Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath

Failure to follow the rules


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“Fucking hell, Jessica. You can’t wear that to the office. This is a place of professional business.” Jake paced in the hallway. He stopped and looked at her low-cut shirt and skirt so short if she bent over, everything would be exposed. And he didn’t have a hope that her underwear covered everything. His cock jumped a little at that though.

He grabbed her wrist. “Ow,” she protested.

He gave her a look and she clamped her lips together as he dragged her up the stairs. He shoved open the door to her room and pulled her inside. He let go of her and stalked to the door. The slamming of the door echoed through the room, he imagined the house, but it was his house so he didn’t give a fuck.

“Put your hands on the desk.”

She stared him, her mouth open a sliver, her chest heaving.

“Put your fucking hands on the desk, Jessica.”

She swallowed and put her hands on the desk. He opened her closet and flipped through the clothing. He checked over his shoulder. She was watching him, but there was a slight tremble in her legs.

He warned her what would happen if she disobeyed, but ever the spoiled brat, she pushed the limits to see what he would do. He would do what he should have done in the first place, punish her. Her mother was no longer there to indulge her.

He tossed a white blouse and the longest skirt he could find onto the bed. “I guess I’ll be footing the bill for your new wardrobe.” He crossed the room.

“I’ll change. I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t, but you will be. I promised you I would spank you if you disobeyed. Here we are, it’s day one, and you fucked it up already, Jessica.”

“I said I was sorry.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Oh little girl. You have so much to learn.” He pushed her upper body down toward the desk.

He gripped the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down. He ripped the skirt down to her knees. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.  He was right about the underwear. He wanted to trace the thin strap across her lower back with his finger, or his tongue.

With a stifled groan, he adjusted his pants. He would have to take a few minutes to calm down after this. His stepdaughter had grown into a woman, and just like her mother she had a body made for temptation and sin.

He slapped his hand against her ass, making a good crack sound. She whimpered. He smacked her again, and again. He watched as her skin blossomed into a beautiful blush shade. As if it were embarrassed by her actions.

She went from whimpering to crying out in protest. By ten she was sobbing.

Her stopped and put his hand on her lower back. He wanted to run his hand between her legs and see if her body had any positive reaction to him. But that would cross lines, she would work for him among other issues. He didn’t need to complicate things like that.

“Get dressed, we’re late for work.”

He went to the door and exited the room. He closed it behind him and took a moment to lean on the wall and calm himself.

“Sir, Mrs. Richards would like to speak with you.”

He would catch hell for spanking her little darling, but he wouldn’t let her run his life anymore. She divorced him, and that was that. She wasn’t control of his life anymore. He adjusted his tie and straightened his cuffs before he pushed open her door.


  1. Is there more to this? Because I want more.

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