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won, and not as if he'd agreed not to
spank her as hard.
    Whap.
Whap.
    "Oh!" Tess wailed, churning her rump away from
the hard spanks. But there was no place to escape too. She was having a hard
time with her feet because they were not touching the ground for balance and it
made her legs fall open. But the tightness of her pencil skirt kept them from
really gaping.
    Whap.
Whap.  
    "Oh,
ow! Ow! Ow!" Her head bounced with each swat as the material of her skirt
was less and less a barrier, and she mewled with each painful swat.
    Whap.
Whap.  
    "Naughty,
naughty girl." Mr. Carlson rasped each word punctuated by a hard spank.
"You are so bad! You need to learn."
    Tess
found herself promising Mr. Carlson to be a good girl through the grunts
woofing out of her mouth after each strike across her squirming butt. It hurt,
and she thought she wanted it to stop, but gradually the most embarrassing
thought and feelings began thrashing through her. It happened with each sting
of Mr. Carlson's spanking hand.
    What
would it be like if he raised her skirt?
    Oh no!
She couldn’t believe she was wishing his palm would be slapping against her
naked butt, right in the middle of the pain torturing her from being spanked.
    Whap.
Whap. Whap.  
    She
tried to ignore it as he told her what a bad girl she was. She would die from
more humiliation if he ever discovered that she wanted him to jerk her skirt
upward and slap her naked bottom.
    Whap.
Whap. Whap.  
    Then, he
stopped and she was left gasping, while feeling the stings of hard spanking
turning into a burn across her buttocks, and she realized with horror that she
was turned on. She could feel her arousal had dampened her panties. She
couldn't let Mr. Carlson find out!
    Shame
coated her as she felt Mr. Carlson's heavy breathing above her. "That
relieved so much tension," he declared. Tess tried to collect herself, as
she heard him saying, "Here, let me help you up. I cannot thank you
enough."
    She was
surprised to feel, right before her belly rolled off his lap, the distinct
impression of a hard-on in Mr. Carlson's gray suit pants. Too many other
feelings rolled that reality right past her as she tried to find her footing,
while wondering where to look or what to say. How should she act? Besides she
really wanted to rub her sore bottom, but she forced her hands away. She stood
on bare feet and looked toward the door and away from Mr. Carlson. The throb of
arousal was more acute standing and it was so contrary to the soreness of her
bottom.
    "Um,
so then," she stuttered, shifting her feet around as she tried to get her
high heels on. "I better get back to working on that Langston
report."
    "Yes,
and I'm going straight home now, Tess. You can cancel any appointments I have
left for today."
    Tess
darted a surprised glance at Mr. Carlson. He never went home in the middle of
the day. She couldn't look at him for more than a second, but his normal
studious gaze was bright and his jaw line was flushed red. Instantly she thought
about his earlier hardened condition and realized he could be hurrying home to
his wife. So they'd both gotten turned on by the spanking, yet she'd still be
embarrassed to let him know.
    "Of
course, Mr. Carlson, I will reschedule them." She looked down at her
Blackberry still not able to look up at him.
    "Here
take your money then, Tess. You've earned it."
    Tess saw
the money thrust beneath her downward turned gaze. She reached for it.
"Thank you, sir," she mumbled.
    Then he
was gone and she was left with a sore bottom that got even sorer when she sat
on tender buttocks at her desk, looking at the nine-hundred dollars in her
hand. What amazed her more was the arousal she felt that just wouldn’t go away.
In fact as scenes of the spanking kept replaying relentlessly in her thoughts,
she got even hornier, until she was literally squirming on her desk chair.
    Quickly,
she thrust the money into her leopard-print Valentino purse. Unable to stand it
any longer, she stood and