Another incident with Mary

On Monday, Artur decided to take a walk through the plantation, observing his workers and their progress. He noticed Mary working in the fields, her movements graceful and efficient. He couldn't help but notice how striking she looked in her new dress, fitting her dark skin like a second layer of sun-kissed perfection. He quickly looked away, feeling a strange stirring in his groin.

It wasn't until he returned to the house that he realized how hard he was. He hurried to his room and let out a groan of relief as he came, thinking of Mary's lips wrapped around his cock, the soft suction of her mouth milking him dry.

After lunch, Alexio, the new foreman, came to your office in the house. He was a young Portuguese man, who the other servants said was not cruel. You instructed him to inform you of any mistakes that required punishment before punishment was meted out. You also instructed him that punishments must not injure the slaves. Mostly, you let Alexio handle them.

When you looked up from your accounting book, Alexio said, "Sir, Mary made a mistake this week. When she was gathering firewood in the forest, she tripped and lost most of the wood in the river. She came back with only two small logs. She seems very clumsy."

"Very well, Alexio. I will handle this punishment myself. Bring Mary here. We shall discuss her mistake and the consequences."

Artur sat at his desk in the plantation office, waiting for Mary. He sipped on a cup of tea and reviewed the financial reports for the week. The numbers were steady, but he knew he needed to increase production to expand his business.

The door swung open and Mary entered, her head bowed. The sight of her filled him with a mix of disappointment and desire. She stood before him, her dark skin glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving beneath the new dress. He couldn't help but feel a twinge in his cock.

"You wanted to see me, Sir," she said in a quiet trembling voice.

"Yes, do you know why you're here?" you ask sternly.

"Yes, Sir. I fell and dropped the firewood in the river. I'm very sorry, Sir," she said, her body shaking a little.

"That's correct. Now it's time for your punishment," you said. "Undress and come lay across my lap." You rubbed your hands together, preparing to spank her again. Her eyes flew up to look you straight in the eyes, and you noticed her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Yes, Sir," she said quietly with no emotion in her voice. She undid the ties and dropped the dress to the floor.

You smiled inwardly at her naked beauty, hoping it didn't reach your face. Your cock was definitely stirring.

She came over and laid across your lap. "Please be gentle, Sir."

You smacked her ass moderately hard, testing her reaction. She let out a small yelp and tried to adjust to the sensation. You couldn't help but notice how wet she was between her legs. You knew you had to be careful and not get too carried away. Your cock was pressing through your pantaloons against her belly.

"You've embarrassed us, Mary. This is not the first time you've made a mistake. We expect better from you. Now, brace yourself."

She whimpered as you began to spank her harder, your hand landing on her ass with a loud crack. The sound echoed through the room, filling you with a mix of satisfaction and shame. You tried to focus on your duty as her master, but the sight of her ass, black and bouncing in front of you, was too much to bear.

Her curvy behind glistened with sweat, her skin dark and supple, each slap of your hand echoing through the room like a drum. Mary's cries grew louder and more fervent, her body shaking beneath your hand. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the wood and leather of the office.

As your hand rained down on her ass, you knew you were pushing the boundary between punishment and desire. But you couldn't help it; her body, her moans, were too much for you to resist. And as her moans turned into screams of ecstasy, your cock erupted, pulsing against her smooth stomach. Suddenly, your mind flashed back to the last time you had spanked her, the look in her eyes, the way her body had responded. You had never seen such desire in her eyes before.

She laid on your lap, gasping for breath. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with gratitude. You helped her up, your hand lingering on her thigh for a moment before you let go.

As she reached for her dress, you couldn't help but watch the way her breasts bounced as she slipped it on. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin fabric. You swallowed hard, trying to control the rising desire within you.

"Mary, you will report directly to me from now on. I need to ensure that your job is done right," you said, trying to sound stern.

She nodded, looking at you with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes, Sir."

As she left the office, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You knew that you had to keep a distance from her, but the thought of her naked body under your hands and her cries of pleasure kept echoing in your mind.