Tomorrow she would sober up and take care of things. …And then whimper and cry and kick her feet helplessly in the air like a little girl as he administered nine more just like it, waiting just long enough between each blow to allow the pain to be fully appreciated. Susan had no idea why she found being spanked and punished so incredibly erotic. She’d served him breakfast like that, wearing nothing but the apron. Susan knew she should be making calls. Now she was doing it on purpose. Night, she thought. Alone in her office she would sometimes stand behind her chair and lean over it to reach her computer keyboard, relishing the feel of her skirt as it stretched across her by now nearly always tender behind. And sometimes if her duties took her off the base and she knew he wasn’t teaching a class she would show up at his office, toss her panties onto his desk and then lock the door behind her.
