Calytrix, heeding his order, now had her elbows placed on the desk, palms equally resting and facing forward. Her upper body was arched, her perky, exposed butt in the air, pleading for something sensual.

By his order, she parted her legs, arching her body even more so he could see her cunt and arse properly.

Waves of disquietude and uncertainty washed over her. Gloom-ridden thoughts already encamped in her head, not planning to leave any time soon.

Her body trembled a bit from a meld of nervousness and dread. 

She didn't know what he was planning. To spank her, perhaps? That would be a fortunate situation. 

Whip her till her...