Mr. Greene adds some ornaments

Catherine took a deep breath to steady herself. Still with her head down, with lingering pain from her spanking, and with fresh cum dripping from her aching pussy, she managed to sound almost normal as she said her mandatory “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, Catherine.” Mr. Greene actually sounded like this was a normal conversation, and not one where one part still had his flaccid dick hanging out, and the other was spread naked across a desk.

“I hope this will prevent such errors in the future.”

“I have learned my lesson, sir. I will not repeat my error.” With that apology, Catherine started to rise, only to be pushed back down. Mr. Greene placed his right hand back between her shoulders, and gave a small shove. Not forcefully, but enough to remind Catherine of her place. “Can I get up?”, she asked.

“Just a second. Pleases stay as you are while I get a few items.”

Catherine had ****. She held her gaze fixed at the floor, while she heard Mr. Greene rummage in his drawers. Then he gave her a direct order. “Look up.”

As Catherine obeyed, she looked directly into the Fairfield Financials logo. The two intertwined F’s were elegantly engraved on a clear stainless steel circle… attached to a butt plug.

“I assume you want to heat this to body temperature before we insert it?” Mr. Greene asked, and Catherine obediently opened her mouth. The plug had a large diameter, but wasn’t especially long, and she closed her lips around it without any problems. Mr. Green stepped back and looked down at her.

Her mascara was running in lines down her cheeks. When he had spanked her, and later as he had fucked her, she had obviously cried. Her beautifull plump lips closed perfectly around the butt plug, and the Fairfield Financials logo shone like an steel pacifier in her mouth.

As the steel plug warmed in her mouth, Mr. Greene moved around the desk. He prided himself on not being overly cruel, and Catherine had demonstrated an admirable will to learn from her punishment. As such, he was happy to provide her some small mercies, such as not inserting a cold steel butt plug into her. Another mercy he was willing to extend become obvious when he slowly started to lube up her ass.

For Catherine it did not feel like mercy. She knew it was meant as such, but right now it just felt like further humiliation. Here she was, naked, her mouth full of a steel instrument which would soon go into her ass. Meanwhile, her supervisor was pouring oil over and into said ass. His fingers propped and probed, massaging the lube into her anal opening. It didn’t take long before he inserted a finger into her and started oiling up her insides. One finger felt odd, but not unpleasant.

“I think you’re ready now,” he said, and Catherine reached up and plucked the plug from her own mouth. She closed her eyes and bit her lips in anticipation, as she reached back and handed it to him.

“Here we go. Just relax.”

The oil had helped. And warming it in her mouth sure helped as well. Even then, she was not prepared for the width of the thing Mr. Greene slowly pushed it into her. The conical shape slowly extended her anus. Mr. Greene twisted the butt plug, as if he was drilling a screw into her. The sideways motions wasn’t helpful at all, but Catherine knew that is she opened her mouth, she risked screaming instead of speaking. So she clinched her fists and bit her lips, as the plug violated her ass.

And then it was in, and she could finally relax. Mr. Greene stepped back and enjoyed the view of the double F-logo proudly poking out between her buttocks.