His Personal Assistant
"Over my lap, now." He growled seductively, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me towards him. I lay my stomach over his knees, and he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, whispering dirty things into my ear.
"You wore that tight shirt to show all of the men in our office your lovely cleavage, right? Well, they don't need to be seeing what's mine." He emphasized, pulling up my skirt and rubbing my bare cheeks, after he let go of my hair.
"Tell me, Jade. Were you trying to be a bad girl? He asked me, as he smacked each one of my cheeks once.
"N-no Sir." I stuttered, obviously lying.
"I don't tolerate liars, Jade. Count."