Table of Contents
The Secretary Disobeys Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
Naomi’s first week went by pretty smoothly. She could feel her performance getting better just by having to keep up with all the tasks that Rhys threw at her. The job was challenging and it kept her on her toes, but it was a great accomplishment at the end of the day when she had gotten everything done he’d thrown at her.
The question of discipline had never come up again, but it was still in the back of her mind and she couldn’t help but wonder if he would really do it if she didn’t do something she was assigned. By Friday, she really wanted to test the theory. So Monday morning, she decided to forget his coffee.
Just like every morning, Rhys was waiting by her desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes fell to her hands as she walked in and then moved to her eyes.
“Where’s my coffee?” he asked.
“Oh crap,” she said. “I’m sorry, I was in a hurry and forgot.”
“Maybe you should have left earlier.”
“I’ll remember that for next time. Sorry. I can run and get it now.”
“You can,” he said, pushing away from the desk. “And you will. But I believe we’ve discussed that I have no tolerance for screw ups, and I think we had an agreed plan on how to deal with them, didn’t we?”
Naomi’s body turned to ice and then to fire in an instant. “Yes, sir, we did.”
“Bend over your desk.”
Was this really happening? Naomi thought as she stepped forward and bent over, resting her elbows on her desk. Rhys’ hands were cold against her warm skin as they pushed her skirt up. The first crack of his hand against her rear made her gasp at how loud it echoed in the room.
“Are my rules really that difficult, Naomi?” he asked as his hand connected with her ass a second time. She bit her lower lip, inhaling.
“No, sir. Oh!” She gasped at the third one. The delicious sting that accompanied each loud clap sent a deep ache down between Naomi’s legs. She felt a bit self-conscious and wondered if Rhys could see how wet her panties were from the angle she was bent over.