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I felt the warmth of his hands as he slowly squeezed my arse cheeks, and all of my apprehensions melted away. He took his time, slowly fondling and caressing my arse and thighs. I pressed back into him eagerly, angling my pussy towards his hands, but he pushed me back down authoritatively.
“Don’t get greedy, Evie. You’ll get what you’re given.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Another chuckle. “I knew you were going to be fun, Goldilocks, but I never expected you’d be such an obedient little slut for me. What a fucking treat you are. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many shall we do?”
I had no idea what to say. He waited a few seconds, then asked, “How many do you want?”
I knew, instantly. “Twenty, please, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
God, I loved hearing the approval in his voice.
The first smack landed without warning; sharp, heavy, and perfectly aimed across the centre of my right cheek. The sound cracked through the office like a whip. I gasped, my body jolting forward across the desk.
“Count them, Evie,” he said, softly.
“One, Sir,” I breathed.
The second followed quickly on the left, harder. Heat bloomed instantly across my skin.
“Two, Sir.”
He built a steady rhythm, each strike deliberate and controlled. By the fifth, my arse was already throbbing, a deep, stinging warmth spreading across both cheeks.
He took a pause, leaving only the throb in his wake.
“What are you being punished for, Evie?”
“For trespassing in your office, Sir.”
“What else?”
“For being a naughty girl, Sir.”
“Are you a naughty girl, Evie?”
“Yes Sir, but I want to be a good girl for you.” Even as I said it, I realised I fucking meant it.
“Do good girls end up getting spanked by strangers? Bent over and stripped with cum drying on their faces?”
My pussy clenched. “No, Sir.”
“You must still be a very naughty girl then. Better spank it out of you.”
I braced as he resumed, harder this time.
After the tenth spank, he took another break and ran his palms along my burning cheeks, somehow absorbing the heat and taking the sting away. I moaned in relief, pushing against him again. This time, he had mercy and slid two thick fingers between my legs, thrusting them deep inside my pussy, filling me up in the way that I had been craving ever since he’d walked through the door.
“Fucking hell,” he murmured, voice low with approval. “You’re dripping down your thighs, sweetheart. Soaking wet from being spanked like a naughty, naughty little slut.”
I whimpered, chasing his hand, desperate for more pressure. He gave me one slow stroke, teasing my swollen clit, then withdrew and delivered the next three spanks in quick succession. Each one stung more than the last, the pain sharpening into something I barely understood, but somehow never wanted to end.
By spank number fifteen, I was shaking all over. My arse felt raw, fiery, every nerve screaming. Yet every time his palm connected, I was getting wetter and wetter. He noticed. Of course he did.
He stopped again, this time pushing three fingers inside me without warning. I moaned loudly, clenching around the sudden fullness.
“Listen to that,” he said, slowly pumping them in and out. “You’re absolutely drenched. Greedy little cunt, making such filthy sounds for me.”
“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it.
“Please, what?” He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot inside me until I stood up on tiptoe, pushing desperately back against his hand.
“Please fuck me, Sir. I need it. Oh, fuck, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers free and brought his hand down hard on my already tender arse. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Each smack harder than the one before. I was panting, feet planted firmly back on the floor now. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my hips grinding uselessly against the edge of the desk as I submitted to blow after delicious blow.
By nineteen, my desperation had turned frantic. My pussy ached, empty and throbbing. I could feel how wet I was, dripping down my inner thighs now, shameless.
“Last one already,” he drawled. “What a shame. Better make it count.”
The twentieth strike was the hardest yet, landing low where my arse met my thighs. I cried out, the pain flashing white-hot before melting into a deep, pulsing ache that matched the one in my needy pussy.
Before I could catch my breath, his hand was back between my legs. Two fingers plunged deep, fucking me with rough, possessive strokes while his thumb pressed firmly on my clit.
“Good girl, Goldilocks,” he murmured roughly, still sawing his fingers in and out of me. “You took your spanking like such a good girl.”
“Oh God, Sir, please,” I begged, voice cracking in desperation. “I need to cum. I’ll do anything. Just fuck me. Please just fuck me.”
He leaned over me, his hard cock pressing against my sore arse through his trousers, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’ll cum when I decide you’ve earned it,” he said, still working his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. “And right now, I’m enjoying how eager and desperate you sound, shaking your pretty little arse in the air.”
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