It’s hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will… just for all the wrong reasons!
Sounds like a story of cheeky spanking fun, right? Check out the excerpt below…
“Not so fast, little girl!”
I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.
“Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.
My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”
“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”
“But… but I already had corner time.”
Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.
I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.
I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”
He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”
I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.
“What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.
“I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.
I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.
“Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.
Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.
“You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”
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