Lots

He grabs a handful of your hair and one wrist and pulls you across the office, pushing you face down onto a couch, ignoring your squealing pleas.

.Holding your hair to keep you controlled he roughly pulls your skirt up over your ass. You hear a seam rip slightly from his roughness. You know that the tiny wispy blue panties and your tanned ripe ass are exposed to him and you struggle helplessly, panic building in you.

"Stop! Oh God Stop! You can't **** me, I didn't do anything. I didn't take anything," you cry, frantic with terror. Merciless, he grabs your panties and tears them, the seam parting at one hip. With another tug he rips them loose and throws them aside.

"Please don't **** me, Please! I'm Sorry!" you plead tearfully.

He sits on the couch and pulls you across his lap, your delectable ass squirming in panic.

"I'm not going to **** you, you thieving slut," he growls. "You're going to beg for it before I'm through with you." He lands a hard smack across your ass with the flat of his hand, still holding your hair.

"Oh God don't spank me, I can't stand that, I can't," you wail, struggling helplessly on his lap. He lands another stinging blow and you cry out in a guttural moan, trying to wriggle your ass away from him. You can feel his cock hardening in his pants from the writhing of your lush body. He spanks you again and you moan again, your pleas little more than incoherent nonsense.

Your struggles have parted your thighs and you can feel the warm moisture of your arousal starting to flow. You've always been excited by being spanked, loving it when boyfriends have slapped your ass, getting you hot and lust crazy before fucking you hard. Despite the situation and the terror you feel, your body can't seem to help itself.

He spanks you again and and you moan louder, raising her ass to him, offering it to him like a sacrifice, lust battling with fear inside you.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you whore?" he rasps. His fingers probe between your thighs, finding you drenched and ready. He roughly parts your swollen lips and plunges two fingers into you, and without hesitation you rock against his hand, wanting him deeper. He spanks you again and you moan deeply, pushing up against him your resistance crumbling

"I've been bad, I've been very bad," you plead breathlessly. "I've been a bad girl. I try to be good but the bad always comes out." Your voice is whimpering, ragged with pain and lust. You stare back at him over your shoulder, your mouth slack and wet.

He pushes you onto your knees on the floor, and looks at your panting, disheveled body. One breast has escaped from your tight top, exposing a ripe brown nipple pierced by a stud. He squeezes it tightly and tugs, bringing a yelp that's half agony and half ecstasy from her. You bite your lip and stare at him, gasping, your chest heaving. He grabs the neckline of your top as though to rip and you grab his hand.

"Please, I'll take it off. Please don't rip it." Your eyes plead with him.