Saucy Sketch Monday #165 (Patreon)

Whap! Her hand struck, and he blinked tears out of his eyes at the stinging pain. He barely had a moment to refill his lungs with air before--whap! Back down came the flat of her hand on his ass, swift and mean as a snake. She was adept at this task, able to pace her strokes to maximize his discomfort and humiliation.

He still had another couple hours on his shift. In fifteen minutes, he'd drag his jeans back on and play it off in the front like nothing had happened. In fifteen minutes, she'd take her normal position in the corner of the room and watch him with those lynx eyes of hers, and he'd feel the throbbing heat all the way down to his groin.

If he was lucky and she was feeling charitable, he'd make it to the end of his shift without incident and then they'd fuck it out in the back room...only to repeat their little game all over again the next day.