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“Kelly… I think you need to be taught a lesson. If you’re not willing to accept a little discipline, you are free to leave and I will find some other girl who’s not such a lazy little tramp to replace you. Someone more responsible, who’s not flashing their tight, slutty ass all over town.”
I gulped, but nodded my assent, not trusting myself to speak.
“Good girl,” he said and my pussy clenched in response.
He gave my ass a rough squeeze, his fingers pressing urgently and painfully into my soft skin. “What is this, Kelly?”
“Mr Cooper? I don’t understand.”
He walloped my ass cheek good. I yelled out in pain and tried to scramble out from under his grasp, but he had too firm a grip on me.
Keeping a restraining hand on my ass and one on my hip, he squeezed my butt again, reigniting the fire that had flamed through it when he had spanked me, and said “Like I just said, this is your tight, slutty ass, Kelly. Now repeat it for me.”
Wanting to avoid another spanking, I gritted my teeth, swallowed down my confusion and humiliation and said, “That’s my tight, slutty ass, Mr Cooper, Sir.”
“Ok, good. You’re finally learning. Maybe there’s hope for you after all. Now, what do tight, slutty little asses deserve?”
I racked my brain, trying to remember what word he’d used. “To be… disciplined, Mr Cooper, Sir?”
He almost purred his approval. “Very good, Kelly,” circling his hand firmly over one upthrust cheek, taking his time fondling me there, feeling my ass clench under his touch. “And how do we discipline tight slutty little asses, Kelly?”
I gulped. I really did not want to say this. But I didn’t see how I had any choice if I wanted to keep this job. “We… spank them, Mr Cooper, Sir?”
“Yes, Kelly! Very well done!” He patted my ass a few times to recognise my achievement. I felt an involuntary thrill zip straight to my clit at this unexpected praise, then felt Mr Coooper flip my skirt up so that it settled in the small of my back.
“A thong, Kelly?” he asked and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. He hooked his finger under the thin strip of fabric nestled between my ass cheeks and tugged at it, then snapped it briskly back against my body, laughing softly as I squawked in discomfort. “You’re going to be very sorry that you didn’t do more to preserve your modesty, you filthy little whore.”
He pulled on the waistband, yanking the cotton painfully, jamming it into my ass, making me rise on tiptoe as he lifted it a clear 3 inches from my body.
Using the thong as leverage, he started spanking me slowly and ruthlessly across both cheeks. First five on the right cheek, then switching arms, five on the left, moving the thong from hand to hand each time. I could feel it digging into my pussy painfully, but it was also grinding insistently against my clit, making me wetter and wetter.
Taking a break, Mr Cooper said admiringly, “Jesus, Kelly. Your ass was built for punishment.”
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