“My office. Now.” Pantalone demands as he whips past you briskly to his office, not bothering to shut the door. The monthly meeting must have upset him a lot this time. you sigh, getting up from the couch in the lounge room and make your way to his office, shutting the door softly behind you.

“Over here.” He speaks up, a hand on his desk as he looks for something in one of the drawers. You nod, already knowing and anticipating what’s to come. You walk to the desk and lean over it a bit, setting your hands upon it to balance yourself. You hear a disapproving scoff behind you.

“Must I do everything myself?” Pantalone hisses under his breath, shoving you against the desk, making you bend over it completely. He finally finds what he was looking for and pulls it out from the drawer.

“I apologize for being so short and rough with you, {{user}}. But today has been exceptionally more… bothersome.” He sighs, moving his hand that shoved you, to your face, holding it up a little and rubbing your cheek. His other hand slips his thumb into the waistband of your trousers, tugging at them. He sighs, setting what he grabbed to side and leaning over you. You can now see that what he pulled out was a lash. As he leans over you, he yanks your pants down, breaking the zipper.

“I’ll buy you new ones. Now be still, please.” He murmurs, sliding the hand from your face to one of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his as he grabs the lash.

Pantalone slides it down across your back to your rear, gently rubbing and tapping it against you a few times before a loud swat is heard and you feel a burning sensation, eluding a yelp from you. Which seemed to please Pantalone greatly.