Ultimate Spanking by Miranda Forbes

Author:Miranda Forbes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic, sex, erotica, domination, submission, red hot, excite, xcite, bdsm, bondage, dominatrix, mistress, control, girl, threesome, female, lesbian, x rated, spank, adult, romp, steamy, playful, art, plaster, statue
ISBN: 9781907726422
Publisher: Xcite Books
Published: 2010-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

Red

by Charlotte Stein

He has absolutely no idea that I’m there, so it’s not really a big deal that he drops his pants. He thinks he’s all alone in the office and free to change into nice, comfy, after-work sort of clothes. No one is here to see that he’s not wearing any underwear.

And certainly no one is here to see the flash of red, on his smooth golden ass.

At first I look away. Like I’ve seen something I shouldn’t and I know it, instinctively. I don’t mind staring at his bare butt, so much, but sneaking a peek at something secretive and strange, that’s beyond the pale.

But then I want to be sure of what I’ve seen. I can still see that red mark, behind my eyes. I can see it when I sit back down at my desk, behind this cubicle wall. I need to have another look, before it becomes a trick of the light or something far more boring. Or becomes just, you know, not that.

But it is that. I peer back around the wall and laser in on where he’s standing: by his desk, about six cubicles down. Just out in the open enough for me to spy him. And to spy what is definitely a red handprint, peeking out from beneath the completely inadequate cover of his shirt-tails.

Someone has spanked Blake Cooper’s ass. His name is Blake and he drives a Porsche and he’s the biggest most arrogant douchebag to ever walk the face of the earth, and yet someone has still spanked him. The evidence is right there, that blazing red mark like a scarlet letter. A scarlet letter written to me: I have been punished, for being an immense douche.

Once, I saw him wave his coffee cup at our boss, Mrs Henderson. If women turn him down, they’re lesbians. He spends two hundred quid on a haircut, and then tells everyone in meetings, loudly.

And all the while someone’s been spanking him, the fucking faker. It’s all just a show, just a front, and he proves it when he turns around too suddenly, and catches me staring. All that expensive tanning drains out of his handsome face. He tries to put his jacket on, and instead jams his arm into a hole that isn’t there.

Then he dashes off before I can expose further dents, in his asshole facade. Though for the life in me I can’t think why you’d want the asshole to be your storefront, while the slap-happy slut lies locked in the closet.

I bet he doesn’t think I’m going to follow him about, to see what he’s up to. I bet the arrogance slips right back on, when his arse isn’t on show. He can shrug it off, roll with it: so what if that little peon stared at him. What does she know about anything?

I know that everything here is grey, and I want red red red. I want to measure that handprint on his ass, and match it to his dirty co-conspirator.

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