Breaking you

You quiver in trepidation and fear, your anxiety and anticipation building as he stands silently behind you. The excited flutter in your belly is back, and you can feel a wet warmth growing in your pussy as you wait.

You give a sharp gasp as you feel his strong hand gently stroke the warm globe of your ass cheek, and you can't prevent yourself from wriggling and pressing yourself against it. Your breathing quickens at his caress, and you know that you are so close to complete surrender that it will take the slightest touch to push you over.

"Oh MY GOD!" you squeal as he smacks your ass with his hand. Your body twitches and an involuntary cry of shame and pain comes out of your mouth. Before you have time to react further, he slaps the other cheek, then the first again, the sounds of his hand striking your pliant flesh loud in the room.

You're whining, but you're also lifting your ass up, arching your back as if asking for more. He gives you another resounding slap and pauses, stroking and kneading your flesh for a moment before speaking.

"Strip your panties off," he growls. Without hesitation you reach behind you and tug them down over your ass then pull them down your thighs, letting them fall around your ankles. Your heart is pounding with forbidden excitement, both shamed and thrilled by your sudden compliance to his command.

Your ass tingles from the pain of the spanking, and your pussy is flowing with your arousal and aching with need. Your mind is in conflict, part of it wanting to beg for him to use you without mercy, the other wanting to shout defiance at him

"Please..." you whimper. "Don't spank me.. any more...it drives me crazy... I shouldn't be saying this... I don't want you. You're a beast... getting off on my helplessness. I don't want you..." You flush at how unconvincing you sound.

"You're getting off on your own helplessness, girl," he chuckles. "You love being bent over and spanked." He smacks your ass again, then rubs his fingers roughly between your legs, spreading your drenched labia, making you moan as you arch your back and press your overheated cunt against his invading fingers.

You gasp as you hear his zipper hiss, your voice catching in your throat.

"You want to get fucked, don't you Miss Carter? You want to be used like a little whore, taken like a bitch in heat. Tell me the truth." His voice is cold and mocking as his fingers have their way with your flesh.

He gives you another hard slap on the ass, forcing another frantic squeal out of you.

"I asked you a question, Miss Carter. Don't make me wait for an answer."

You wriggle your ass, whimpering as you try to form an answer. You dare not look back at him, afraid that Lisa will utterly disappear if you are captured by his cold compelling eyes. Your heart races, your blood pumping excitedly from your own awakened needs.

You wonder how you must look to him. Bent over his desk with your skirt pulled up and panties around your ankles. wondering if your sweet round rump and flowering pussy are exciting him. You bite your lip and moan as his fingers probe you, sending you deeper into a sex hungry haze. You no longer want to wait. You need his fat cock.

"Please.... fuck me..." you whimper. "I am yours to take... a dirty slut for you to own... oh god! Please fuck me, Sir..."