The drink he brought me back when he went to get lunch. The way I stapled papers together. Tiny things like that.

At three, we both drove back to his condo to get things we had forgotten that morning. He insisted that I ride back with him. We fought for fifteen minutes about it until I finally gave up and rode with him.

By five fifty-five, I was ready to rip my hair out.

I had my stuff ready to go, and had walked past his office when...

"Brooklyn!" He barked.

I stopped, scowling.

I turned around and walked into his office. He was in there with another business partner, one only a couple of years older then him. A white guy, Daniel. He was cute, but to skinny for my liking.

He handed me a manilla folder of papers.

"Type this up."

Bye then, I'd had enough.

"Type up your own damn report," I snapped, tossing it back on his desk. The papers scattered all over his desk, and there was a look of disbelief on Daniels face, as well as Dendre's. But DeAndre's had a mix of embarrassment and...rage.

I turned around, my nose in the air slightly.

Mission accomplished.

I was about five feet out of his office when I heard him say to Daniel, "Will you clean this up? I'll be right back."

My heart thumped slightly, but I kept walking.

I was in the elevator when he caught me.

Alone.

"How...dare you embarrass me like that, Brooklyn?" He seethed, "You're going to pay for this."

I gulped, my "You can't tell me what to do." attitude diminishing by the second. I took a deep breath, to smart to say anything back.

He tossed me his keys.

"Get in my car, and wait . I'll be there in ten minutes. Do you understand me?"

I didn't say anything.

"I said do you understand me?"

I looked at the ground, "Yes."

I knew I was in trouble, I thought as I got into the passenger seat of his Cadillac. Huge trouble. I was scared, but at the same time there was a little bit of wetness in my panties.

But I wasn't turned on though...Was I?

DeAndre came ten minutes later, like he promised. I could tell he was fuming. He set the papers, which was still in scattered order, messy in the manilla folder, on my lap.

What was I supposed to do with this?

He didn't say anything, which was the key indicator that he was really really mad. I shifted in my seat, trying not to let off how nervous I was.

The drive home was short. He was going extra fast.

When we pulled into the parking lot of the condo building, I unbuckled my seat belt and attempted to open the door. But it didn't open.

When had he turned on the child safety lock?

He got out, walked around to my side and pulled the door open. He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of the car before I could get out myself.

I didn't dare protest.

The people in this condo complex were the mind-your-own-business type. So even if they did see us, they wouldn't do anything about it. The walls were sound proof, so nobody heard any of our sex.

No matter how loud.

The key turned, and he pushed me inside. I set the manilla folder on the counter and turned to him. He had his back to me, locking the door.

"My bedroom," He stated.

I hesitated.

"Now!"

I jumped slightly, but turned and ran into his big bedroom. I was wearing jeans and a tank-top, with a white, short sleeved button up blouse.

I stood by the window.

In a second, DeAndre was in the doorway.

Almost frantic, I looked around the room. The only escape was the doorway which my 6'3" boss was standing in.

"DeAndre..." My voice came out quieter, weaker then I expected.

"Shut up."

He stepped in and slammed the door behind him.

"Shirt," He nodded at me, "Off."

I didn't hesitate in pulling off my blouse and tank top. He set the chair with no arms so the back of it was up against the end of his bed.

He started pulling off his belt.

Sex?

So fast?

I smirked slightly, feeling the nervousness leave me immediately.

He smirked back.

He grabbed my wrist, sitting down on the chair and yanking me across his lap. The nervousness returned. He had never used a belt on me.

Then again, I'd never seen him this mad at me.

The first strike of the belt across my ass startled me. I yelped at the pain, but my reaction didn't seem to phase DeAndre. He brought the belt across my bottom again, and again. I squirmed, trying to get away from him. He had his left hand on my waist, holding me in position.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

One hand was on the ground, balanced. I brought my right hand behind me, trying to cover my whole ass to protect it from DeAndre's belt.

He grabbed my wrist, pinning it behind my back and continuing with my punishment.

"DeAndre..." I whined, "Please."

The next whack was harder.

"I did not give you permission to speak."

"DeAndre...I do not want this!" I said, suddenly angry, "I demand you stop! Now!"

I heard him laugh.

"You are in no position to demand anything, sweetheart."

His whacks got harder, and quicker. I was trying not to cry, squirming, trying to get away from his next strike. But no matter how much I moved, he continued to whoop me.

I wasn't sure how long it went on, but it seemed like forever.

I felt the welts on my ass, him hitting them and making them worse with each strike. I squirmed more.

Then...He stopped.

"Stand up," He ordered. I sniffled, happy it was over but in a Hell of a lot of pain.

He stood up, put the chair back in the corner and stacked two pillows on his side the of the bed. What was he doing now.

With out a word, he walked behind me. He unclasped my bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside. My C cup breasts bounced out freely.

I moved my hand to cover them up.

"No," DeAndre said, "Hands at your side."

I slowly did what he said.

He unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down. I stepped out of them when he nodded at me and those too, were discarded.

"Lay across the pillow, ass is in the air."

From behind sex? I could deal.

I did as I was instructed. But he didn't undress.

I dreaded what he was going to do next. My ass was already hot. I could only imagine it's color as red...

He stood beside his bed, running his hand slowly over my ass.

"I've been getting sick of your attitude, Brooklyn," He said. I didn't look up at him to know that he was smirking. I could tell by the sound of his voice.

"DeAndre-"

"Hush," He ordered, "I haven't given you permission to speak yet."

I didn't like his tone...Demeaning.

"I've been to easy on you," He continued, "From now, you will be more obedient. Failure to do so will get you a spanking. Not always quite so harsh...But defiantly one you'll feel. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said.

"From now on, you'll answer me "Yes Sir" at work and "Yes, Daddy" at home. Got it?"

I gulped.

"Yes, Daddy."

He raised his hand and brought it down on my already hurting ass. I cried out, not ready for it. He spanked me again, this time on my left cheek. At least he was letting me keep my panties on...

He seemed to know what I was thinking, though.

I felt his fingers play with the band of my black panties with pink lace, and he grabbed them. He tugged them down to my knees, then off all the way.

I wanted to whine, protest. But I didn't. My punishment would probably just get worse.

He started spanking again, right cheek to left cheek. Slow at first, getting quicker as he went on. I squirmed, whined, trying to get out of his range. Nothing was working.

He went on spanking like nothing that I was doing was phasing him.

I buried my face in my arms, crying now.

"No more..." I cried, "Stop!"

I covered my ass with both my hands, sitting up slightly, and he stopped.

"Lay back down, Brooklyn," He said calmly, "Or I'm going to get my handcuffs."

I just wanted to get it over with as soon as I could, so I laid back down. He started spanking again as soon as my hands were out of the way.

Left, right. Up, down.

He covered every inch of my ass with harsh smacks, and even a little bit on my upper thighs. I couldn't help but freely cry the whole time.

I cried, begged him to stop.

He only told me that I had brought this on myself. It was my fault, not his.

He spanked and spanked.

DeAndre stopped, caressing my ass.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes," I whined.

He spanked again, only once. But really hard.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He repeated. I remember what he'd told me.

"Yes, Daddy."

"You can get up."

I moved so I was a position on my knees on my bed, and turned to him, but naked, and wrapped his arms around his neck. I had no idea why I hugged him, but I did.

He wrapped his arms around my waist.

I found my self kissing his neck.

"Can we have sex now?" I asked.

"Not yet," He said, "There's one thing you have to do."

I started typing that report, but naked and freshly spanked.

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