A creampie

They were not making love. They were not having sex. They were not even fucking. Mr. Greene was fucking. Catherine was being fucked, used for his pleasure without any thought for her feelings.

Mr. Greene had to pump harshly to overcome her initial resistance. Not from any willing effort from her side. Catherine was very much aware that he had every right to **** her as he did, and was determined not to give her supervisor any further reason to punish her again. But there had been no foreplay, and her cunt was dry and closed. Mr. Greene pushed himself into her, and it took every effort for Catherine not to cry out.

After a few heavy thrusts, it got easier. Her bottom was still very sensitive from the previous beating, and the only sensation Mr. Greene provoked from her cunt was an aching, low-intensity pain. But Catherine accepted the pain, and stifled her tears.

Her supervisor leaned heavily onto her. He did not need to hold her down, but one hand was planted between her shoulders anyway. His other hand held onto her already sore buttchecks, further renewing the pain from the tawse.

And then it was over. Warmth flooded her pussy, as Mr. Greene shot his load into her.