I saw papers spread across his desk. “I didn’t mean to disturb you while you were working.”
“This room is never off limits to you. You are always welcome here, Mrs. Randolph.”
I flushed with pleasure at his words. He came closer and ran a finger down my cheek.
“In fact, you are particularly welcome right now.” He was so bold that he squeezed my breasts with both hands, and I gasped.
“Don’t be shy, Mrs. Randolph. I need you naked and ready to fuck.” Nathan said these shocking words in a casual, off-hand kind of way.
“Now? Here?” My words were a little breathless in my surprise.
I was almost in a panic. I wanted to make the house feel like home, but I was a little intimidated about stripping bare in the middle of all this majestic grandeur. I remembered the paintings of Nathan’s ancestors I had studied earlier. There were a couple of portraits in this room, too. I felt like the eyes of those long dead were watching me, and passing judgment on my actions.
“Yes. Definitely now. Definitely here.” He raised one arrogant eyebrow at me.
“Nate, I don’t think this is a good idea…” My voice trailed off.
Without warning, he snatched me up and carried me to the big chair behind his desk. He positioned me on my stomach over his lap. I knew what was coming, and I was scared and delighted all at once. He pulled my pants down to my ankles, taking my panties down at the same time. Bare and exposed, I squirmed.
Smack! Smack! SMACK! The blows came hard and in quick succession. If ghosts were watching, they were undoubtedly scandalized.
“Nate, please! I’m sorry!” I protested loudly. It hurt, but I had the urge to giggle, too.
“What did I tell you happened to bad girls? What happens in this library?” Nathan’s voice was stern, and his tone stopped my giggles.
“They get spanked, with their panties off.” I sounded like a little girl.
I squirmed to get free, but I think I liked being his bad girl. From virgin to pervert, in less than one day.