A horny lass has a brush with a leprechaun.
"Marie?" he asked "You hit my car?" He stood tense and waiting for a reply.
"Could we go into your office?" I asked trying not to look at his simpering assistant. He suddenly realized we were standing in the reception area and moved out of the way motioning me into his office.
"Carl, get an estimate of damage immediately!" I heard him bark before slamming the door behind him.
He walked past me and to his desk and then turned and leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest. "What happened?" He asked
"I just...it's not a big dent or anything, and Ill pay for the damage." I stammered
"That's not what I asked you." He said staring at me.
"I pulled to far forward into the parking spot, I...my mind was wandering...and I'm sorry." I fidgeted worried for the first time being alone with him in his office.
"My insurance rate will go up if I report this." He said scowling at me.
"I could pay for it, I mean I...just tell me how you want to take care of it and Ill do it." I said my voice almost a whisper. He was so intimidating when he was angry.
"What were you thinking about when you hit it; you said your mind was wandering." He asked and watched as the color rose on my pale cheeks. He nodded his head slightly and moved to stand right in front of me. "Were you thinking about me?" He asked as he stroked his thumb achingly slow over my lips.
"Yes." I whispered all at once horrified that I had answered him.
"Let's go take a look at the damage shall we?" He said and once again I felt the pressure of his hand at the small of my back, and then just a little lower, to low to be politically correct, but I didn't want to point that out to him and besides it felt so good to have his warm hand touching me.
He knelt at the bumper of his car and ran his hand over the dent, the whole bumper would have to be replaced, and this was a very expensive car. I couldn't imagine how I was going to pay for it.
"You have been a naughty girl haven't you?" He said under his breath. I gasped and took a step back. He stood and crowded me against my own car. "Are you going to pay for it or shall I punish you as payment?" I pressed back against the car but there was no where to go.
"P...punish me?" I asked gasping as he pressed his hips against mine and I could be in no doubt as to what he meant.
"Is that what you want?' He asked his hands clamping firmly onto my waist. I nodded my head afraid and exhilarated all at once. "Say it." He demanded.
"I want you to punish me" I whispered trembling as his fingers dug into my skin.
"Prove it." He demanded. "Open your car door." He said stepping back as I hurried to comply. He stood in the open door and for a moment just stared at me. "Turn around Marie." I turned and felt him standing behind me. He leaned forward and whispered to me "Are you a naughty girl?" I whimpered.
"Yes," I heard myself say. It sounded like he groaned. I felt his hand on my back pushing me forward.
"Pull up your skirt Marie, show me how naughty you are." I froze for a moment wondering if anyone was watching but somehow I knew he wouldn't allow that. I slowly slid the skirt up until my lacey cream colored boy-panties showed. His hand pressed against me pushing me the rest of the way down onto the seat and then slowly he slid his fingers down and along the crack of my ass cheeks, and rubbed two fingers against the gusset of my panties. "Tell me Marie, tell me that you need to be punished." He said it softly but the demand was still in his voice.
"I...I need to be punished." I whispered my bottom twitching against his fingers.
"When I punish you, you will call me sir, do you understand?" He waited for my answer. Continuing to rub against my lace covered pussy.
"Yes sir." I gasped my thighs trembling; it was all I could do not to moan out loud.
"You will present yourself at my office after work where your punishment will begin, and it will continue until I say you are done do you understand?" His finger pressed harder this time pushing the lace into