Chapter 14

FRIDAY - Part 2

After lunch, Jake went to Rachel’s office. He approached her open door and tapped lightly out of courtesy before entering. Rachel sat at her desk, staring intently at her computer screen. Hearing the tap and seeing it was Jake, a curious expression flickered across her face. “Oh, hey Jake,” she greeted meekly.

Jake closed the door behind him. “Is everything alright?” he asked, noticing the odd look on her face.

Without answering, Rachel rose from her desk and walked over to her sofa. Jake followed and sat beside her.

Jake couldn’t quite decipher the emotion behind Rachel’s gaze. Was it shame? Shyness? Rachel meekly spoke, “Jake, it was wrong of me to schedule that lunch date with you yesterday and then not show up.” She looked down at her hands, then lifted her eyes to meet his, batting her lashes with a look of contrition.

“It’s okay,” Jake reassured her. “The girls told me you had a meeting with Margaret. No big deal.”

Rachel let out a soft sigh. “No, you don’t understand,” she said sheepishly. “It wasn’t right for me to do that.” Once again looking up at him with a cowed expression.

Jake furrowed his brow in confusion and tried to comfort her. “Don’t think anything about it, Rachel. Work comes first; I understand.”

Rachel rolled her eyes and huffed in frustration. “Jesus, Jake. Not too bright, are ya?” An impish smile played at the corners of her mouth as she slowly spoke, “I was a VERY bad girl.”

For a moment, Jake was stunned, then a sly smile spread across his face as the realization dawned. “Yes, Rachel. You were very, very naughty. And naughty girls deserve to be punished,” he replied, his voice taking on a tone of authority.

“Oh no, Jake. I’m sorry. It will never happen again, I promise,” Rachel pleaded, excitement flashing in her eyes.

“Over my knee, little lady,” Jake commanded.

Rachel bit her lip, a mix of anticipation and feigned reluctance on her face as she slowly draped herself across Jake’s lap. Jake ran his hand over the curve of her bare bottom, feeling her shiver slightly at his touch.

He continued to caress her ass as he spoke, “Now, Rachel, you know what happens to naughty girls who don’t keep their commitments, don’t you?”

Rachel squirmed slightly on his lap. “Y-yes, sir. They get spanked,” she replied, her voice breathy with desire.

“That’s right,” Jake said firmly. He raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp smack on her right cheek. Rachel gasped, her body tensing at the impact.

Jake alternated between cheeks, each spank leaving a pink handprint on Rachel’s pale skin. She whimpered and moaned with each strike, her hips grinding subtly against his thighs. Jake was becoming aroused, the head of his hardening cock rubbing against Rachel’s abdomen.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” Jake asked, pausing the spanking to rub her reddening bottom.

“Yes, sir,” Rachel panted. “I’ll be so good, I promise.”

Jake smiled, pleased with her response. “I think you need a few more swats to really drive the lesson home,” he said, resuming the spanking with increased intensity.

Rachel cried out, her fingers clawing at the sofa cushions as Jake’s hand came down again and again. The sting of each spank sent waves of heat through her body, her pussy tingling with every strike.

After a particularly hard smack, Rachel moaned loudly, her body shuddering. He gently rubbed her crimson bottom with one hand as his other slipped between her thighs, finding her pussy slick with arousal. He slowly traced her wet folds, eliciting a soft moan.

“What is this?” Jake mocked, “It seems like someone enjoyed their punishment.”

Rachel whimpered as Jake’s fingers teased her entrance. “Please,” she begged softly.

Jake smiled, enjoying the power he held over her, precum leaking from the tip of his cock and smearing all over Rachel’s skin. He slowly pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around them. Rachel gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.

As Jake began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her cunt, Rachel writhed on his lap, her still-stinging ass trembling with his touch.

“Oh god, Jake,” Rachel moaned, her breathing becoming more ragged. “Please make me cum.”

Jake increased the pace of his finger-fucking, curling them inside her with each plunge. The pad of his thumb found her clit, pulsing against it in rhythm with his fingers. Rachel’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached her climax.

“Naughty girls don’t get to cum,” Jake stated as he withdrew his fingers. “At least not until they’re told to.”

Rachel screamed out, “Fuck!” Whimpering, she begged, “I need to cum. Please, Jake, please. I’ll do anything, please.”

Jake smirked, enjoying the desperation in her voice. He gave her ass another firm smack, causing her to yelp. “Anything, you say? That’s quite an offer. Why don’t you start by getting on your knees and showing me how sorry you really are?”

Rachel eagerly slid off Jake’s lap and onto the floor between his legs, her eyes widening with desire as she stared at his erection. Without hesitation, she leaned forward to lick a stripe up the underside of Jake’s shaft before taking his cock into her mouth. She moaned around his member, her tongue swirling around the head, savoring the taste of his precum, before she began to bob up and down. Jake groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she sucked him eagerly.