She arrived early, hoping to beat him to the office, but she could see his light was on already. She had been manic this past weekend, texting him while she was out clubbing. She had been in a bitter, self-loathing, destructive, attention-seeking mood. She actually threatened to mix alcohol with pills…knowing he could do nothing from hundreds of miles away on his business trip. When she contacted him Sunday to apologize, he tried to end things. He told her he couldn’t help her because she didn’t want to help herself. That he no longer wanted to be played by her antics. But she believed he was helping. Until she met him, she felt she had been drifting from one bad decision to another. The weekend was an example of how things could be when he wasn’t there to guide her. She couldn’t let him go. No, they had come too far, but not far enough. She wanted more. She wanted him. So, she offered herself to him. She committed to him that she needed him, needed the way he loved, and wanted his mentor-ship. She would do anything to prove it. He accepted this and told her to be prepared to be punished for her behavior. These thoughts ran through her head as she nervously walked down the hallway to his office

“Good morning, Sir,” she said as she entered his office wearing a flowery dress that has a hemline to her mid-thigh.

“Good morning, young lady,” he replied as he took in all of her beauty. “You look lovely today. Come around so that I may get a good look at you.”

She walked around his desk and stood near him. He motioned for her to turn. She could feel his eyes on her as she turned her back toward him, swaying her hips with a little exaggeration thrown in, knowing what it would do to him. She was well aware of his affinity for a woman’s behind, and she knew she would at the very least receive a spanking today. His eyes watched her little show, and he could barely hold back a smirk. Even at the precipice of what is coming, she couldn’t help but poke the bear, he thought. She completed her turn to face him again.

“Is Kitten ready for her punishment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Present yourself then.”

She turned to face the desk and placed her hands on it. She bent at the waist, laying her chest on the desk. She reached back with both hands and pulled her skirt up to expose her panty-clad Ass to him. Resting both hands on the small of her back, she says “Kitten is ready to be punished, Sir.”

He rose from the chair and moved to stand behind her. Her Ass was glorious to him. In fact, it was one of the reasons he started looking at her as more than just an employee, back when this dance began. It started off innocently enough with a casual comment about choking that caught his attention. Maybe she wasn’t the vanilla young woman he thought she was. This eventually led to casual flirting. Then after-work emails, then texting, which led to sexting. Her playful strokes on his arm or thigh while working at his desk together. A stolen moment kissing on the back stairs. Late nights at the bar on business trips. He had learned so much about her already. About the wild-child within that felt she was not where she wanted to be at that point in her life. He also knew he wanted her.

Badly. And he was sure she wanted him. But he couldn’t accept erratic, self-destructive behavior. He had been open and honest about who he was and who he was not. She knew he lived his life in a particular manner and admired him for it. What she didn’t know was how nervous he truly was at that very moment. Things were going to be different from that point forward. They were taking their relationship to another level. He was accepting her submission and all the responsibilities that fell to him with that. He was unsure of their future, but at that moment, her perfectly plump, shapely Ass was before him. Accented by black lace panties, her Ass was begging for his attention. He adored every curve of her magnificent derriere and licked his lips as he approached her.

“Be sure to keep count,” he stated, as he raised his hand and brought it down in full force onto her left butt cheek.

SMACK

Again he raised his hand to smack her right butt cheek.

SMACK

He heard a slight grunt escape her lips as he continued his assault on her Ass.

SMACK

SMACK

Her Ass began to redden with the fifth and sixth slaps.

SMACK

SMACK

She grunted each time he made contact now. He was putting more force into each slap, enjoying both the sound and reaction of her body as his hand met its mark.

SMACK

SMACK

He couldn’t resist the urge to have his hands on her, so he began to rub her smooth cheeks after each slap. His fingers pressed into her flesh and playfully slipped between her legs to feel the warmth that radiated from her Pussy.

“How many is that, Kitten?”

“Ten.” she replied.

“No. That was eight, my Love.”

“Oh…” was all she could muster.

SMACK

SMACK

Her Ass glowed red on both cheeks…a soft glow that changed to a light pink the further away from the center of his two target points.

“How many more, Kitten?”

“Three, Sir” she replied.

“Stand and face me.”

She placed her hands back on the desk to push herself up. Her skirt began to fall but rested on the top of her Ass, her round cheeks remained exposed. After turning to face him, she placed her hands behind her back again. He reached up to her cleavage, peeled her dress and her bra down, forcing her breasts up and out of their confines. He took her left breast in his left hand and squeezed it as he quickly slapped it down with his right.

SMACK

His fingertips whipped against her nipple. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly as the pain shot through her breast. He now took her right breast into his left hand, squeezed, and, again, slapped against it with his right.

SMACK

“Do you know why I am punishing your breasts as well as your Ass?”

“No, Sir”

He grabbed her chin in his hand as he looked deep into her eyes. “Because this all belongs to me. All of you. You do not threaten to harm what you have given to me. How dare you even try to hurt what is mine.” he stated with his eyes fixed to hers. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded with a pout.

“On your knees,” he ordered. She looked at him questionably. “ON. YOUR. KNEES!”

“Can I know why?” She asked.

“Because you will need to make me forget how you disrespected me.”

She slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. He unzipped his trousers and slowly pulled out his half-hard cock. She stared at it in front of her. She had only ever seen it in pictures before. Other than kissing, heavy petting, and teasing, they had never been physical. But here his cock was before her in the flesh. He was veiny and uncut, which she was accustomed to. He had good length and girth, certainly the largest she would have had in her life to this point, but not the largest she had ever seen. It was perfect, to her.

As she looked up at him, he simply said “Make me forget.”

At once she opened her mouth wide to take all of him in. Her mouth enveloped his swollen member and a feeling of immense pleasure rose throughout his body. She began to pump him in and out of her eager mouth and wasn’t long before he was near fully erect. She moaned each time she took him into her throat…her saliva glistened off his shaft each time her mouth receded. Her mouth was providing such wonderful sensations to him…and, usually a very unselfish lover, he wanted to please her too. But he can’t. He has to stand his ground, make her serve. It’s not about her pleasure, today. With that, he grabbed the back of her head and rammed his cock deep down her throat. She gagged as he began to fuck her face deep with short, fast thrusts. Her face was buried into the open fly of his trousers as he began to feel that build…that rush…when suddenly he can’t hold on any longer. He groaned “Good girrrrl”, as he made one final thrust, shooting his seed deep down her throat. She gagged and coughed as that Hot, salty liquid gushed down her gullet.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth as she looked up at him with a wicked little grin on her face. He extended his hand to help her up on her feet.

“Now, drop your panties and get on the desk.”

Her sass had dissipated and she immediately removed her panties before sitting on the desk. He pushed her backward until she laid down.

“Lift and spread your legs,” he said, and she complied. “Higher…bring your knees to your chest as best you can,” he commanded.

She reached behind her knees to assist her legs higher. Her Pussy was totally exposed, her excitement from the spanking evident from the wetness glistening upon its folds. With his left hand, he began to tease and rub her mound.

“Mmmm…Kitten is wet” he whispered, as his fingers rubbed and probed her labia.

She began to writhe beneath his touch…felt the heat grow from within…her wetness increased. He grazed his thumb against her swollen clit and she bucked slightly.

“Mmmm…so wet…so Hot.” He brought his hand up to her mouth. “Taste how sweet you are, Love.” She opened her mouth and took his fingers within…tasting her sweetness from off his fingers. The sight made him groan. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned to her cunt…circular motions swirled around her clit as his other hand began to penetrate her lips. His fingers curled up and he began to finger-fuck her rapidly. She bucked against him. She began to feel an Orgasm welling up inside her…his fingers pressed up against her g-spot with each thrust in and out of her cunt, while at the same time his other hand maintained a constant strumming on her clit. She humped her cunt against him, as the Orgasm heightened. Suddenly, he removed his right hand from fucking her, spread her lips with his finger and thumb of his left hand and….

SMACK

With a whipping motion, he slapped his fingers against her wet, exposed cunt…the pain shot through her like an electrical surge.

“Thirteeeeen!” she screamed in shock…the pain just enough to send her over the edge. She came the instant his fingers returned to her Hot hole and thrust in. Her Pussy convulsed…her juices flowed from within as the waves of ecstasy shot throughout her entire body.

She rested her legs as her Orgasm subsided and her breathing began to become more normal. She opened her eyes to see him above her with his outstretched hand and smile.

“I always like to finish my punishments on an encouraging note,” he said, with a wink.