Over Her Knee: The Humiliating Punishment He Wasn’t Supposed to Enjoy (Femdom, Discipline, Spanking)

Jason's young and beautiful boss Joanna Roth has always taken a special interest in him, ever since he first came to work for her at the age of sixteen. After Jason loses the order form of a very important client, she punishes him as she often has before: with a sound spanking. But on this occasion, he settles onto Joanna's lap to take the punishment under her strict hands only to find his long-secret feelings for her pushed out into the open by the unmistakable throes of orgasm. When questioned, Jason is forced to admit that he has always been hopelessly aroused by the discipline his boss administers. Now that all feelings are out in the open, will this day prove a nightmare or fulfill the fantasy Jason has never allowed himself to admit he wants?

Excerpt:

"Stand up, Jason," she said quietly.

Shakily, and with her help, I lifted myself off her legs and started to stand. I wobbled for a moment, and then found my balance, and she took her steadying hands away.

I knew it was too late to conceal what had happened, so I did not try. My slowly softening cock stuck out in front of me as I stood upright. My eyes stayed locked on the ground. I couldn't bear to look at her.

"That's never happened before," she said, her tone deceptively mild.

My cheeks burned hotter but I could not think of anything to say.

"Would you care to explain it?"

My eyes locked on the floor and my face growing redder still, I shook my head.

"I thought I was joking when I said you enjoyed being disciplined," she said. "But it's true, isn't it?"

I bit my lip, trying to tell myself this was all a bad dream and what had just happened had not actually happened.

"All this time I thought I was punishing you when you got out of line, but you've been enjoying it. Answer me."

I drew in a shuddering breath and managed to look at her shoes. "Yes, ma'am," I said. I physically recoiled as the word "ma'am" emerged from my mouth again. "I'm sorry," I blurted, close to tears. "I never – I mean, it's just – I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I don't try to make you angry with me or anything. It's just the way it affects me. The way being around you – " I clamped a hand over my mouth, horrified that I had said too much.

Even without glancing up, I could feel the way she was looking at me. I stared at the floor and tried to ignore the still prominent form of my cock as it shrank, embarrassingly slowly, in my soiled underwear. Another hot wave of humiliation rose in me at the sight of myself and unwedged my underwear and pulled up my pants.

"Perhaps this explains a few things," she said. "Maybe I should not be so surprised. Maybe it's my fault that I did not see it before."

I dared a shy glance up at her to see how mad she looked. To my relief, her expression was thoughtful, devoid than the disgust or betrayal I had dreaded seeing there.

"Well clearly, Jason, the arrangement we have been operating under cannot continue, can it? You've given me a lot to think about."

Nervously, I straightened my pants again, feeling the squelch of the come still in my underwear. If only she would say something definite, something to indicate how she felt about this. I could not deny that a small part of me imagined her being maybe a little intrigued. But that was just a childish fantasy, too much to hope for.

"You'll need to go home to change, and I think it would be best if you took the afternoon off," she said after a moment. "But it's clear we need to talk about this - when there isn't work to be done. Come by my apartment, would you, after I've locked up for the night."

I bobbed and nodded. "Yes, m-" I shook my head, as though to clear it, and began to move towards the door.

"And Jason?" she said.

"Yes?"

"You haven't lost any more orders you might want to tell me about, have you?"

I shook my head, even my ears burning at this final jab, and left the room.