I stopped instantly when I noticed Landon and Langston. They had their backs to me, so neither of them noticed I was there.
“That’s right, little one. It looks to me as though you’ve earned a punishment.”
Oh, shit.
“Strip,” Langston ordered. “Then I want you on your knees.”
I could see Luci moving, but I didn’t think she noticed me there. For whatever reason, I couldn’t seem to look away. My curiosity was getting the best of me. I wanted to know what it was like for her, how she reacted to her two Doms.
While she stripped out of her clothes, I stood there, debating on whether or not I should go. Only when I thought I heard footsteps coming from behind me did I figure out what to do.
Not wanting to get caught, I quickly pulled the door closed, then spun around to head back downstairs. With my eyes on the floor in front of me, I quickened my pace. That was the only reason I nearly plowed right into Mr. Parker, who was walking toward me.
“Miss Hayes,” he greeted with a smile. “Where’re you running off to?”
I shook my head and felt heat infuse my cheeks. “Nowhere.”
Damn it.
One blond eyebrow lifted and I could tell he was waiting for me to say something else.
“Is there a problem?”
“No,” I blurted.
“Why does it sound like you’re lying to me?”
Shit. I wasn’t technically lying, unless omission counted. Then again, as far as Mr. Parker was concerned, it probably did.
Knowing I wasn’t going to get out of this, I opted to save face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Parker. I…uh…”
“No need to apologize,” he stated as he motioned toward the hallway behind him. “We’ll just go downstairs and take care of that right now.”
“That?”
“Your punishment for lying.” His eyes were intensely focused on me. “I thought you’d learned your lesson.”
Yeah, me, too.
A different kind of heat blazed through me at the thought of him spanking me again.
“Ladies first,” he said.
Stepping in front of him, I waited for him to show me where to go. Mr. Parker did not disappoint, placing his hand at the small of my back and urging me toward the stairs. We descended to our floor, but rather than go to his office or mine, we turned and went down the hallway behind the stairs. I hadn’t been to that part of the office yet.
Mr. Parker opened a door that was offset in the wall, practically hidden from view. When we stepped inside, he flipped on the lights. It appeared to be another conference room. This one had blinds, which were closed. There were five chairs all positioned around a low table. To my left was a coffee station.
“Now, do you care to tell me what you were doing upstairs?”
My eyes slowly slid up to Mr. Parker’s face. He was watching me intently. I weighed my options.
I was already going to get fifteen licks for lying to him. If I did it again, that would make fifteen more. Based on the last time, I knew I couldn’t endure that many. Plus, the thought of consciously lying to him—not a mere blunder on my part—didn’t sit well with me.
Then again, neither did telling him what I’d witnessed or that I’d wanted to stay and watch.
“Do share,” he encouraged, taking my hand and leading me toward the chairs.
“I…uh…” I exhaled slowly. “I was looking for Luci so I could tell her about going to the hotel bar. I…uh… I kinda saw her go into the conference room. Landon and Langston were in there. She was…getting punished.”
“So, what? You decided to spy on her?”
“Not necessarily spying,” I clarified.
“You’ve already admitted to being a voyeur.”
I nodded because it was true. I felt slightly ashamed of my actions, but only because Luci was my co-worker.
“Well, once we get this taken care of, maybe you’ll have a chance to check it out.”
Holy crap. Was he suggesting I watch?
Mr. Parker pulled the closest chair toward him, turned it around, then eased down into it.
“Do you need instructions?” he asked.
I glanced down at his lap, then up at his face.
If I told him I didn’t want this, I knew he would let me walk out of that room and he wouldn’t give it a second thought. On the other hand, he probably wouldn’t engage with me again and that bothered me more than anything.
It wasn’t that I was afraid of the spanking. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was afraid I was going to get addicted to this and then where would that leave me?
“Five seconds,” he said, his tone harder than before.
Swallowing hard, I lifted my skirt, pushed my panties down to my ankles, then assumed the position across his lap.
His warm hand caressed my ass.
“You do have a very sweet little ass,” he said softly, almost as though he was merely thinking aloud.
