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him begin another call.
    Shame, and vulnerability soon overwhelmed the minor pain. She shifted her weight from side to side, trying not to make her moves noticeable. She wanted him to know how sorry she was, for being late, taking up so much of his time…being unable to handle a simple spanking, when it had been her fantasy! But facing the corner of the room, the blank walls, while her bare ass was exposed to the room, was worse.
     
    Randolph continued the call, as much a test of his patience as hers. Half paying attention to his accountant, he watched her fidget, fingers twitching in agitation and impatience. He smiled, proud of his girl. She hadn’t once attempted to lean on the walls, and it had to be hard.
    Her gasp when he began the second call had amused him. Outrage coupled with panties around the knees and a bare ass displaying a pattern of his reddened handprints. Very sexy kitten he attempted to correct. His eyes never left her, admiring her from the top of her shiny blonde locks to her trim ankles in their low pumps.
    And everything in between.
    He imprinted the image on his mind. Her white blouse ended just below her waist, its conservative line emphasizing the lewdness of her red and white ass. He covered the phone.
    “Miss Mona, please clasp your forearms behind your back.” Perfect.
    The accountant rambled on about some forms he needed signed, blah, blah, blah. He would have to call him again tomorrow, anyway, and go over everything again when he could pay attention. The heat in his blood insisted that whether Mona had been in the corner long enough or not, he needed her back with him. Now. Having her out of his reach, no matter what a compelling picture she made, didn’t work for long.
    “Come here.” And hurry! But he had to stay calm and in control. Or he’d have her over his desk while he drove his cock into her over and over until she screamed out his name and accepted she belonged to him.
    But that wasn’t their agreement. Only his desire.
    He held his peace as she moved toward him and stopped at his knees. Bending, he took hold of the elastic of her panties and drew them down. She braced herself on his shoulder for balance and lifted one foot, then the other out of the garment. He dropped them on the floor and pulled her to him, arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her abdomen. His gift to himself. She smelled of flowers and the musk of her arousal. A heady combination that hardened his dick further.
    Instead of laying her across his lap, he sat her on it. She lay her face on his shoulder and sobbed.
    “I’m sorry, so sorry. You must hate me. I’m such a bother.”
    He stroked her hair and cradled her close. “Miss Mona, you’re anything but a bother.”
    “No.” She leaned away from him. “I am a problem and I don’t know why you put up with me.” Her blue eyes glistened with moisture and he stroked his thumb over her trembling lower lip. She grasped his hand and pressed a soft kiss on the palm. “Thank you for helping me to remember not to make the same mistake again. I am well and truly sorry. I will be a model employee from now on.”
    He believed her, and opened his mouth to say so when, to his amazement, a mischievous glint lit her eyes. “Of course if I make any new mistakes, you might have to take me in hand again.”
    He chuckled and began to laugh. Miss Mona might be an ideal sub, might be willing to be his sub—once she understood what he wanted from her—but as usual, she delighted him. His reason for waking up in the morning with a smile. Her giggle joined his laughter and he hugged her close while they both let loose the tension that had held them all day, and after a while she lay against his chest, her hand tracing idle circles over his shirt buttons.
    “Mr. Marks?”
    “Hmm?” He relaxed in his seat, rubbing her back, enjoying the warm armful of his recalcitrant employee.
    “Is it all right if I kiss you?”
    His cock roared back into his