Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, spanking, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

She has been yearning for his attention, but she didn't expect this ...

Melanie has never been outgoing around her coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that she begins to regret her isolation in the work place. For weeks she silently hungers for his attention, until she is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Philip Reese has been painfully aware of her desire for his attention, and he intends to punish her for the inappropriate means she has employed to distract him from his professional duties.

When he had come to run the branch, everything that I had felt excluded from and deprived of seemed to become a thousand times more important. It almost didn't matter that he was young, brilliant, and handsome. It was more in the way he commanded a room. It was the way everyone perked up when he was around and wanted to do their best for him. He made everyone feel like they were a part of something - working towards a goal that mattered. And yet the more of a community the office became, the more excluded I felt. Once outside, I had never figured out how to get back in, no matter how desperately I wanted to.

"Mr. Reese?" I said through the cracked door.

"Melanie, come in, please."

I pushed the door open wider, slipped inside, and turned self-consciously to close it with my back to his desk.

It was only after I was seated and my short dress was smoothed and I had taken several quiet, controlled breaths that I found the courage to turn my eyes upward and look at him.

His gaze met mine and my stomach clenched a bit tighter. What was a man so handsome doing working here? I had only seen him on a handful of occasions since he had taken the job, and I still marveled at his perfect masculine features, his warm, confident face, and the smoothness and competence of his movements. His expression always seemed to rest in the realm of friendly optimism, as though the thought that something could go wrong had never crossed his mind. It seemed like bad news would be completely alien and repugnant to him, a damning reflection on whoever delivered it to him. More than anything, he was a man I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing, and here I was, in all likelihood about to disappoint him.

And yet, in spite of myself and my dread at what was coming, I found a shy smile coming to my lips as our eyes met. The contact lingered for a moment, and then before I could stop myself I had dropped my gaze to the desk and lost the courage to look up again. He held a folder negligently in a hand and he had been perusing it as I walked in.

"I appreciate you taking a moment to meet with me, Melanie. I've been doing this with all the reps I have working under me now. It's just a little get to know you, review your recent performance." He smiled encouragingly. "Nothing to be worried about."

"Happy to make myself available to you, sir," I said, blushing slightly.