He will slap her tits

Mr. Greene groped her tits. There was no other way to describe it. His hands moved all over them, paying no special attention to any parts. He kneaded them, squished her flesh between his rough hands. Chloe bit her lips to prevent any moans or whimpers from escaping.

She felt his manhood stiffen against her ass. Even through his pants, she could feel his penis respond to his violent assaults on her tits.

Then the manhandling stopped. His fingers started circling, closer and closer towards her sensitive nipples. The painful whimpers she had successfully contained were replaced by soft moans of pleasure, as he gently teased her nipples to attention.

He carefully fingered them. His thumb and index fingers massaged her nipples, only occasionally stopping to softly caress her breasts. As her breathing grew heavier, he started to drag his nails across her chest, leaving marks that quickly faded.

Mr. Greene moved around her, now facing her front.

“Feeling good, Chloe?” he asked, even though one look at her flustered face had already given him the answer.

“Yes sir. Mr. Greene.” Chloe corrected her answer, barely remembering to address him by the right title.

“Excellent.” Mr. Greene held an open up against her face. He moved it closer, until his palm rested against her mouth. Chloe didn’t know what to do? Was she expected to kiss it? To lick it? For now, she merely waited, letting him feel her ragged breath against his palm.

The hand slowly withdrew until he could barely feel her breath… and then it came crashing down on her left breast.

The sudden and unexpected **** broke through Chloes resolve, and a cry escaped her. The contrast between his earlier soft caresses and his sudden **** took her by surprise, and she could not suppress the pain from showing.

Mr. Greene lifted his hand again. This time, Chloe knew what to expect, and steeled herself… but the blow didn’t fall as expected. He held his hand until he saw her relax, and then it came slapping down, once again catching her by surprise.

“I will start by 40 slaps to your tits. Count them!”

Mr. Greene started slapping. He systematically brought his right hand against her left breast, then his left hand against her right. The slaps came in a steady rhythm, colouring her female flesh. Chloe focused on counting, and this simple exercise focused her thoughts and eased the pain.

“…38, 39, 40! Thank you, Mr. Greene.” At her count of 40, Mr. Greene stopped his methodical ****, and stepped back to admire the results. Her tits were a nice red colour, but Chloe held her position, hands still at her side.