I wanted him and the prospect of getting the fucking I craved for versus being fired and going home to a frustrating sex life made the decision easy. ...lthough I was a bit timid I started undressing. Mr Jones pulled me to him.He was tall probably about 6'2"in his bare feet. he handled me as if I was weightless and and held me against his strong chest. He had me around my thighs and ass and I had my arms wrapped around his neck we were kissing passionately and His huge cock was pressing against. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, knowing the words are empty to you. We'd already spoken about my tardiness before, and this was meant to be my "last strike". Fuck.You turn to your friends and make conversation. The bartender offers me a drink, and I order Jameson and Sprite, knowing I’ll need a stronger drink to get through the punishment you’re dreaming up.If only the Uber driver had listened to my directions. We wouldn’t have gotten lost. But he didn’t, we did, and here I am: squirming.You place. "You guess?"Hal glanced up at Tina, and his cheeks flushed. "Yeah, I guess."Tina shook her head, trying hard to avoid laughing. "You had fun. Admit it."Hal took a deep breath. "Yeah, I had fun." Even the contest?"Hal looked back at his computer. His cheeks were burning red as he attempted to resume his work."Come on, Hal," Tina prompted. "Did you enjoy it?"Hal glanced up. It was obvious that he was embarrassed, almost painfully so. "Okay, so maybe I got carried away a little."Tina shook. “AAhhhouch,” I yelp. “Shhhh,” she tells me, “or I promise it will be worse, and stop squirming.” Without a pause my left cheek is on fire.I try my best not to move or make a sound, sometimes whimpering into the pillow.She continues with the strokes, alternating sides and with nonstop comments in a choppy rhythm to each strike. “I will Not. Be Treated. This Way.Anymore.You will fix your Attitude. On your Own. Next Time. Or this will be your Punishment.Do you Understand?!” This goes on for some.