Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Bullshit," I said with a smile. "You did it to me when you sat down. You've probably been doing it to me ever since you got here without me noticing because I'd be concentrating on my work."

I hit the nail on the head with that one. She blushed quite fiercely, giving me an angry look at the same time. I suspect she was annoyed that I hadn't been noticing.

I rose to my feet, stretched to get the kinks out of my muscles, and strolled around to the other side of the desk.

"It's at this point I'm supposed to assign some sort of penalty and issue fearsome warnings of how your career is going down the toilet if you don't toe the line like a good little wage-slave. Problem with that is you're a temp. You don't have a career with us and I'm not in a position to deny you a promotion or a salary increase because you're on a fixed term contract. It wouldn't be fair to give a bad report to your agency as apart from this you do an excellent job. This means I've got to come up with something that will serve as a penalty and warning."



She was smirking slightly as if to say do your worst. I smiled back just as brightly.

"I'd decided to threaten to paddle your tush if you didn't get your act together," I told her, smiling at the shock on her face.

I held up my hand to stop her before she could register a defiant protest.

"That, of course, was before you came in and deliberately flashed your boobs at me."

"I did no such thing," she quickly interjected.

"Yes, you did," I affirmed, "and we both know it. Accordingly I decided that instead of threatening to paddle your pretty little tush I'd go right ahead and do it. The threat to keep you in line will have to be upgraded as well."



"Oh, really," she said, sounding rather indignant. "And what, pray tell, will the new threat be?"

"Have you no imagination?" I asked, smirking. "It's simple really. You come into my office again without a bra and I'll assume you want sex and I'll fuck you."

"And you're accusing me of sexual harassment" she said with a gasp.

"Um, no, actually. These are." I picked up the HR reports and flourished them.

"If you think I'm going to let you spank me you've got another think coming."

"I've already had it," I said comfortably. "You either bend over the desk and get your bottom smacked or you break the contract and go back to the agency. I'm not sure how they'll react to your story about wanting to avoid a spanking as punishment for sexual harassment but I'd love to hear you explain."



I was now getting a very nasty look from her. We had a long association with her agency with no complaints. They'd think she was making things up, especially if we declined to comment. I could see her thinking about the outcome of she tried to explain the situation to her agent.

"You think you're so smart," she said, flaring up angrily.

"Ah, yes," I agreed. "That's why they pay me the big bucks."

For a moment or two we just looked at each other, her in her seat and me standing next to her waiting. I knew how this was going to end and I suspect that so did she. She was just reluctant to admit it.

"Come on," I said. "You've lost this one and you know it. On your feet and bend over the desk. Unless you'd rather bend over my knee?"

Her expression said, "No, thank you. Your knees can drop off and rot for all I care." She did get up and bend over the desk, though.

As I expected that short tight skirt promptly rode up, exposing half her ass. I was slightly surprised how much bottom was on display opposed to how much panties. I thoughtfully helped her skirt to hike a little higher and the bottom to panties ratio didn't change by much. If she was bending over for any reason out amongst the workers then there was a severe risk of heart attack.

I hooked hold of her panties and drew them down, leaving her bottom fully exposed. Coincidentally, some other parts were also exposed, but I was too much of a gentleman to mention that.



"My panties," came the dismayed protest.

"What about them?" I asked. "I wouldn't want them to get damaged by my calloused hands and that could happen. Better they stay out of the way."

She was almost quivering with outrage. She probably wanted to point out that her panties, such as they were, were not preventing me from spanking what was effectively a bare bottom. Trouble was, to do so she'd have been admitting that they weren't quite the sort of panties to wear to work. Out for a hot date, maybe, but not for work.

My hand came down firmly on first her right cheek and then her left. The third spank split the difference and I couldn't really see what her gripe was. She was the one standing with her legs parted like that. I hadn't made her. Neither could I be blamed for having a large hand with long fingers that sort of wrapped themselves around her bottom with my fingers slapping against some rather sensitive flesh.

"Don't you touch me there," she yelped.

I was a little slow removing my hand so when she spoke I just squeezed slightly.

"You mean here?" I asked with all innocence.

"Yes, there," she gasped out.

"Yes, touch here or not touch here?" I asked, rubbing slowly.



"Not touch," she said rather hastily. "That's not my bottom."

"I know," I conceded, "but it was an accident. I'm not exactly used to spanking errant secretaries like this."

I continued with the spanking and I'm afraid I have to admit my accuracy didn't improve much. Neither did Oviya's mood. She actually accused me of doing it deliberately.