he’d bit me. Then, without further ado, Thomas smacked his hard palm against my ass cheek and raked his nails into it.
“What was that for?” I cried out at the swift spanking and he repeated the pattern on my other cheek. The pain that ran through me was stinging and rough, punishing rather than playful, but as he dug his fingers into my soft flesh, the fire of physical discomfort crept down my heated skin. It mingled with the pleasurable sensations of his touch. He was quick to react and landed another hard palm on my burning cheek. There was no time to protect myself from the rush of lust. It was shocking to hear my own loud groan of bliss and longing.
“That was for trying to rile me up, for thinking you could get the upper hand with your sexy body. Also, for talking back instead of following orders like a good pet should.” Thomas raised his hand again and I squeezed my butt muscles in expectation of the next harsh blow, but it never happened. He stood there with a sinister smile and enjoyed the sight of me squirming in anticipation.
“Interesting,” he said and rubbed his chin. “You enjoy it way too much. I would have never thought you might be into pain.”
“W-what? No, I'm not...”
Thomas waved his hand dismissively and took a step away from my shivering frame. The pleasant burning from his spanking made my clit throb even harder. If he continued, I'd soon form a puddle at my feet.
“What a shame,” he uttered. “It's a crime all your beauty should be covered up with those clothes your wear to work. You ought to be forbidden from wearing any clothes except for hot lingerie and a leather collar.”
I knew I'd probably get more spanking for the next sassy retort but I said it anyway. Maybe punishment was what I secretly craved.
“Not only have you watched too much BDSM porn but you've already mixed it with reality.”
He grinned and reached out between my breasts to undo the bra clasp. It thrilled me to have him take it off for me. He was depriving me of any protection as he roughly took it off, pushing the straps down my forearms and baring my breasts, one of my symbols of sexuality and allure. I’d never known how erotic vulnerability could be before this moment. He discarded it on the ground without blinking an eye. I expected him to start fondling and squeezing my breasts. Instead, he focused his efforts on my gumdrop-shaped nipples. He tugged them even harder than before and twisted them slowly, testing the limits of my body and mind.
“Did you ever play with yourself at the office, minx?” Thomas pinched the delicate tips and made me groan and squeeze my legs. He pulled them harshly once more and uttered in a firm, reprimanding voice, “Did I tell you could pull your thighs together? Did I? Open wide and answer the question, pet.”
“No!” The erotic pain he was putting me through killed my efforts to remain focused. I realized how much I longed for him to skip the whole “therapy” bullshit and simply push my panties aside and fuck my brains out. “N-never. Why would you...”
Thomas leaned forward and bit my nipple savagely. The sensation was stronger than anything he had done to me so far, and for a moment, I saw a white light flash before my eyes.
“You know, I don't understand how you've gotten so far in life without being able to follow simple rules, Lina. I thought I was clear. Don’t ask questions and don't lie to me.”
“But I'm not lying. I never touched myself at work.” I tried to sound as sincere as possible and gave him a pleading look as he smiled.
“Really, tigress? I remember many times when I accidentally walked into your office just to catch you panting and red-faced.” He kissed the bright purple mark left by his teeth. “I love my job, don't get me wrong, but it was so much fun when I was your assistant. I got to know all your dirty secrets.”
“What dirty secrets?” The pain in my breast was acute and throbbing, even with the comfort of his
“What was that for?” I cried out at the swift spanking and he repeated the pattern on my other cheek. The pain that ran through me was stinging and rough, punishing rather than playful, but as he dug his fingers into my soft flesh, the fire of physical discomfort crept down my heated skin. It mingled with the pleasurable sensations of his touch. He was quick to react and landed another hard palm on my burning cheek. There was no time to protect myself from the rush of lust. It was shocking to hear my own loud groan of bliss and longing.
“That was for trying to rile me up, for thinking you could get the upper hand with your sexy body. Also, for talking back instead of following orders like a good pet should.” Thomas raised his hand again and I squeezed my butt muscles in expectation of the next harsh blow, but it never happened. He stood there with a sinister smile and enjoyed the sight of me squirming in anticipation.
“Interesting,” he said and rubbed his chin. “You enjoy it way too much. I would have never thought you might be into pain.”
“W-what? No, I'm not...”
Thomas waved his hand dismissively and took a step away from my shivering frame. The pleasant burning from his spanking made my clit throb even harder. If he continued, I'd soon form a puddle at my feet.
“What a shame,” he uttered. “It's a crime all your beauty should be covered up with those clothes your wear to work. You ought to be forbidden from wearing any clothes except for hot lingerie and a leather collar.”
I knew I'd probably get more spanking for the next sassy retort but I said it anyway. Maybe punishment was what I secretly craved.
“Not only have you watched too much BDSM porn but you've already mixed it with reality.”
He grinned and reached out between my breasts to undo the bra clasp. It thrilled me to have him take it off for me. He was depriving me of any protection as he roughly took it off, pushing the straps down my forearms and baring my breasts, one of my symbols of sexuality and allure. I’d never known how erotic vulnerability could be before this moment. He discarded it on the ground without blinking an eye. I expected him to start fondling and squeezing my breasts. Instead, he focused his efforts on my gumdrop-shaped nipples. He tugged them even harder than before and twisted them slowly, testing the limits of my body and mind.
“Did you ever play with yourself at the office, minx?” Thomas pinched the delicate tips and made me groan and squeeze my legs. He pulled them harshly once more and uttered in a firm, reprimanding voice, “Did I tell you could pull your thighs together? Did I? Open wide and answer the question, pet.”
“No!” The erotic pain he was putting me through killed my efforts to remain focused. I realized how much I longed for him to skip the whole “therapy” bullshit and simply push my panties aside and fuck my brains out. “N-never. Why would you...”
Thomas leaned forward and bit my nipple savagely. The sensation was stronger than anything he had done to me so far, and for a moment, I saw a white light flash before my eyes.
“You know, I don't understand how you've gotten so far in life without being able to follow simple rules, Lina. I thought I was clear. Don’t ask questions and don't lie to me.”
“But I'm not lying. I never touched myself at work.” I tried to sound as sincere as possible and gave him a pleading look as he smiled.
“Really, tigress? I remember many times when I accidentally walked into your office just to catch you panting and red-faced.” He kissed the bright purple mark left by his teeth. “I love my job, don't get me wrong, but it was so much fun when I was your assistant. I got to know all your dirty secrets.”
“What dirty secrets?” The pain in my breast was acute and throbbing, even with the comfort of his
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