Let her wake up on her own

You decide to sit at your desk and do some work while she sleeps, and you begin going over some pitch proposals, glancing over at the naked girl every now and then.

About ten minutes later she starts to stir, then with a sudden gasp she sits up, her eyes wide and confused. She glances around the room and sees you watching her, and a flush comes to her face. She folds her arms over her breasts shyly.

"I guess I went to sleep," she says quietly. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"No need to be. You had an exhausting session." Your words deepen her blush and she nods sheepishly.

"Yes Sir."

"Seems like you enjoyed it though," you smile at her. She blushes harder and looks down, avoiding your eyes.

"Yes Sir," she says quietly, squirming a little on the couch. "Thank you Sir."

You walk over and pull a chair up facing her. "Why are you thanking me?"

She looks up at you, meeting your eyes. "For trying to improve me, Sir. You're very good to me to try to help me get better." She bites her lower lip as she looks at you. You can't help but think how utterly delicious she looks sitting there.

"Why are you hiding your breasts?" you ask and she immediately drops her arms, exposing the pert round orbs.

"I'm sorry Sir," she looks pleading at you again, "please don't whip me again."

"I won't whip you for that. I just think you should show them off. They're lovely. You're lovely."

"Thank you Sir."

"You're welcome. You can get dressed and go back to work now." You gesture towards her clothes. She looks at them but makes no effort to move.

"May I speak, Sir?" she asks shyly, a tremor in her voice.

"Yes you may," you tell her, wondering what's coming next.

"When you whipped me I was so afraid and I was...was... was a bit mad at you, but I knew I'd been late and I deserved to be punished. But then when you put that thing in me," she shudders for a moment. "It filled me up and I was scared I was going to burst. And then you whipped me again and again while it buzzed inside me......" She's rocking her hips on the couch as she speaks, looking at you watching her. Her legs are parted and her hand strays to her pussy, her fingers tracing over the mound. "And I've never felt like that. Never, Sir. It just kept going and going and going and it hurt so much and felt so good all at the same time. I wanted it to stop and I didn't want it to ever stop."

"Are you trying to tell me that's the first time you've ever come?"

"I've never...come like that Sir. Nothing like that. I've never felt like this before. And this morning, when you spanked me and... played with me. That felt both good and bad too."

"Maybe you like being punished."

She looks at you, biting her lower lip for a moment. "I think I like being punished by you, Sir."

"The punishment is supposed to help you improve. If you don't improve you only have a few days and then you won't be being punished by me at all. You'll be gone."

"Yes Sir, I know Sir. I'm going to try very hard to please you because I want to work for you." She looks at you with a smile that manage to combine shyness and lewdness. "I'd like to please you now, Sir. If you'd let me."

She slides of the couch and crawls towards you on her hands and knees, her face looking up at you. She stops between your open knees, and rubs her hands down your thighs, staring into your eyes, her breath deepening.

"Let me please you Sir," she whispers, sliding her hands over the growing bulge in your pants. "Please allow me, Sir." She strokes you, then lowers her head and gently bites your cock through your pants. "Please let me. I want to show you what a good girl I can be."