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As I stepped off the elevator onto the 16th floor, my heart raced with anticipation. I was about to meet with the CEO of the business, a man I had only ever seen in the news or at business events. But this time was different. This time, I was meeting with him in his private office, and I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna be a normal company meeting.

As I entered his office, I was struck by its opulence. The walls were covered in dark wood paneling, and the floor was adorned with a plush rug that felt luxurious under my feet. The CEO himself sat at his enormous desk, his formidably broad shoulders and impeccably tailored suit only adding to his already intimidating presence.

“Miss Sinclair,” he said with a slight nod as I approached. “Please take a seat.”

As I sat down in front of him, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of submission wash over me. This is what I had been waiting for – a chance to explore my deepest desires and give up control to a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

“Miss Sinclair,” the CEO began, “I have been watching you for some time now. You have impressed me.” He leaned forward, his eyes searching mine. “But I also know that you have a secret desire, one that you keep hidden beneath your professional exterior.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I listened to him. “What is that, sir?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I think you know,” he said, his lips quirking into a predatory smile. “You desire to submit. To be controlled. To allow someone else to take the reins and guide you.”

I felt my cheeks flush hotly at his words, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I do. I want to give up control to you.”

The CEO stood up from his desk and walked over to me, his every step deliberate and forceful. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Then be still, Miss Sinclair. Let me show you what it means to be truly submissive.”

Before I could react, he had pulled me from my seat and bent me over his desk. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he pulled up my skirt and bared my bottom. A sharp smack echoed through the room, followed by another and another.

With each strike of his hand, I felt myself becoming more and more alive, my body thrumming with desire. The CEO’s hand was rough and unyielding, but every touch sent shivers down my spine.

As he continued his assault on my backside, I felt a deep sense of connection between us, a bond that could only be forged through the act of submission. I knew then that I was his, body and soul, and that I had finally found the fulfillment I had been searching for.

The spanking continued for what seemed like hours, until I was panting and moaning with pleasure. When the CEO finally stopped, he pulled me up and turned me to face him, his hands cradling my face.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “And I will take care of you. I will show you all the pleasures and pain that come with submission. You just have to trust me.”

I nodded, my heart bursting with joy and fulfillment. I had found my place, and it was at the feet of the CEO.
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