Paula tastes more humiliation.

I gave you an order and you disobeyed me."

Standing up from behind his desk he ordered Paula to step forward. Sheepishly and timidly, she looked down at the floor as she slowly approached him, standing at the side of his desk.

"Please. I'm sorry. I'll do it today. Please. I'm sorry" was all she could say.

Mark glared at Paula. "If you don't wear what I told you, you'll wear nothing at all. Take off your bra and panties. NOW!"

Paula looked up at him, pleading "Please. Don't make me. Not again. Please don't do this. I love my husband. Please don't make me do this again."

Mark just snarled as he stared at her, saying nothing. The weight of the silence was unbearable for Paula and her will gradually began to crumble.

Slowly and without looking at him, she put the files down on his desk, bent forward, reached up under her skirt, and slid down her panties. She stepped out of them and handed them to Mark. She stood there, embarrassed, resentful, humiliated, yet aroused, and looked at him.

"And?" Mark sternly said as he held out his hand, her panties dangling from two fingers before her.

Paula lowered her gaze again and began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly her fingers worked as her chest and bra came into view. Paula slipped her blouse from her shoulders, put it on the chair in front of the desk, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts dropped slightly, relieved of the support from her brassier. The large round cups seemed to float, free from the weight of her breasts as she handed the garment over to him.

They both stood there for a moment until Mark said "What are you waiting for? I told you nothing at all. Take off your skirt."

He stared as Paula reached behind her waist, unhooked and unzipped her skirt. He watched as the material of her skirt caressed her legs as it lowered to the ground.

Paula squatted down in just her low heeled shoes, picked up her skirt and put it with her blouse on the chair. She stood there in Mark's office, completely naked for the first time in front of a man other than her husband.

Mark's eyes moved over her body and his cock began to swell. He leered at her, his eyes moving over her breasts, hips, legs and her shaved pussy. Paula's nipples stiffened even more, both from the air conditioning and from the embarrassment of her situation.

Mark walked around Paula as she lowered her head. She could feel his eyes moving over her body. And she could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning again deep inside her.

Mark said nothing as he walked over to the door and locked it. Paula suddenly realized that at any moment anyone could have walked into his office and seen her naked like this. The thought both alarmed and excited her, and the sensation in her vagina grew.

Mark slowly walked back toward his desk and behind Paula. "You really are a piece of ass" he said as his hand slowly moved up her leg to her buttocks. "Your husband has no idea how lucky he is to have such a slut for a wife." His words embarrassed her as she felt his hand squeeze her flesh, massaging, kneading the cheeks of her backside.

"But he should have taught you to listen better. You don't take orders very well, do you slut?" With that, his hand came down on her bare skin, "SLAP!" Paula inhaled sharply and cried out, startled by his spank. Mark watched as her ass jiggled from his smack.

"Put your hands on the desk and lean forward. Stick your big ass out for me slut."

Paula bent forward and saw her reflection in the glass of the picture frame on the opposite wall. She saw how her breasts hung there swaying, nipples hard, with her gold cross dangling in between them. She could see Mark behind her, his eyes riveted to her bottom.

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" She felt the sting of his hand as he spanked her bare bottom.

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" The stinging sensation followed by a rush of warmth. Her backside began to burn and the pain grew.

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" Mark watched as Paula's ass jiggled with each strike from his hand.

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