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Her ass sticks out from my desk.
"Angela, didn't I tell you this had to be perfect?"
"Yes, Rose, bu-"
"No excuses."
The palm of my hand stings as it smacks against the bare flesh of her ass. Her skirt is around her waist, on display for me to please or punish. Perhaps both.
Several more swats echo against the walls of my office.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," she says, gasping and beginning to cry.
I'd feel bad except she brought this on herself, the silly error made clearly as a request to be spanked. God, I loved her.