Well, no-one said to finish it, so I just left it on my hard drive Let's see if I can find it .... Ah!!

Turning around, he locked the door to his office. It was very quiet down there, below street level, and I suddenly realized that we were alone. I backed up a step or two, but soon felt the wall at my back.
“Put your bag down over there,” he ordered. When I had done that, he reached out for my arm, and pulled me over to his desk. “So, whatever I want, huh?” Pushing me forward, he said “Put your hands flat on the desk, and move your feet back, so you’re bending over.”
I hesitated for a moment or two, but I had agreed, so I did what he said. I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He came to stand beside me. Suddenly, his hand rose and fell quickly.
Startled by the suddeness, I drew in a quick gasp, but when I thought about it, it hadn’t really hurt much at all. Smiling to myself, I felt quite proud of realizing that it wouldn’t hurt much through the skirt I wore. This was much better than my parents knowing anything about it. A few more slaps, and I’d be free to enjoy my weekend. Maybe I’d even brag about it to Sylvie, my best friend.
The old guys hand rose and fell a couple more times, but I hardly noticed at all. I was busy thinking about what I’d tell Sylvie; about how we would laugh at this old guy.
Suddenly, I felt a breeze on my legs. “What - what?” I croaked out, knowing that he had pulled my skirt up.
“You can’t even feel it!” he growled. “That’s no punishment for stealing!”
I was getting a little nervous now; what was he going to do next? As his strong right hand came down on my panty-covered ass, I got my answer. “Oww!” I yelled.
“Oh, you can feel that? Good” His hand rose and fell 3 or 4 more times, then he dropped the hem of my skirt, and backed up a few steps.
I slowly straightened up, knowing that he still hadn’t really hurt me much. “Can I go now?” I asked sullenly, mad at the stupid old guy for hitting me like that.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
“What? You punished me, now I’m leaving.” I sounded braver than I felt.
“Not just yet, young lady. Or should I say young thief?”
“Don’t call me that!” This guy was making me mad.
“I’ll call you anything I want, thief. You’ll stay here until I’m sure you’ve been punished enough - till you’re sorry you ever tried to steal anything, and I know that you’ll never try it again!”
I stared at him, shock written all over my face. What the hell was he talking about? Just to be on the safe side, I backed away from him.
He moved pretty quick for an old guy in his 30’s. Reaching out, he pulled me up close to himself. I could feel the muscles in his arm, and suddenly, I was scared of him.
“You’re like all the other girls from your school that come in here. Think the world revolves around you, think you’re better than anyone else. Well, I’ve got a good mind to take you down a peg or two, make you realize you’re no better than anyone else.”
He pulled me over to the chair I had seen earlier. I struggled all the way, but he was too strong for me. As he sat down, he pulled me across his knee. “Nooo!” I screamed at him. “Don’t you dare.”
Ignoring my cries of outrage, he lifted my skirt out of the way, and landed 2 stinging slaps on my butt. I was so embarrassed to feel myself start to cry. I was an adult, I wasn’t going to cry about something like this.
As 2 more blows landed on my behind, I knew I was going to cry, I couldn’t stop it. I wriggled and struggled as much as I could, trying to get free. Finally, he grabbed my hands, and pulled them harshly behind me, where he also grabbed my skirt. A few slaps later, I could feel my skirt getting tangled in his slapping hand. Hauling me upright, he pulled my skirt down around my ankles, and sat back down with me across his lap again.
By now, I was crying so much I couldn’t fight him anymore. All I could do was lie there as he rained slaps down on me.
After a few moments, he stopped. I felt his hand run across my panty-clad butt. “You’re not even red,” he observed. “This obviously isn’t working.” Pushing my legs off of him, he pulled my panties down around my ankles too, before settling me over his lap again.
“Oh my God” I thought to myself. “I am so embarrassed. I will never be able to look anyone in the eyes again; they’ll see what happened to me.”
I renewed my struggles, but I could feel something else happening to me. I could feel a small tingle starting in my stomach; I couldn’t really identify it, but it was there. As he spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, I felt the tingle bloom, and move into my cunt. What the hell was happening here?
Although my friends and I always talked about sex as if we knew everything there was to know, in reality I hadn’t ever ‘done it’. The feeling was building up inside of me, and what the hell was that moisture? Don’t tell me I was gonna pee myself? That would be the worst humiliation I could imagine - being spanked like a 5 year old, and peeing myself as well.
Finally, he stopped spanking me, and just held me face down over his lap. I could feel his hardness under me, I knew he had an erection. All thought of that flew out of my head as I felt his hand moving over my ass. It was one thing when he had been spanking me, I was so sore I could ignore anything else,
But now, I knew he was looking at my naked butt. No one had seen any part of me naked in a very long time. The feel of his eyes on me was awful; I just wanted to sink through the floor. Suddenly, his fingers moved in between my thighs. I heard myself begging “No, no, no” as if from a great distance; I couldn’t believe this was happening!
“Shhh,” he calmed me. “I won’t hurt you.”
“You already have, you bastard!”
Whap! His hand swung down once more, with more force than any of the previous slaps. I cried out, and his hand went back to stroking my cheeks. Again his finger moved in between my thighs, this time reaching my pussy. A shudder went through my stomach with his touch; I couldn’t believe I would actually like this. As he moved his fingers inside me, I felt all my bones just melting, and I sagged across his lap. No wonder everyone said sex was so good!
He slid me partially off his lap, bringing my head closer to his. Sliding his fingers into my hair, he held me in place, whispering in my ear. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”
His fingers had pulled out of me with our change of position; all I could do was whimper, wanting the feeling back. I felt rather than saw him smile against my head. I tried to bring my body back into contact with his fingers, but he wouldn’t accommodate me. Why was he being so mean?
Forcing me down onto my knees in front of him, he whispered “Take off your shirt.”
I must have hesitated too long, because he pulled on my hair, causing me pain. He turned me so I was facing away from him, kneeling between his legs. Reaching down, he tangled his fingers into the curls between my legs. “Undo the buttons,” he demanded.
I couldn’t resist, I had to get that feeling back. I struggled to undo the buttons on my shirt, but my fingers wouldn’t work, especially with him sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy like that. The tingling in my stomach had grown in intensity all the time he had been fingering me, it was getting harder and harder to think, never mind make my fingers do what they were supposed to. I could feel my clit throbbing; was this normal? Was it only because his fingers were there? I felt so dirty, letting him do this to me. I knew I was not supposed to enjoy sex - I was a good Catholic girl - but the feeling was just so amazing, unlike anything I had ever felt before. At least kneeling this way, with my back to him, he couldn’t actually see anything.
He must have got tired of waiting, because he reached out to help me with the buttons. His left hand was still tangled in my hair, so he used his right hand to help with the buttons - the hand that until recently had been giving me so much pleasure down below. I could smell the overwhelming evidence of my arousal; did it always smell like that? God, everyone must be able to smell that!
He managed to get about half the buttons undone, then he just pulled at my shirt until the bottom 2 buttons just popped off. His hand reached out to grab my breast, even through the sensible bra I wore I could feel the heat of him. My breasts felt bigger, and heavier - why would they do that? Suddenly, my bra felt too tight, I’d never noticed that before. He rubbed his palm over my nipples. The fire shot through me, from my boobs down to my pussy. Oh, god!
His left hand released my hair, and moved to join the right hand on my breasts. He lifted the bottom edge of my bra, allowing my boobs to fall out of it. I wanted to run and hide, I was so embarrassed that I was letting this stranger do this to me. He crossed his arms in front of me, taking the nipple of my left breast in his right hand, and the right one in his left hand. When he started pulling and twisting them, I thought I would die. The pleasure was so great I could hardly stand it!
I felt small shudders run through me, I had no idea what they were, but they felt good. Just when I thought I would explode from the feelings, he let go of my breasts. This time I whimpered in frustration.