I’m not a racist! Make coffee, and I’ll be back in a bit Ok?”
“Ok” I croak timidly from under his desk like this is all perfectly normal. Xxnx Cunt? They have no idea I’m being spanked 20 feet away. I say nothing, gazing back with my lips parted. I stand, leaning against the desk between his open legs, facing him while I slip into and button my shirt. Any of them could walk in at any moment. “What’s your name?” he asks curiously, wrinkling up the paper his lunch came in and tossing it into the wastebasket. What do I want my master to call me?SMACK he spanks me again and SMACK again. His beautiful, expensive shoe is resting lightly on my hip. The one from my desk. she says kneeling obediently under her white master’s desk
Oh shut up brain.




















