I'm sorry, Mr. Storm!

Lilly   “Close the door and lock it. Then go to the back of the couch.”   “Wh-why?” I ask apprehensively.   “Just do as I say or I will add to your punishment.” He says and I can feel that he means what he says. I hurry over to the door and lock it and then I hurry over to the couch. “Face the couch.” He says and I obediently do what he says. Now I’m standing with my back towards his desk. “Good girl. It seems that you can do at least something right.” I only huff at that, feeling anger and irritation rise in my chest.   Suddenly I feel one of his large hands low on my back, just above my butt and I jump at the contact. I didn’t hear him walk up to me. Then I feel his breath on the side of my neck. “Take of

Lilly Thursday goes by with only a few minor mistakes such as dropping papers, stumbling into Mr. Storm’s business associate and such. What can I say? I am a clumsy person. None of them seems to be severe enough to earn me another punishment and I’m happy about that because my butt seriously hurt from yesterday's spanking. For lunch I once again go to the deli and flirt with Nate. I remember to exchange phone numbers with him, if any of us should get hold up by something for Friday's date. Friday rolls in with the sun shining brightly in the October sky. There is a chill in the air but that is nothing a nice, warm coat can’t handle. The bus was a few minutes early. I didn’t have to sit next to the smelly man that gives my legs hungry stares.

Lilly My mind was a little distracted the whole afternoon. I tell myself that it is because I’m nervous about my date tonight, but I know there is more. This morning's punishment was too short and unfulfilling. I still want more. But I cannot bring myself to make a mistake on purpose. I think that he would know, and what would he think of me then? I bite my lip and feel my cheeks blush. Just like they did when he caught me ogling him before his meeting. But what can I say? Every movement is so sexy. The way his hands moved as he buttoned his suit jacket. His long sensual fingers catching the cuff of his white shirt to make sure every detail was perfect. Remembering where that hand had been this morning as I hung over the backrest of his couch. The memory has a tingle running down my spine to my core.&nbs

Lilly This has been the most confusing day ever. I have no idea what runs through the head of my boss. Why would he even sp… punish me like that? Is that something he usually does to his employees? A frown falls on my lips with that thought. I don’t want him to do this to other employees. I want him for myself. I stiffen at that thought. No. That is not true. Right? I don’t have any kind of claim on my boss. I shake my head and continue cleaning up the mess in the conference room. When I’m finally done the time shows a quarter to five. Over an hour left until I’m to meet with Nate. I sit down and check the email once more and make sure that Mr. Storm’s schedule is correct. Then I knock on the doorframe of Mr. Storm’s office. 

Lilly Monday morning rolled in as a bill in the mail. It was raining and I dropped my phone on the ground so now it is in bits and pieces. Then the bus never showed up and when the next one came it was already crowded beyond what should be allowed. To make things worse, the disgusting man that always sits next to me, stood right behind me. I am sure that I felt his hands on my butt more than ten times. And when the busdriver made a hard break he grabbed my hips and rubbed whatever part of his groin he could from beneath his fat stomach, against my behind. When the bus finally came to my stop I couldn’t get out fast enough. I gave the man an angry and disgusted glare but he only leered back at me. I wanted to burn my clothes and bathe in acid after that busride.