You hated these parties. But you also loved them.

Hated because they were so boring. Loved because you enjoyed being shown off, and you always found a way to get him riled up. Tonight wasn’t any different, really.

He knew something was up. Even if he didn’t know exactly what you were up to, you could tell from the looks he kept shooting your way that he was suspicious. He was also caught up in conversations with other guests at the event he’d dragged you to, so he couldn’t exactly come over and interrogate you.

For your part, you were trapped in a conversation with some young intern who had latched onto you as the closest thing to a peer he could find. You tried to pay attention to whatever this young boy was yammering on about, but your attention kept drifting across the room to the man that brought you here, hoping he’d come rescue you and perhaps the two of you could sneak off…

“Are you ok?”

Your thoughts are interrupted by the intern. You look at him again, and while close in age to you, he feels like a baby. He blusters and pretends to be a big deal, but you prefer the more subtle power your man exudes.

“I’m fine. Just not feeling well. Excuse me for a moment?”

The intern nods and smiles weakly, not really sure what to make of this turn of events. Did he think he was doing well? Always talking about himself?

You edge away and turn the corner, heading down a hallway. You find the door you’re looking for and slip inside. Once the door closes behind you, the silence is almost deafening. All the noise from the party outside is instantly quashed. You take a moment to relish that silence.

The desk in front of you is familiar. Your hand runs along the edge as you circle it and slide into the chair. The bulk of it along with the soft leather swallows you up and you nuzzle into it and sniff, catching his scent. You curl your legs up onto the seat and press your head into the back and close your eyes.

The burst of sound wakes you and your heart races for a moment. You hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep. The room is still dark, and you hear a click as the door is locked.

You see his shape in the dimly lite room as he makes his way over to the chair you’ve snuggled into.

“You snuck away. You’re supposed to be out there entertaining the guests.”

“I’m sorry” your words are distorted by a yawn.

“And I saw that look earlier. You’ve been up to something…”

“Maybe.”

A lamp on the desk snaps on, and you blink in the suddenly harsh light.

You hear his breath catch, and you know he just spotted what you’d placed in the center of his desk before the party even began. Your eyes focus, and you see he has picked up the black bloomers that you’d begged him to buy you to complete tonights outfit, and that you’d been going without all night.

You watch as he lifts them to his face and sniffs. His eyes track back to yours as he drops them back on the writing mat, and he reaches for you.

He lifts you up easily with an arm under your knees and the other supporting your neck. This isn’t what you expected having been so naughty, but you’re excited to see where this goes.

He spins the two of you around, and then settles into the chair himself, with you cuddled into his lap. He reaches behind you and retrieved the bloomers, placing them on his thigh. Then he gently rearranges you so that your legs straddle that same thigh, placing your now moistening slit right in the middle of the black fabric.

His hold on your body loosens, and you feel his hands slide up your thighs and under your poofy skirt. He grips your ass, one hand on each cheek completely enveloping your behind and be begins to move your hips.

You sigh happily, feeling the fabric rubbing across your increasingly excited cunt. He knows exactly how to move your body to maximize your pleasure, tilting you are just the right angles.

You reach your arms forward to support yourself against him, one hand falling to his lap and you can feel how excited he is, too. Your small hand grips his hardness through the nice trousers he is wearing. He groans in response, and you relish the power you have over his much larger body.

After just a few moments your concentration is pulled to the sensation between your legs.

“You know that what you did was very bad, don’t you?”

You can only nod a little, not trusting yourself to speak in this state.

“I could have brought someone in here to speak privately, and they would have seen what you did.”

You can’t help but smile a little thinking of that. He knows you’re getting close, and is adjusting his pace to urge you along.

“You were told in very clear terms to behave tonight.”

You gasp as he starts pressing you down on his thigh even harder now.

“You’ll have to be punished, you realize.”

You nod again, enthusiastically, and begin to gasp as you feel the anticipated wave of pleasure just over the horizon.

And suddenly you are lifted up. You mew in protest and your hips twitch and gyrate, seeking out anything to rub against.

Your eyes look into his, begging for release. His stern eyes look back into yours, and you realize in that moment what your punishment is going to be.

He stands you up, and you have trouble balancing on your wobbly legs. He sits you on the edge of the desk and pulls the soaked bloomers from his lap and slides them on you.

Once again fully dressed, you watch him stand and check his own composure. Satisfied, he turns and takes your hand. The two of you walk to the office door.

“Now, behave yourself and just maybe I’ll let you finish later.”

The door opens, and the young intern is just passing by as you respond.

“Yes, daddy.”

He leads you out and back to the party, the intern staring at you with his mouth open.