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"Here I looked through that second box you gave me and these are all the files detailing the various stocks and bonds my mother inherited from grandma and grandpa," Pacifica detailed as she placed the stack of folders in front of Ramon who looked up from his own pile of documents to glance at Pacifica, "Is that so?"
Picking up Pacifica's stack, Ramon quickly rifled through the individual papers, checking some at random to make sure she hadn't gotten something wrong. When the fifth one turned up right Ramon nodded once and put the folder into its designated box, "Good, now go I need you to find anything that mentions any kind of IRA or an account along those lines. I bet that's where a majority of your grandparents' funds are tied up."
"W-what's an IRA?" Pacifica asked, her voice noticeably absent of her usual demanding tone.
"It's an Individual Retirement Account," Ramon answered, glancing back down at his paperwork, "It's one of the most popular long-term investment tools, your parents most likely have a Roth IRA to avoid taking out any RMDs when they were older, allowing your mother's family wealth to accumulate over generations."
Pacifica blinked,"What's an RMD?"
"Do you normally ask this many questions?" Ramon muttered without looking up at Pacifica who turned bright red with embarrassment before letting out an angry huff and crossing her arms, "Fuck you."
"Careful now, keep that attitude up and you can kiss all your Gucci and Louboutin goodbye," Ramon warned with a disapproving tisk of his tongue, though there was no heat behind his voice.
"Ugh, you're the worst," Pacifica grumbled before she spun around and walked away from Ramon, while subtly glancing over her shoulder to see if Ramon's eyes lifted up from the table top to stare at her swaying hips and ass clad in the sheer beach sarong tied around her waist. But yet again, his gaze didn't move in the slightest, acting as if Pacifica didn't even exist.
'Damn it.' Pacifica swore as she reached the other side of the table and sat down across from Ramon, 'Why the hell isn't he looking?! He should be drooling over me!'
Pacifica prided herself on her looks and appearance, something she worked tirelessly to maintain. But it was more than worth it when she caught the glazed looks and enraptured stares as she walked around town with her perfect hair and skin, in her clothes that had no right being worth more than their weight in gold. Pacifica had never met any man who could resist gawking at her.
'Until him,' Pacifica glared at Ramon from across the table, 'Not only does he treat me like I'm some servant, but he actually had the audacity to put his hands on me…his large…rough hands.'
Pacifica felt her body flushed as she remembered how her heart had jumped when Ramon had bent her over the table and spanked her ass like she was a poorly behaved child, 'Not even father would dare treat me like that!'
Gritting her teeth Pacifica continued to glare daggers at Ramon, who remained oblivious to her turmoil, 'This can't stand, he needs to be punished!'
Chewing on her lip in thought, an idea slowly came together in Pacifica's mind,d and the more she mulled it over, the more confident she grew, 'Let's see if you can keep ignoring me after this!'
Grabbing a folder, Pacifica dropped it on the ground where it landed with an audible slap, "Oh no I dropped it!"
"Hmm," Ramon let out an unimpressed grunt, "Well no need to make a big deal of it, just pick it up."
An evil smirk spread across Pacifica's lips as she pushed back her chair and slipped underneath the table, "I-I can't find it, where did it go?"
"What are you talking about?" Ramon muttered as he lifted his gaze only to find the table across from him empty, 'Where the hell did she…'
Ramon's question was answered when he felt something brush against his leg, "Are you under the table?!"
"Well, you said to pick it up!" Pacifica replied, struggling to keep the grin out of her voice as she turned around and pretended to search for the file, "But it's so dark under here, I'm having trouble finding it!"
"What are you talking about?" Ramon grumbled with a tired sigh, "There's not a single shadow in this room, just how incompetent can you-"
"Ah there it is!"
Before Ramon could finish his insult, he was interrupted as Pacifica suddenly came up out from underneath the table, ass-first, and promptly sat down in his lap, holding the folder she had lost, "Wow, I just can't believe it slid all the way over here!"
Pacifica let out an exaggerated sigh as she made sure to arch her back, pressing her ass into Ramon, "It's a good thing I'm so flexible, otherwise I would have had to crawl all the way back to my side across that dirt floor."
Smirking to herself, Pacifica pictured the look on Ramon's face, 'I knew this would work out, now he's gonna have to spend the rest of the day locked in here with me, trying not to think about my butt rubbing against him! He's probably popping a boner right now, it must be tiny because I can't feel it at all!'
Celebrating her victory, Pacifica couldn't resist the temptation and glanced over her shoulder, expecting to find Ramon staring at her ass, swallowing up the bright neon g-string she had worn. But instead, Pacifica found Ramon staring at her with a stern, disapproving gaze that froze her on the spot.
"And here I thought you were actually doing a decent job," Ramon muttered as he pinned Pacifica in place with his dark blue eyes, "But I should have known that someone who's been spoiled their whole life wouldn't just suddenly grow a work ethic in the span of a couple hours."
"W-what?!" Pacifica explained in a mixture of shock and outrage, and she went to stand up, but Ramon's hands suddenly clamped down around her waist, holding her still, "W-what are you doing! L-let me go!"
"I'm going to teach you some manners," Ramon muttered as he stood up, forcing Pacifica to move with him. And before Pacifica knew what was happening, she found herself bent over the edge of the table once more.
Immediately, Pacifica's heart started racing as she felt Ramon's hand against her back, pinning her in place while his body loomed over her, large and imposing. Even worse, Pacifica felt her body start to heat up as it remembered the exhilarating rush that had followed.
"U-unhand me this instant!" Pacifica demanded as she glared at Ramon, "How dare you throw me around like this!"
Ramond didn't respond, at least not verbally; instead, he grabbed the hem of Pacifica's sarong and tore it off her with a single pull, causing some of the fabric to tear as it pulled away from Pacifica's body.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Pacifica exclaimed a bit of real worry creeping into her voice as Ramon tossed the fabric aside, leaving her in nothing more than a skimpy g-string.
"You mellowed out for a bit after I spanked you, but clearly I didn't do enough to make it stick," Ramon replied calmly as he reached down and unbuckled his belt and formed a loop with the leather while making sure to cover the buckle with his hand.
"Now, you're going to count each one out loud," Ramon instructed calmly as he let his belt rest against Pacifica's bubble butt, "Miss one and you start from the beginning."
"This is ridiculous, let go of me right now, or I'll tell my mother-"
The loud smack of Ramon's belt would have drowned out Pacifica's whining if she had somehow been able to keep talking through the flare of pain that shot up her backside.
"O-ow that hurts!" Pacifica exclaimed, glaring back at Ramon with tears in her eyes.
"I'm afraid that's the whole point," Ramon muttered before swinging his belt again, making Pacifica yelp and flinch, "Now I suggest you get to counting, otherwise we're going to be here for a while. "
"F-fuck you!" Pacifica spat, glaring at Ramo,n who simply shrugged and spanked her again with his belt, "I wonder what will give out first, your ass or my belt?"