Teaching My Boss A Lesson

“What did you just say to me?”

My boss and appropriately named ice-queen Tamara Frost gaped at me incredulously. Shock seemed to have rendered her entire body stiff, although I saw the faintest tremble underneath her pin-striped suit.

This was the part I should have taken back the words, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

Instead, I smirked at her and got up stepping even closer. Her hazel eyes flared open as she craned her neck to meet my eyes.

“I said,” I leaned in to whisper in her ears, “That you keep talking to me in that patronizing tone, I just might have to give you a spanking."

She gasped and took another step back, stumbling into my work table.

"How dare you-!" Her eyes swirled with passion, fury, and something else.

It was the 'something else' that made me curious.

Tamara might be surprised by this confrontation, but honestly, it was a long time coming. I was sick and tired of her micromanaging, undermining, and being hypercritical of everything I did. She’d been hired by our parent company and sent to my London office a few weeks ago and ever since then, she’d been on my ass.

So I only said that to insult her, and maybe freak her out a little. I was going to quit any way I had decided that I could earn one hundred times more money and have more fun working as a London escort so there was no harm in it.

But then what I saw in her eyes told me she wasn’t entirely opposed to it.

For one second, the shock disappeared and her eyes raked down my body, slow and sultry. I instantly got hard at her bold gaze. A slight smile quirked the corner of her lips before it disappeared, buried in her exaggerated feigned outrage.

She spun around. “Come to my office instantly.”

She stormed off, her ass jiggling behind her skirt. My dick jumped at the sight, and the challenge in her tone.

Ah, so this was all play. This what was she wanted all along.  

It seemed that she’d been poking at me all this time to get a reaction out of me.

And a reaction was what she would get.

When I got to the office she was pacing with a slightly worried expression on her face. She glanced up the minute I walked in but I didn’t meet her gaze, instead heading for her desk. I sat in her leather seat, admiring the view of London’s Hyde Park from her ceiling-to-floor windows.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She asked striding toward me and looking down with that same arrogant look that typically set my teeth on edge.

But now I found it made me very horny.

“Sitting,” I said. “Gotta prepare myself.”

“You know that I’m your boss right? And I could get you fired for the blatant disrespect you’ve shown right now.”

“Then go ahead," I said grasping her around the waist and pulling her into my lap. “Because I’m about to disrespect you some more.”

“What the-“

I halted her protest when I kissed her. She struggled a little, half-heartedly pushing at my shoulder but I held her still, focusing on the flavour of her lips. She unexpectedly tasted good, like strawberries and cream, a surprisingly fresh and innocent scent for the shrew. And after only a second pause she submitted to the kiss, moaning into my mouth as her breast rubbed against my chest.

Fuck, I could feel her nipples poking through her bra.

I molded my hand over her breast, skimming my fingers over the engorged nubs. Oh yeah. I always knew she would have thick long ones. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on then.

I strummed them again, pressing them between my finger and thumb. Tamara gasped and jerked, her thighs spread open almost instinctively. I nudged and shifted until my leg was between her thighs, and I felt the heat against my lap. Horny little shrew. I needed to touch her, and feel that heat against my fingers, but I needed to pull back first so I didn't lose my head completely.

I did make her a promise after all.

I watched her face as my hand travelled under her skirt.

God, she looked so sexy like this. Her eyes were still shut her face up turned; lips were swollen. I smirked as her eyes slowly came open. Embarrassment instantly filled her features. “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Doing exactly what I said." With an easy flip, I got her face down on my lap, shoving her skirt up and exposing her pert butt in lacy underwear.

Sexy as fuck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, but with a sultry undertone.

"The safe word is 'I'm sorry'. Do you understand?"

"Don’t you dare-"

"Say it and I let you go. This ends. 3...2..."

“I’m going to fucking kill-“

Her words ended in a gasp as a slap rang out on her ass. She squirmed again releasing expletives as I spanked her again and again and again. Each time the sound was accompanied by her indignant gasp.

But slowly, the gasps started turning into sighs.

I could tell the exact second when the humiliation started mixing with the arousal, when the punishment became delicious. She started squirming towards rather than away from the hits, her breasts shifting against my thighs, her eyes slipping shut. The next spank had her moaning loud and I couldn’t resist anymore. I slipped her panties to the side and groaned as I felt the wetness down her thighs.

“Fuck you’re dripping.” I was incredulous at how pretty her pussy looked, pink and flushed for me. And how wet and hot she got. I slipped my finger between her slit, caressing her clit at the same time.

She moved to try to get me closer and I spanked her once more.

"Stay still,” I ordered and she trembled as she obeyed.

"Good girl," I murmured.

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Brat," I spanked her again but I obliged by pushing my finger slowly into her wet cunt. She let out guttural groans and sounds that showed how depraved she really was. I wondered if they could hear her from outside.

"I didn't lock the door, you know," I reminded her. "Someone could walk in and see the boss lady getting off to a spanking and me touching her pretty pussy."

"Asshole."

"Bitch," I countered affectionately and started thrusting hard inside her. She cried out again. I knew she was close. Her entire body trembled and she clutched my trousers throwing her head back and shaking as she begged silently.

“The magic words.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Fuck me, please.”

And then I thrust two fingers inside her, hard. She screamed as she came, pouring into my hands.

Fuck, she smelled good. I brought my fingers up to my face and licked her off.

“Pervert," she said when she caught me doing it.

“I resemble that remark.” I brought her languid body up back into a sitting position and smirked in her face when I said, “Oh and by the way, I quit.”