Free When in Rio by Delphine Dryden Page B

Very nice, little Katie. I think this is really a good look on you. Even better than the jeans, although those were good too. Once they tore—and I’d been watching all that morning, wondering if they would—what I wanted more than anything was to pull you into my office and give you a very stern talking-to about appropriate office attire for casual Fridays. What would your response have been, I wonder?”
    “Being very quiet and hoping you wouldn’t notice I was about to come on the spot, Sir?” It was true.
    Jack laughed and grinned broadly enough to see in the gloom, and then wrapped his fingers around my hips to tug me a little closer. The motion set me off balance and I threw my hands to his shoulders to catch myself. He didn’t seem to mind, let me leave them there as he started to nuzzle my belly, tracing soft kisses across and down each hip in turn.
    “You would have been in pretty big trouble if that were the case, because I’m sure I would’ve noticed that . No, I think once I’d gotten you in there, I would have told you to go to my desk and lean over it. And then slipped my fingers into the hole in your jeans, so you would know exactly what transgression you were there for. I would have shown you just how much access that little rip could provide, playing with everything I could reach through it. And then what do you suppose I would have done, little one? To make sure you remembered not to do it again?”
    God, he was good at this. I was aching and wet and his hands hadn’t even ventured into anything like an erogenous zone yet. “You would have whipped me, Sir?”
    “Spanked you,” he corrected. “With my bare hand. I find it’s every bit as effective as I need it to be. Turn around.” He was already turning me, trailing more kisses over my hips and around to my lower back, cupping my ass with both hands and squeezing firmly. “Are you a whip-and-paddle kind of girl, little Katie? What idiot taught you that, when he could’ve been using his own hand on this gorgeous ass?”
    “I’m whatever kind of girl you think I need to be, Sir,” I replied, trying not to gasp as his hands stroked and lifted, exploring sensitive territory that I already knew he planned to work over in more ways than one very soon. I would be whatever kind of girl he wanted me to be. Hell, I would be any kind of anything he wanted me to be, if he would just keep doing… that .
    “Hmmm. What a good little sub you are. We’ll see, though. You have to be pretty naughty to earn a whipping or a paddling from me, and this would have been a first offense. A bare hand doesn’t work too well over jeans. I think I would have told you to unbutton them and pull them down just far enough. And the little pink-leopard-print panties too.”
    Well, damn, that hole must’ve been bigger than I realized. Those jeans are going straight in the trash when I get home.
    “And then once you were bent over my desk again, with your bare ass in the air waiting for punishment, that’s when I would’ve seen that your pussy was shaved as smooth as silk.” His fingers marked his words, finally finding their way inside me then out again, running the slickness over my pussy and circling teasingly forward and around my already-sensitized clit. “And that’s really pretty naughty too. I would’ve started spanking you, just testing at first, but then harder and harder, making sure you learned your lesson.”
    When he drew one hand away, I had just time to anticipate the first slap striking my butt sharply, not just testing. Warmth spread from the spot and I felt myself growing wetter still. Jack could feel the same thing when, after delivering another three swift spanks, he dipped a finger down between my cheeks and felt my pussy again. There was no hiding my arousal, and I couldn’t restrain a groan at the feel of his touch as he stroked and pinched and then spanked another few times, harder still.
    “Get on the couch. Kneel on the seat, grab