Free Her Officer in Charge by Maggie Carpenter

capitulation. It swept through her like a warm breeze on a cool spring night, and, closing her eyes, she released a long, deep sigh.
    “Sir,” she whimpered.
    “If you wish to speak, you must ask permission.”
    “Sir, permission to speak, please, sir.”
    “In a moment.”
    Staring down at the gorgeous girl draped over the side of the bed, he reached down and stroked her back with his fingertips, delighting in the softness of her skin. His cock suddenly felt as if it was about to spontaneously combust, and though he would have been happy to stand there and soak in the glorious sight for endless minutes, he knew he had to move on.
    “Release my ankles,” he said softly.
    When her fingers slipped away, he moved across the room and entered his closet, unlocking the cabinet containing his toys and implements, carefully selecting his paddle of choice. Quickly returning, he smoothed the hard leather over her bottom and the backs of her thighs.
    “You may speak.”
    “Sir, I, uh, I’m feeling overwhelmed, but it’s not what you’re doing, it’s that it’s you doing it.”
    Vince felt his heart fill like a balloon on a helium tank. He wanted to throw the paddle aside, sweep her into his arms, and make love to her with the built-up passion that had been burning through his soul since the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but she wanted to feel his power and control. He wasn’t going to disappoint her.
    “Bella,” he said softly. “I feel the same, but right now we have some unfinished business.”
    “Yes, sir. I just had to tell you how I feel.”
    “I’m glad you did,” he replied, “and now I’m going to paddle you. Do you know why?”
    “Uh, because you want to?”
    “I certainly do, but I’m also going to heat up your bottom again because of your behavior this afternoon. You were outrageously rude and unprofessional. Even when I came out to the car and offered you an olive branch, you shut me down,” he scolded. “But Bella, you must ask me to do this.”
    “Oh, sir,” she murmured, a fresh wave of heat passing through her sex at his command, “please, will you, uh, oh, dear, paddle me?”
    “Indeed I will. Take hold of my ankles.”
    Her fingers wrapped around him, and as he shimmied her panties down her legs, he heard her utter a strange mewling sound.
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Raising the paddle, he landed it on her right cheek with a practiced flick of his wrist. Her fingers clutched his ankles, and just as he was about to land another, she spoke.
    “Thank you, sir, thank you.”
    A surge of energy pushed him forward, and as he continued with a slow regular pace, she thanked him after every stroke.
    “Is your skin burning?” he asked, pausing after a dozen or so swats.
    “Yes, sir,” she gasped.
    “I can see your bottom isn’t the only part of you that’s hot,” he remarked, gazing at the slick shine between her legs.
    “No, sir,” she murmured.
    “I didn’t punish the backs of your thighs, but I think your attitude is deserving of something a bit extra, don’t you, Bella?”
    “Oh, sir, if you think so.”
    “I don’t take kindly to young women treating me with such disrespect, and if I handle it now, I’m not going to have to worry in the future, am I?”
    “No, sir, you won’t, I swear,” she promised. “I, uh, I’ve never had someone smack there.”
    “Ah, well then, I suggest you grip my ankles tightly, and remember just how incredibly rude you were.”
    “I remember, sir, and I don’t know what got into me.”
    “Whatever it was, I suspect it will not be returning,” he declared, gliding the paddle across the top of her thigh.
    It hit her skin with a keen bite, and she yowled her protest. When it slapped her opposite thigh, he heard her hiss through her teeth.
    “Rude girls,” he began, slowly swatting back and forth, “should understand that their nasty comments carry consequences. Next time you decide to be sarcastic and cop an attitude, I hope