Free Federal Discipline by Loki Renard Page B

her slacks. The wetness was becoming a menace. She was certainly going to have to excuse herself.
    “Where is your restroom? ” She called the question out.
    “Down the hall, third door on the left.”
    Making good her escape, Jamie walked to the bathroom, locked the door and peeled her pants and panties down. Just as she'd feared, the crotch of her panties was completely soaked.
    There was a long mirror in the room, so Jamie couldn't avoid looking at her bottom. As he'd promised, there weren't any marks or bruises. But there was a red glow that made her backside look like a Christmas bauble.
    “Damn,” she swore under her breath, running her fingers over her heated skin. Her bottom was radiating warmth. But it wasn't her bottom that was concerning her in that moment. It was her arousal. She put the toilet lid down and sat on it, spreading her thighs wide enough to allow her fingers to press down over the slick tingling bud of her clit and then to the entrance of her body.
    She sighed with relief as she pushed her fingertips inside, pressing against the quivering walls in a way that was most satisfying. Her mind drifted as she played with herself, imagining not her fingers delving inside, but another part of Jack's anatomy, thick and hard pressing deep inside, filling her over and over again.
    The knowledge that what she was doing was completely over the line only served to spur her on. There she was, hot bottomed, naked from the waist down, masturbating in her boss' bathroom. It was wrong. It was naughty. And it was the hottest thing she'd ever done.
    She climaxed quickly, dabbed her panties off with tissue as best she could and tried to compose herself. Looking in the mirror, she saw a pale woman with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, hair slightly askew, likely from the spanking.
    Smoothing down stray wisps of hair, Jamie took a deep breath. It was okay, she told herself. He wouldn't know what she'd been doing. He wouldn't know anything at all.
    Jack was sipping coffee in his armchair when she returned. Her soda was waiting for her, beads of moisture tracing down to the coaster on the table.
    There was a silence as she sat. What did one say in such circumstances? Jamie filled the silence by cracking the tab on the soda can open and taking a sip. “Refreshing,” she said, hiding a nervous smile behind the can.
    Jack checked his watch. “I got a call,” he said. “The results from the autopsy are in. We'll finish our drinks and go check them out.”
    “Okay,” Jamie said. “Sounds good.”
    Just like that, things were back to business as usual. The spanking was almost forgotten, though not quite because Jamie could feel her backside stinging on and on as she sipped her soda.
    Before they could finish their drinks, Jack's phone rang.
    “Hello, Mrs. Brampton,” he answered. “Yes, Mrs. Brampton... We'll be there right away, Mrs. Brampton.”
    “Are we going to see Mrs . Brampton?” Jamie asked when he shut off his phone.
    “Ex cellent deductive skills, agent.” He winked in her direction.
    Jamie smiled. She would never have predicted it, but for some reason Jack Harley was actually being nicer to her after having spanked her. Maybe it was another FBI rite of passage or something.
    “We need to get going, agent,” he said, discarding his coffee. “Now. She sounded distressed.”
    Jamie was relieved to be going out. It was good to pay attention to the case again, and not the state of her bottom or other intimate parts of her body.
    *****
    Mrs . Brampton had asked to meet at her house. House wasn't really the word for where the Bramptons lived though, it was more like an estate. It even had its own name, 'Brampton Court'. The manicured lawns, the finely tripped topiary, bushes shaped like chess pieces looked like something out of a movie. Jamie couldn't begin to imagine what had made a man run away from all these riches and immerse himself in filthy street drugs. Why, in a place like this he could have