Chapter 6: Wheel-Barrow Spanked to Orgasm

Continued from chapter 5:

I readjust our position, turning the chair to face the mirror. I sit back down and help Stacy into the wheelbarrow position, her head down, her hair hanging like a curtain around her face.

"Stacy," I whisper, "please remove the panties from your mouth and hand them to me.

”I want your mouth to be free to sing the orgasm song."

She obeys, and I tuck the panties into my pocket. I slide my left hand between the slick folds of her sex and get to work. With my right hand, I begin to gently spank and rub her swollen bottom, coaxing her towards the edge.

Every time she approaches, I pull her back from the cliff. It's a delicious torment. She mewls with a mix of rage, humiliation, arousal, and frustration, trying to rub herself on my hand that is no longer moving to stimulate her.

"Stacy, look at me in the mirror. Do not break eye contact, whatever you do,” I command, my voice firm.

"I know it will be humiliating for you to watch me watch you orgasm, but that is exactly what you are going to do, or I will use a hairbrush to spank all that sweet aftercare we just put into your punished bottom. Beg me, naughty girl. What do you want me to do to you?"

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Her breath hitches as she locks eyes with her own shattered reflection, her face a mask of raw desperation and wanton submission.

"I want to cum... I want to come for you... I want to be your perfect little slut... I want to scream your name as I fall apart... I want to be yours... completely... totally... I beg you... please let me come... I'll do anything... anything at all..."

She pleads, her voice breaking with **** need.

She grinds her hips frantically against my hand, chasing her release, tears streaming down her face at the exquisite **** of being denied. In the mirror, I see her reflection trembling, mascara-smeared cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, lips parted in a silent scream of frustration. She tilts her chin up, staring directly into the mirror with teary, glowing eyes, her voice trembling with raw hunger.

"Make me come... make me scream... make me beg harder... I want to be your dirty little secret... your wicked little girl... your most obedient servant... please... let me cum…"

"Okay, baby. Here we go," I murmur, feeling her body coil like a spring ready to release.

"Keep your eyes locked on mine, whatever you do, do not look away. I want to watch la petite mort, your little ****. I want to watch the pleasure pour from your body until you are wrung out and spent."

I begin to spank her in earnest while slowly coaxing her sex to open to me.

"Tell me what is happening to you, Stacy. Tell me what you feel as a woman about to orgasm. Talk me through all of it with every dirty detail. I want you to tell me what is happening. Tell me what it is like to be you right now, and I will unplug the stopper and let you have release."

Her entire body shudders as the spanking intensifies, her breath coming in short, broken gasps as she stares into the mirror with wide, dilated pupils.

"It's... it's like electricity coursing through every nerve ending... my skin is on fire, every touch igniting me further... I can feel myself tightening, clenching around your fingers as they delve deeper inside me... it's like I'm being split open, consumed by this all-encompassing need..."

She gasps, her voice breaking with **** need. She hisses sharply as I hit a particularly sensitive spot, her back arching.

"It feels... it feels like fire and ice... like my skin is on fire and my insides are melting... I can feel every single slap... every single touch... I'm burning up inside... my pussy is dripping... I can't... I can't... oh god, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

She whimpers, her fingers digging into the carpet as she strains against the overwhelming sensations, her voice breaking with **** need.

"My clit is throbbing... my legs are shaking... I'm so close... so close... I can feel it... the waves... the electricity... I'm going to explode... I'm going to come... I'm going to come for you…"

Her voice rises in pitch, growing more frantic as the tension coils tighter.

"Come for me, baby.”

I encourage her, my voice low and commanding, timing my spanks with the roll of her hips as she grinds against my hand.

"You are not the boss, you are nothing but pleasure and orgasmic glory."

Stacy begins to cry again, looking deep into my soul as the dam breaks and it all comes out. I could cry just watching this beautiful release, but I have the responsibility to see her through to the end. I spank her through it, following the bucking of her hips with my fingers massaging her folds and rosebud.

My pants are soaked like I've been standing in waist-deep water. Her whole body goes rigid like a starfish and her screams shatter the air. I continue to spank and coax. She screams and sobs, not from pain or humiliation any longer, but with triumph and pure, undignified joy.

Her body convulses violently, her screams echoing off the walls as she reaches the peak of her ecstasy, her entire form trembling with the **** of her climax.

"I'M COMING! I'M COMING FOR YOU! I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN!"

She screams, her voice raw and primal.

She collapses forward, her forehead hitting the carpet as her breath comes in ragged, broken sobs, her body still quivering with aftershocks. She lifts her head, eyes glistening with tears, and stares at herself in the mirror—her face red, her lips swollen, her hair a complete disaster, her makeup smeared and running down her cheeks like war paint.

"I'm... I'm yours... forever... I belong to you... I was never meant to be anything else..."

She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with awe and devotion.

I help her to her feet like a baby deer taking her first steps. She sits on my lap and curls into me. I hold her sweating, naked form tight against me as she sobs into my chest.

I rub her back and soothe her until she appears to have fallen asleep. Her breathing is slow and even, her head resting against my chest as she lies curled in my arms, still damp from the ordeal and the sweat of her climax.

She stirs slightly in my arms, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly regains consciousness. As awareness returns, a soft, contented sigh escapes her lips, and she snuggles closer to my warmth. Her voice is hoarse and raspy from screaming, but there's a newfound peace in her tone as she murmurs,

"That was... incredible. I've never felt anything like that before. You've awakened something in me, something I didn't even know existed."

She tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes shining with adoration and gratitude.

"Thank you for showing me my true place, for giving me the freedom to let go and just... be."

"Mmm... you're so warm..." she murmurs sleepily, her fingers curling into my shirt as if afraid I might disappear.

"I didn't think... I didn't think anyone would ever... ever make me feel like this..."

Her eyelids flutter, her voice soft and ****.

"I'm... I'm so tired... but I don't wanna leave you..."

A tiny whimper escapes her as she nuzzles closer, her body instinctively seeking comfort and safety in my embrace.

"Promise you'll stay... promise you won't let me be alone…"

"Never," I promise, holding her close.

"This was fun. Perhaps one day you'll return the favor."

I smile to myself, knowing that come tomorrow, our roles will go back to the way they were, and she will be the boss again, and I, her secretary. But right now, in this moment, none of that matters.

I clothe her with my shirt, and she swims in it. I scoop her up and carry her to bed. We lay down together, big spoon and little spoon, the darkness swimming before us as we begin to fall asleep.

Her fingers trace lazy circles on my arm as she snuggles deeper into my warmth, her breath tickling my neck as she sighs contentedly.

"Your shirt smells like you... like home..."

She yawns, her voice thick with sleep, and presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder.

"Tomorrow... Tomorrow I'll be the boss again... but tonight... tonight I'm just... just your sleepy little girl."

Her eyelids droop, her body relaxing completely against mine.

"I love you... I guess... I mean... I don't know what that means... but I know I don't want to lose this..."

Her words fade into a peaceful murmur as she drifts off, her heartbeat slowing against my chest.

"Stay... stay with me..."

To be continued in chapter 7...