Trying Too Hard to Catch My Boss's Eye: Shy and Spanked

She has been yearning for his attention, but she didn't expect this …

Melanie has never been outgoing around her coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that she begins to regret her isolation in the work place. For weeks she silently hungers for his attention, until she is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Philip Reese has been painfully aware of her desire for his attention, and he intends to punish her for the inappropriate means she has employed to distract him from his professional duties.

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"Sit," he instructed, indicating one of the soft-cushioned couches against the far wall.

Obediently I took a place against the arm-rest and watched him pour himself a drink from the bar against the wall.

"I'm sure you can imagine how I've been wanting to dig my fingers into you for these past two weeks now," he said, turning back to me and sipping from his high ball. "Dear lord, the way you've been tempting me. And the way you've been dressing. It's been absolute torture. I hope you know you'll pay for that."

"I - me?" I asked, taken aback by the sudden change in his tone.

"Those tight little outfits. At first they were very conservative, weren't they? But every passing day you insisted on upping the stakes. I never thought a woman could be so quiet despite the fact she spent all her time screaming for me to pull her into a closet."

I playing nervously with the high hem of my skirt. In retrospect, I had to concede that my unspoken hunger for his attention had begun to affect my wardrobe choices in an undeniable way.

"You could have come to me on the very first day and I would have fucked you over my desk without a second thought. But instead, you wanted to make it difficult. You wanted to flit around, quiet and shy, revealing a bit more leg and a bit more cleavage each passing day until you'd made me absolutely crazy. I don't think that was very fair." He set his drink down. "And even at this moment, there you stand: ripe and impossibly sexy. Your nipples are practically popping through your blouse. How am I supposed to behave professionally?"

I looked down and saw that he was right. Mortified, I raised my hands to cover their obvious silhouettes.

"Oh stop that," he said. "It's much too late for that now."

Blushing a color that must have been more purple than red, I lowered my hands and watched him expectantly.

"That insolent sexuality," he was saying. "It makes me want to spank you until you're red, for having the temerity to make me as crazy as you've made me." He set his drink down on the mantle. "But punishing you for being sexy sets a bad precedent, doesn't it? I can't deny that it does. So we'll have to find something else, won't we?"