"Bend over my desk."

You look at Amanda thoughtfully. She looks gorgeously ravished, sprawled naked on your couch, one shoe off, her stockings falling loose around her lower thighs. She strokes the stiff nipple of one breast and smiles invitingly at you, her lips parted and wet, the very picture of wanton lust.

"Go bend over my desk. Put your elbows on the desk and bend right over."

"You're ready again so soon?" she giggles happily, kicking her other shoe off. "I'm going to love working for you." She rubs a hand across your chest as she passes you, licking her lips. "You going to fill me up again, big boy?"

She goes behind your desk and bends over as you ordered, standing on her toes to present her ass to you more fully, squirming gently, anticipating your touch. You stand behind her and stroke her ass, squeezing the firm round globes.

"Oh, lover you treat a girl so good, you know what I like, don't you babe," she moans, rocking against your touch.

You give her a sudden smack across the ass, revelling in the sound of the smack and her squeal.

"Not so hard lover." She gives a lewd chuckle. "It's not like you have to convince me. Come on baby, give me some of the boss man's cock."

You reach into a drawer and pull out a broad leather paddle with holes in it. You show it to her, her eyes widening in apprehension.

"Wait, you don't need, OH GOD THAT STINGS!" she yelps as you smack it across her exposed cheeks. "You don't have to...OH FUCK, STOP!" She starts to struggle but you easily hold her down.

"I'll stop when I'm ready, when I think you've learned your lesson," you growl striking her ass again with the paddle, drawing a shriek from her and leaving a fascinating red pattern on her ass. You hold her down against the desk and put your face close to hers.

"I'm not 'lover' or 'boss' or 'boss man' or 'baby' or any other idiotic name you think up. You will address me as Mr. Chandler or Sir." You land another smack with the paddle. "You are not my secretary yet, and you may never be."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir. OH GOD I'M SORRY!" she yelps as you paddle her again. You show her the paddle, and her eyes are wide in terror.

"You have to learn your place, Amanda. You have to learn submission to your master. Meghan is learning and so can you." You smack her ass again and she yelps, squirming on the desk as you hold her.

"Please don't spank me like this, I'll behave Mr. Chandler, I'm so sorry," she whimpers, then screams as you smack her ass again.

"I'll do anything Sir! Anything! Oh God, Master, please stop!" she whimpers, tears on her cheeks.

"What are you?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Wrong answer," you growl and paddle her again, bringing a shriek from her. "What are you?" you repeat.

"I'm your ****. I'll do what you command. You're my master and you can use me as you wish," she mewls, totally broken to your will. You pull her off your desk by her hair and let her fall to the ground at your feet, she crouches whimpering, looking up at you.

"You can dress and go, ****. If you are obedient, I might use you tomorrow."

"Yes master, thank you master," she whimpers, starting to rise.

"I didn't give you permission to stand, ****. Crawl to your clothes." She looks at you with wide, fearful eyes but complies. You watch her as she struggles into her clothes, not rising from he knees. Her eyes never leave yours. When she is finally dressed she bows her head, kneeling, holding her hands together in supplication.

"If you are dressed you may leave, ****."

"Thank you master," she whispers softly and crawls to your door.