A Reprieve?

"Cheating is cheating. No ifs, buts, or maybes."

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I hadn’t meant to cheat on my written test, but I had… Only a tiny bit. It was to secure a summer secretarial job. I had been summoned. Caught!

In his office, he addressed me:

“Kiki, you want this job? I want you to get it.”

I was so happy, I’d been let off lightly. A reprieve.

“Thank you, Mr. Fawkes.”

“Now turn around and bend over.”

He lifted my dress and pulled my knickers down.

The first spank tingled my bare cheeks. I started to get wet and horny. What next?

I think I had misinterpreted his comment!

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