In Victoria’s office, Lily trembled before her boss, skirt hiked, lace panties exposed. “You’ve been naughty, missing deadlines,” Victoria purred, fingers outlining Lily’s thigh and sending shivers.
“Bend over,” Victoria commanded. Lily obeyed, heart pounding with desire.
Victoria’s palm cracked down sharply, each smack heating Lily’s skin to a fiery blush. The stings bloomed into aching pleasure; Lily’s moans escaped as wetness pooled between her legs.
“Feel that burn? It’s for you,” Victoria whispered, a finger teasing the fabric’s edge.
Ten strikes later, Lily straightened, throbbing with need. “Thank you, ma’am,” she gasped.
Victoria smirked—power ignited lust.
