Free Federal Discipline by Loki Renard Page A

said casually. “You fit nicely.”
    That, she agreed with. She did fit nicely, her hips pressed against his thigh in just the right way to provide pressure to the hidden bud that was all but screaming for attention. The spanking had made her horny as hell, and the longer the heat sank in without further swatting, the more she became aware of just how wet she had become. The dampness between her lips was seeping out to her inner thighs, she could feel them becoming slippery as she pushed them tight together, hoping he wouldn't notice – and hoping he would.
    “Okay, agent. We have work to do,” he said, patting her bottom. “You can get up and retrieve your panties if you like.”
    If you like... For a mad moment, Jamie wondered what would happen if she didn't get up and get dressed. She wondered what would happen if she parted her thighs and arched her hips and let him see precisely what he'd done to her, besides reddening her cheeks.
    She moved her thigh slightly, but her nerve failed her. It was one thing to take a spanking from her case agent. It was another thing to try to seduce him. That was the way women got reputations.
    It was no easy task getting off his lap without baring her most intimate parts to his gaze, but she did her best, clamping her knees together and sort of rolling off to sit by his side. Without looking at him, she gra bbed for her panties and slacks, pulling both on as quickly as possible. The feeling of silky fabric against her heated cheeks and wet pussy was just another sensation in a maddening cacophony of illicit desires.
    “You took that well,” he said, surprising her with his praise.
    “I didn't have much choice, did I?” She avoided his gaze, loathe to look him in the eye and reveal the very naughty thoughts that were plaguing her.
    “I suppose not,” he said. “Would you like a drink? Coffee?”
    So now she was going to sit around his house and drink coffee. After he'd spanked her. The surreal feeling returned, leaving Jamie feeling lightheaded and disoriented. “Uh...” she said.
    “Sit down,” he replied, taking charge of the situation. “How do you have your coffee?”
    “I don't,” she said. “I don't need any more stimulation.”
    “No,” he smiled. “I suppose you don't.”
    Blushing, Jamie wondered if he was making reference to her state of arousal. Most of the time it was easy to hide such things as a woman, but he'd been treated to views of intimate parts of her person, and a cursory look down at her chest revealed how very erect her nipples were through her sensible blouse.
    “I'll get you a soda,” he said. “Hang tight.”
    Jamie took a seat on the sofa she'd just been spanked on, glad that it was soft and cushiony. It wasn't that her bottom hurt, so much as she didn't want to exacerbate the sting in her cheeks. Pressing her thighs tightly together, she rocked back and forth. It was enough to make her clit ride against the seam of her slacks – and she hoped it would be enough to give her some measure of release before he came back.
    She was not the sort of woman usually given to subtly masturbating in her superior's house, but really, Jack had left her with no option. The pulsing yearning between her thighs could not be ignored. Whilst her superior clattered about in the kitchen, Jamie rode her pants towards the beginnings of a long awaited climax.
    “Here,” he said, coming into the room suddenly with a can of soda. “Are you all right? You look flushed.”
    “Yes,” Jamie said. “Thank you. I'm fine.” She continued to blush, going from shade to shade of embarrassed red. Perhaps she should excuse herself, go to the bathroom and relieve herself. She really couldn't see any other way out of the mess she was fast making in her panties, soaking through the gusset.
    “I'll be right back,” he said, returning to the kitchen. “Don't go anywhere.”
    Jamie scooted to the edge of the couch, just in case she was leaking through her panties and onto