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  “Y-yes, Sir. I…I suppose I do. Oh!” she gasped as he took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed tightly.

  “And what do you think that punishment should be?” Grant mused softly, speaking in a low voice in her ear. He could feel her lush form trembling against his own, much larger body, could hear the breathless need in her voice. God, he wanted to slip the crotch of her panties aside and take her right here and now. But he couldn’t…he needed to take this slowly. And besides, he wanted to savor Holly’s first surrender to him. Her first, because if he had his way, there would be many, many scenarios like this to play out in the months and years to come.

  “I…I don’t know what my p-punishment should be,” Holly moaned as he tugged on her tight little peaks. God, her breasts were so lush and full! He could spend hours just teasing them but Grant needed to move on to other things.

  “I’ll show you then—shall I?”

  With one arm, Grand swept the paperwork off the desk and felt a tingle of satisfaction. How long had he fantasized about doing this? Pushing everything to one side and focusing his complete attention on his lovely little assistant? And tonight that fantasy was coming true.

  He positioned Holly so she was standing right in front of the broad, wooden desk and put a hand on the back of her neck.

  “Bend over the desk,” he growled softly in her ear. “Do it, Holly. And then spread your legs. Spread them as wide as you can. Do you understand?”

  She whimpered softly so he repeated the question.

  “I said—do you understand?”

  “Y-yes,” she whispered. “I…I understand. But what are you going to do to me?”

  “I told you,” Grant murmured in her ear. “I’m going to punish you.”

  With Holly bending over the desk, her hands and cheek pressed to its shiny surface, he was free to at last admire that full, heart-shaped ass that had been the star of so many of his own fantasies for the last few years. He loved her hips too—so soft and curvy, so perfect to hold on to. But first he wanted to get his hands on that ass.

  Lightly, he ran a hand down her back, from the vulnerable nape of her neck all the way to the rounded tops of her buttocks.

  Holly gasped and her hands clenched into fists but she didn’t move. Good. Grant smiled to himself. Then he leaned over her again and breathed in her ear,

  “I thought I told you to spread your legs.”

  “I…what?” She turned her head, looking at him as though she couldn’t quite believe it.

  “You heard me. Spread your legs, Holly.” Grant made his words come out deep and stern again—not difficult since it was almost always the usual pitch of his voice. But tonight he was being even more deliberate with his wording and tone.

  Holly moaned but seemed reluctant to follow orders.

  “All right, then,” Grant told her, taking a firm grip on her full hips. “I’ll spread them for you.”

  With that, he kicked her ankles apart, forcing her to spread wide so that she was neatly displayed on the desk with her ass high in the air.

  “Oh!” Holly gasped but made no move to try and stop him. She just lay there quivering and spread for him.

  Grant felt a surge of possessiveness rush through him at the sight of her sweet submission. Mine, a voice growled in his head and he knew it was true. Holly belonged to him—he just had to claim her.

  But he didn’t want to rush things.

  “Good girl,” he murmured. “Such a good girl to spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Look at this lush ass of yours,” Cupping the curve of her cheeks, he ran one hand all over the sleek, shiny, mint green satin that was stretched tight across her generous globes. “I’ve always wanted to get my hands on your sweet ass,” he informed Holly, as he stroked her, letting his fingertips stray dangerously close to the soft cleft of her pussy.

  “You…you have?” She glanced back over her shoulder, disbelief clear in her big eyes.

  “Always,” Grant assured her. “You wear those boxy skirts all day and the only time I really get a good look at it is when you drop something and have to bend over and pick it up. And every time I see it I just want to pull you over my knee.”

  “You do?” Holly looked back at him, her eyes wider and wider. Maybe he was straying too far from the script. He didn’t want her to get so nervous she stopped the fantasy.

  Grant decided to give her what she wanted.

  “Yes,” he growled. “I want to pull you over my knee and spank that lush bottom of yours to punish me for cock-teasing me, Holly. For making it so damn hard to concentrate on work because all I can think of is taking you.” He stopped stroking her bottom abruptly and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her mint green panties. Then he yanked them down. “Which is why I’m going to spank you right now.”

  * * * * *

  Holly moaned softly as the android Grant pulled down her panties, baring her ass completely. Oh God, it was finally happening—she was finally going to get a punishment from her stern and sexy boss! Who cared if he was just an android—this was what she’d been wanting for years. And now she was finally going to get it!

  For a while there, she’d been uncertain about what was going on. The android had appeared to go off script, first making her strip down to her bra and panties and then saying all kinds of things Holly hadn’t written. She’d almost stopped the fantasy several times because she thought something might be wrong. But the android Grant was making her feel incredible and doing all the right things—even if they weren’t the things she’d specified. Holly had been too into the scene to stop it and now she was glad she hadn’t—she was finally going to get her spanking.

  She waited for the first blow to fall but her android boss didn’t spank her—instead he leaned over her, pressing his cheek to hers, letting her feel the rough scratch of his business suit against her bare skin.

  “Now Holly, shall we do a little experiment?” he breathed in her ear, making her squirm. “Shall we see how this spanking is going to affect you?”

  “What?” Holly turned her eyes up to his. “What do you mean? How?”

  “I mean I want to see how wet your pussy gets when I spank you." He straightened up and then reached one large hand between the edge of the desk and her abdomen. Holly sucked in a breath as she felt his fingers slip down to cup her between her legs.

  “Oh!” she moaned as she felt her pussy settle into his large, warm hand. “Oh, please…” They were going off script again and she didn’t know if she ought to stop the scene or not. But it felt so good—too good to stop. She moaned again as two long fingers parted her swollen outer pussy lips and slipped into her inner folds, bracketing her sensitive little clit.

  “Miss Sparks, your pussy is already quite wet,” Grant murmured, his voice convincingly hoarse as he spoke. “Is that from the attention I paid to your sweet breasts and nipples earlier or because you’re anticipating your punishment?”

  “I…I don’t know,” Holly stuttered. “I don’t…what makes you think punishment makes me…makes me…”

  “Wet?” he finished for her in a soft voice. “What makes me think that punishment makes your sweet little cunt all hot and creamy for me? Maybe the way you feel against my fingers.” He rubbed gently, massaging her clit.

  Holly moaned and writhed helplessly against his invading fingers. Oh God, that felt so good. It was too bad this wasn’t the real Grant—although she knew she would die from humiliation if it was. Of course, there was no way her real boss would manhandle her body like he owned her or speak such filthy language as he touched her but the fantasy she and the android were playing out was amazing even if it wasn’t real.

  “Let’s put it to a test, shall we?” Grant purred in her ear. “I’m going to keep my fingers right here, in your plump little pussy while I spank you with my other hand, Holly. Let’s see if getting punished makes you wetter.”

  “I…I…” Holly didn’t know what to say. She had never writte