His praise lifted my heart as much as a caress would have done. He was talking to me like he loved me, which seemed impossible considering. Impossible or not, it gave me hope.
The next stroke landed across my sit spot and I couldn’t contain the yelp that emerged from my open mouth. “Ow!” I exclaimed, leaping to my feet, my hands shooting toward my injured bottom.
I whirled to face him, eyes wide when I realized what I had done. “Brandon, please, no. I’m sorry, it was an accident.”
“I know that, sweetheart.”
Had he just—did he say—?
“Bend back over the desk. You’ll have to take these last three without your panties.”
I was crying anew as I resumed my position over the desk. As wonderful as it felt to be touched by him, I wished with every fiber in my being that it was for a different reason.