50 Shades of Family

Office (Part 2)

“Christian, we can't do this in your office. Let's just...put a pin in it till we get home?” I suggest. Christian leans forward trapping me in my seat, his hands resting on the arm rest.

“I gave you simple rules: only do the work that I give you, and to do as I ask. By breaking the first one, you broke the second one...twice. Let's not forget the part where you talked back to me-” I open my mouth to oppose his accusation but he places a finger over my lips to stop me. “Don't make it worse for your self sweetheart.” He whispers and his eyes become darker and dilated. He pulls me up by my hands and spins me around so I'm facing his desk. “Hands on the top.” His lips brush my ear and then the tip of his tongue trails down my neck.

My inner goddess is practically dripping wet in anticipation of this spanking, proud I not only stole paperwork to do, but also got snarky. She's sure Christian's famous twitchy palm will make sure my ass takes the heat for those things. She's probably right. My inner goddess is on her knew begging for his punishment.

I rested my hands on the edge and hung my head between my shoulders. He pulls the zipper on the back of my shirt down and slips the shirt down my arms and then tosses it in the chair. Christian's wondrous hands move down my bare sides and over my ass before his touch vanishes into thin air. After a couple of seconds, I hear a clanking sound and when I look back he is taking out his belt. Oh God. Is he really going to spank me with that? People will for sure hear our on going activities. He walks up to my right side and hooks the belt around my hands, pulling them close together and making me less stable. He pulls the belt as tight as it'll go securing it in the last notch.

“Almost forgot,” he murmurs to him self. Unwrapping his tie from around his neck, he brings it in front of my face. I realize it's that tie which does nothing but add to the moisture and heat between my legs.

“That's enough seeing for now,” Christian says before pulling the tie around my eyes, officially blind folding me.

“Keep your hands in front of you and stay up.” He instructs. I don't dare open my mouth and instead nod my head. Once again his hands pull my hair behind me and quickly braid it as if we are back in the Play Room, except he can't secure it. His fingers lightly trail down my sides, skimming over my ticklish areas making me jump. He knows exactly what he is doing. His fingers continue until they reach the waist of my skirt, hooking two fingers inside the band. As slowly as he can he starts pulling it down. The fabric scratching through the black tights down my legs.

Christian taps my ankles telling me to step out of the article of clothing. “Shit,” He mumbles. “You're so dame beautiful. I can't wait to fuck you in these tights.” I smile at the complement until he tags on, “but this is punishment.” He pulled the tights halfway down my thighs, and gasps at the sight of the light blue lace covering very little of my backside. Both of his hands grab a cheek squeezing and pushing them together. I resist the urge to moan and push back into his hands.

“What do you want?” he breathes.

“Spank me.” The words are out of my mouth before I think about them.

“Your manners?” He scolds

“Please spank me, Mr. Grey.”

“Good girl.” He praises.

“Count for me baby.” His voice is rough and gravely. I nod my head and wait for the expected impact. It doesn't come so soon, but when it does it sends a burning sensation all the way to my toes. I squeak and bite my lip.

“One.” I whimper while his hand smooths over the burning skin. Suddenly I feel his front rub against my back in a teasing gesture. This punishment has turned into a sick pleasuring game.