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remembered what he was asking her to do for the
money.
    "I-I'm
not sure what you want," she stuttered. But oh God, she knew she wanted
that money.
    "Here. Now. Over my knee, and I spank you as hard as I wish with my open
palm."
    Tess actually
quivered as she nervously smoothed down the soft knit material of her black
pencil skirt.
    "Nothing
sexual," he claimed. "I'm just going to explode if I don't get rid of
this frustration!"
    Tess
didn't know how to tell him she agreed; she was too embarrassed. With her gaze
fixed on the spread of green bills, she slowly set her Blackberry down on top
of the desk. She couldn't look Mr. Carlson in the face as she started around
his desk. She might always wonder whether she would have gone through with it
or not, but she was saved from wondering about her decision, because Mr.
Carlson simply came forward and grabbed her.
    She knew
the door to his private office was closed and with all the outer office noises
no one could hear them. However, she would never have let loose a squeal, like
the one she had, unless she’d meant it. Which she did. But her squealing didn't
appear to bother Mr. Carlson one bit, because his strength tugged her forward
at the same time he sat, while he turned his high-backed Harvard chair away
from the front of his desk. A second later, she fell off her three-inch heels
as her tummy hit his hard thighs.
    She got
one more look at the money spread across his desk before weight defied her and
her head went down with the end of her ponytail falling on the carpet.
    "Oh!
Mr. Carlson!" she exclaimed, while overwhelming feelings of vulnerability
quaked through her, and she was about ready to call it off when the first slap
landed across her bottom. The words clogged in her throat. She couldn't say it
hurt exactly, more keenly she felt uncomfortable over the ignoble position as
her slip-on high heels fell off her feet.
    Whap. "Oh!" The material of her skirt
kept Mr. Carlson's spanking hand from making a loud slapping sound. But she
could feel it.
    "That's
it, you bad girl," Mr. Carlson uttered tightly above her. Whap.
    Tess
whined and she couldn't help trying to roll her bottom away from Mr. Carlson's
slapping hand. "Naughty." Whap. "Naughty." Whap. "Naughty!" Whap. Whap.
    Tears
built in Tess’ eyes as the swats became faster and harder. She jerked her hand
behind her trying to deflect the spanks. This was nothing like any childhood
spanking she'd ever received.
    Whap.
Whap.
    Mr.
Carlson grabbed her hand, which she was using to try to shield her squirming
rump, and he pulled it out of the way. "Oh no you don't! You deserve this, bad girl."
    "Oh,
ow!" she cried.
    Whap.
Whap.  
    Running
on pure instinct, she tried to scoot off Mr. Carlson's thighs. But his strong
hand grabbed her silk shirt encased waist, forcing her back up on his thighs.
    Whap.
Whap.
    "Ow!
Ow! That's enough, Mr. Carlson!" she cried.
    "It's
not nine-hundred worth yet," he uttered, with his voice sounding harsh.
"Bad girl!"
    Whap.
Whap.
    "Ow!"
she cried. "I want to stop!"
    Suddenly,
Mr. Carlson went still and she lay gasping as she slumped over his lap. His
fingers were clasped around both her wrists, holding her hands away from her sore
rump as her head hung down.
    "Are
you backing out on our deal, Miss Brown? Because if you are I will refuse to
pay any money until and unless I receive my full time to spank you."
    Tess
felt any hope of being released sink as her body quivered in trepidation. She
wasn't going to give up that money after all the abuse her bottom had already
taken. "How long?" she asked, sounding like a little girl.
    Mr.
Carlson's legs shifted under her belly. "Ten more minutes." His voice
sounded gruff, while she cringed. She just knew he was going to spank her
harder the last ten minutes. Maybe it was the submissive position she was in,
but it felt as if she'd lost all her normal strength of character.
    "Please,
don't spank me hard," she whined.
    "Ha!"
Mr. Carlson's voice sounded as if he'd