Spanking, semi-public/public sex, office sex, choking, finger sucking
Hotch stands outside the door to his office and puts on the coldest face he can manage.
"Y/N, come to my office." His voice carries through the bullpen, harsh and cold.
An eruption of "ooo's" comes from the team, but you ignore it as you stand and straighten your clothes before making your way up the stairs to his office.
He's no longer standing in the threshold, he's sat at his desk face blank. The blinds are closed and you get the hint.
"Should I lock the door, sir?"
He nods, eyes roaming your body intently as you gently close and lock the door. He makes a come hither motion, eyes now trained on your face.
You obey, heels clicking on the linoleum as you make your way over to him.
"I don't believe I'm here to talk about reports, am I?"
"When are you ever?" Hotch teases, pulling you to stand between his spread legs.
His hands rub absently at your hips and a small smile on his face.
"Well, I must be here for a treat then." You grin, lifting one leg to rest it on his strong thigh.
"Mm, try again darling."
"A punishment then? Whatever did I do, sir?" You play coy, batting your eyelashes innocently.
It makes him laugh softly, which in turn makes you giggle.
"Don't play coy with me, baby. You know exactly what you've done."
You hum, twisting his tie around your hand.
"Is it that I teased you? Sent you a less than appropriate photo? I thought you'd enjoy it, sir."
"Not that I didn't enjoy them, but we are at work. You don't want to have an HR seminar like Garcia and Morgan do you, little girl?"
"No, sir." You pout, releasing his tie from your hand.
"Good girl. Sadly, I still must punish you. I cant let whorish acts go without appropriate action. Now, bend your pretty self over my lap."
You cant help but let out a small moan at that, nodding as you stand straight. You move so you can lay over his lap, skirt riding up your thighs.
"So obedient, you must want this punishment to end soon, hm?" He rubs a hand along your inner thigh, stopping where your skirt lays.
"Yes, sir." You breathe, wriggling in his lap.
"Stay still for me, I'm going to push your skirt up."
You hum your approval, a shudder running through you as the cool air hits your rear.
His groan is music to your ears, plush lip drawn between his teeth as he takes in the sight of the navy blue thong.
His hand grips the fat of your ass, playing with it for a moment before coming back to himself.
"How many do you deserve?"
"As many as you wish to give me, sir." You state easily.
"Good girl." He smiles, grabbing your ass again.
"I'll give you 15, can you handle it?"
"Yes, sir."
Hotch hums, bringing his hand up just to swing it back down.
