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He raised his eyebrows the moment I said
that and I instantly realized how it sounded when it came out of my
mouth.

“
I mean, with your boys
and all…taking care of those growing boys as they become
men.”

“
I see. And anything else
you want to tell me that you believe would make you a good fit for
the position?”

During the course of the interview, I had
become increasingly attracted to his formal manner of interviewing
me. It was obvious that he had difficulty opening up to a woman in
a personal relationship and that he had chosen to maintain control
of the situation by keeping everything very professional. He seemed
to be interested in me but I felt like I just needed to do
something more in order to really get his attention.

“
Yes, there is. I
understand I would be initially hired as your employee, but can I
ask you a personal question?”

“
Of course. Ask me
anything you would like.”

I glanced around the room for a moment as I
tried to figure out how to put my deviant thoughts into words. At
first, I thought that maybe I should try to conceal my naughty
nature, seeing how this was the very first time we had met. There
was something inside me, though, that just urged me to put myself
out there to him in full display so he would know the kind of woman
I really am. I decided I should just be very direct.

“
Well, Mr. Norton. I have
to be honest. I find you very attractive. Does your company have
any rules against sexual harassment in the workplace?”

He tried to suppress the broad smile
spreading across his face in reaction to my remark as he shifted in
his seat. He was visibly uncomfortable at my forwardness.

“
Well, I guess that
depends,” he remarked.

“
On what?” I asked with a
sly smile on my face.

He reached down to take his silver fountain
pen in his hand and began to play with it, slipping it in between
each of his fingers.

“
It depends on how good
you are at sexually harassing me,” he quipped with a deviant
smirk.

I straightened myself in my chair so my back
was perfectly arched before him. I uncrossed my legs and then
re-crossed them toward the other side.

“
I think I am very good at
it,” I told him.

He looked back at me as this flirtatious
tit-for-tat started to become much more interesting. I could tell
that he was either trying to think of something witty or
provocative to say but I didn’t at all expect him to say what he
did.

“
Show me.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Show you? Now?
Here?” I asked him gesturing with my hand.

“
Now. Here,” he replied
sternly.

I cleared my throat and searched for a
response to this but I knew I couldn’t possibly back down now. So I
uncrossed my legs, stood up and walked over to the door. I turned
the metal lock on it to make sure no one would walk in, and then
turned toward him. Without taking my eyes off of his, I slowly
strutted across the room and then around his desk to where he sat.
I stood there above him for a few seconds before I bent down and
whispered in his ear.

“
Mr. Norton, may I ask
what your housewife should do when you make her terribly horny? Are
there any chores you would like me to do at this moment?” I ran my
hand across the top of his leg and I could quickly tell that I had
made an impression on him. I remained bent over with my mouth just
next to his ear. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this and I
hoped he wouldn’t think I was a total slut for doing it at our very
first meeting. I figured, though, that he might as well know me
from the very beginning. I had hid my outrageously sexual nature
from too many boyfriends before and it had gotten me
nowhere.

I let the edge of my lips glide across his
ear for a moment and let him hear the sound of my breath deepen as
I inhaled and exhaled slowly. I slowly slid my hand across his
thigh and grasped him firmly between his legs. My breath grew even
heavier as his cock turned hard in the palm of my hand. I wrapped
the tips of my fingers all the way around his prick and balls and
squeezed a little harder. He couldn’t help but smile. I whispered
in his ear again.

“
Mr. Norton, what happens
when I’m a naughty housewife?”

His smile broadened again and I could tell
he was really getting into it.

“
I hope you don’t think
I’m always like this, Mr. Norton. I’m just a little mischievous
behind closed doors. I normally have very high morals,” I told
him.

I decided it might be best not to go too far
so I removed my hand from between his legs, stood up straight and
returned to my chair to sit down. There was an awkward moment of
silence as he just shook his head slowly and laughed at what I had
just done in the middle of the interview.

Yet, before I could say anything else, he
stood up and walked around the desk to where I sat.

“
Stand up,” he ordered
me.

I looked up at him. “Why?”

“
I have an answer to your
question,” he responded sternly.

“
My question?”

“
You asked me what happens
when you are a naughty housewife. I’m going to show you.” He said
it very seriously and now I was a bit afraid that I really had
crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed. But what was I going to do
now? I stood up and faced him, nervously staring up at his
expressionless face.

“
Turn around, bend over
and put your hands on my desk,” he ordered me.

I turned to look at his desk and then
quickly back at him. I couldn’t believe he had just asked me to
bend over his desk. The insinuation of what he planned to do wasn’t
difficult to figure out.

“
Right now, Natalie,” he
told me again.

A rush of exhilarating fear flooded through
me and my palms became moist in nervousness, but the moment was
undeniably charged with pure eroticism. I had no idea where this
was headed but I was rapidly losing my grasp of reason and simply
enjoying the spontaneity of the situation. I did as he asked,
turning around and bending over his desk. I placed my hands on the
edge of his large oak desk so my butt was protruding toward him. I
looked back at him to see what he was going to do next.

“
Head forward,” he said
simply without raising his voice. I turned my head back around as
he began to speak.

“
Let’s get things clear
right now, Natalie. I am a highly respected member of this
community and in the world of business and politics. I cannot
afford to have a wife who in any way compromises my integrity. Is
that understood?”

“
Yes,” I told
him.

Suddenly I felt his hands grasp the edge of
my dress and lift it up. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t
believe he was doing what he was doing. He tossed the bottom of the
dress over my back and I could feel my bare butt exposed. I jerked
my head around ever so slightly to him and then looked forward
again. My thoughts were racing but I wasn’t sure how to react. I
should have been outraged that he had just pulled up my dress, or
at least protested, but I was on the edge of a kinky sort of
dramatic anticipation. I clinched the edge of his desk with my
fingers, wondering what was going to happen next.

“
In this house and outside
of this house, you need to act like a proper woman who carries
herself with respect. I am not going to have you parading around
here like a naughty girl day in and day out.” As he lectured me I
could feel him pacing back and forth behind me.

“
I apologize,” I told him.
“I just thought you might be the kind of man who likes a kinky wife
now and then.”

“
Oh, did you?” he
responded. “Well, we'll see how you feel about that after I give
you a nice hard spanking. Now spread your legs and arch your
back.”

“
Oh my God,” I exclaimed
in a mixed state of shock. I was so turned on, but I hesitated for
a moment as if I was truly in disbelief that he was ordering me to
prepare to get spanked. I cautiously spread my legs and arched my
back. I glanced back at him and then looked forward once
again.

He casually placed his hand on the edge of
my ass, letting it glide across my right cheek before he lifted it
off and brought it back down with a hard smack across the meaty
part of my butt. The sound radiated through the room as the sting
radiated through my body. I’m not sure if I was more fearful of his
sons hearing me getting my bare ass slapped or the expectation of
pain from the spanking.

“
Now, you better listen to
me. If you want to come into this household, you better seriously
re-examine your principles and ask yourself what kind of wife you
would like to be.”

He brought his bare hand across my ass twice
more.

“
Is that
understood?”

“
Yes,” I told him
immediately in a gasping voice.

“
What was that response?”
he asked me.

“
Yes, Mr. Norton,” I
responded.

His insistence on formality was
intoxicating.

“
Now do you think that I
want a wife who spreads her legs for her husband at the drop of a
hat?”

“
No, I’m sorry, Mr.
Norton,” I said to him.

He smacked me on my butt twice more on each
side, and then pulled up my underwear snuggly between my cheeks as
if to add to the feeling of being under his authority.

“
Now let me ask you this
and make sure you respond honestly.”

“
Okay,” I said
quickly.

“
Do you think I want a
horny little housewife?”

“
No, Mr. Norton,” I
immediately responded. He smacked my bare butt a few times more. I
could definitely feel the pain of the sting but I couldn’t help but
be turned on by it as well. I was just so fearful that his sons
could hear the sounds outside the door. The volume of the TV was
turned up and I’m sure that the noise was drowning out the sounds
of my butt getting spanked, but I felt so self-conscious with the
thought that they might hear something anyway. He spanked me again
and again.

“
You are not being honest.
Answer again. Do you think I want a horny housewife?”

“
No, Mr. Norton,” I
repeated. “I am being honest.”

He slid his hand across my reddened butt as
I readied myself for another swat, but this time he took a little
more time. I could feel his palm as it moved from one cheek to the
other cheek, delicately gliding across my tender butt as I waited
for him to stroke it hard across my cheeks again. Yet, as his hand
moved across my ass a final time, it suddenly took a different
course. I almost jerked around when his hand moved from the edge of
my butt to the crevice between my cheeks and then down between my
legs. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers skimmed across
the front of my panties.

“
Now, Natalie. Do you
think I want a horny housewife?”

For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond
or what he was going to do next. After his fingers glided between
my legs, my thoughts raced to the possibility of getting spanked
there.

“
No, Mr. Norton,” I
repeated for what I hoped would be the last time. I waited for his
response as I felt his fingers move across the contours of my
covered pussy. I was completely embarrassed by how wet I was as I’m
sure he could feel that my panties were thoroughly soaked through
from what he was doing to me. I was expecting another few slaps on
my ass, but there were none. He simply continued to rub his fingers
between my legs, pushing his middle finger up and down the length
of my cunt so as to make sure to touch my clit. Then he removed his
hand, clasped the sides of my underwear and pulled them
down.

I could feel the beat of my heart pulsating
through my entire body. I was now firmly in disbelief how rapidly
this strange interview had veered to me bending over his desk with
my panties hanging around my ankles.

“
Miss Natalie Cinderella.
Don’t think for a second I don’t know the kind of woman that you
are,” he told me.

My thoughts raced wildly through my head.
What was he trying to insinuate? I wondered if I had gone too far
by outright flirting with him. I was about to object but he kept
lecturing me.

“
Don’t think for a second
I don’t know every one of those naughty, kinky, slutty thoughts
that go through your mind. Maybe you have fooled men before, but I
know who you are, Miss Cinderella.”

He slapped my ass again and quickly slid his
hand back between my legs to my bare, wet cunt.

“
You might try to hide
your urges, but this little naughty cunt tells the
truth.”

I suddenly began to understand the sly,
controlling game he was playing, although I was still in shock over
his seemingly direct awareness of my depraved mind.

“
Now I’m going to ask you
one more time. Do you think I want a horny housewife?”

He was turning my naughtiness back on me,
thrilled by a desire to hear me confess. I twisted my head around
and looked at him as I gave my answer.

“
Yes, I think you do want
one, Mr. Norton.”

He tried to suppress the smile on his face
but I could sense the erotic exhilaration he got from hearing my
words. He nodded slowly up and down as he continued to fondle me at
will.