn to him as he was to her.
He leaned in until his lips were close to her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, and had the pleasure of watching her jump.
“What, what do you mean?” she asked. Her voice came out in a throaty whisper. It sounded super sexy.
He straightened. “Don’t play dumb with me.” His voice deliberately stern. “You violated two orders today. Tell me what they were.”
She swallowed audibly. “Um, I got out of my seat in reception.” She stopped there.
“What else?” His sharp tone made her flinch.
“I’m wearing panties.”
He took her by the shoulders, turned her around to face him, and gave her a stern look. “So, even though the interview preparation instructions you received specifically stated that you were not to wear panties, you put them on anyway.”
She lowered her gaze. “Yes Sir.”
“Why?” He put a finger under her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look up at him.
“Sir, I’m just not used to leaving the house with no underwear on. It, it seemed a little unsanitary or something.” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. But she needed to understand where she had gone wrong.
“And you’re not used to suffering the consequences of failing to follow orders either, are you?”
She shook her head. “No Sir.” Her voice was soft.
“Well, you’re about to face them now,” he said. “Turn around, walk to the desk and lean over until your elbows and forearms are resting flat against it.”
Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. “Sir?”
“If I have to repeat myself, you will be a very unhappy sub,” he said.