"Get to work Ms.Smith" he barked assertively. I lifted up the feather duster and started to clean every inch of the room. Mr. Debonair sat in his high backed chair watching my every move. As I bent over to clean the corner my pert ass stuck out invitingly. My black lace thong stretched tightly over my cheeks. Mr. Debonair smiled, which had a strange effect on me. I bent down further making sure he could get a better view. I noticed my clitty was getting hard and moist. Then it dawned on me. Did he know my secret? How would he react? As my clitty got harder it was only a matter of time before my secret would be revealed. As these thoughts raced around my head I didn't even notice that Mr. Debonair had snuck up behind me. I only noticed when I felt the stinging pain of his hand as he smacked my ass. "Somebody is hiding something Ms. Smith. That's very naughty, and naughty people have to be dealt with."
