No, but you don't fare so well

"Please stop, Dave! Please, Marina, take away my orgasms now, I can't hold back any longer, please…" Chloe's increasingly **** pleas degenerate into unintelligible babbling and you're sure her climax is now unavoidable, but just when her hips begin to spasm at the peak of ecstasy, the vibrator falls silent and Dave snatches his fingers from their humid prison, a wide grin on his face. It takes a second for the nearly-orgasmic teenager to register the fact that she's been spared the ultimate humiliation, then she thanks her tormentors as profusely as she was begging them for mercy a moment ago.

"No orgasms for three months, young lady," Marina cuts off the stream of gratitude and Chloe gasps in shock. You don't blame her; three months without the pleasure of the ultimate relief is almost unimaginable for you and she's even younger.

"Yes, Marina," the blonde replies, eyes downcast, either in submission or shame at her near loss of control.

Marina pulls some sanitary wipes from her bag, hands one to Dave and starts applying the rest to her vibrator. The intern cleans his fingers whilst walking over to you and for a moment you think he's going to be the one to check you for signs of excitement, but he just asks whether you're ready to go, as if what he just did were the most normal thing in the world.

Francesca nods and gestures at you to lead the way, but this shouldn't be happening. You're recently spanked, so your rules say you ought to be examined, not that you really want to be, but it's hardly fair for you escape the consequences of your own decisions. Surely Francesca will do it, you think, even if Dave's forgotten in the heat of the moment, but no, nothing. Still, you can't exactly bring the subject up yourself, so you just smile and head for the door.

"Wait a moment!" Chloe's voice unexpectedly rises behind you and you turn to see her try to hurry towards you, only to yelp as her well-strapped tits bounce agonizingly with the sudden movement. She bites her lip and slows to a more sedate pace, but continues to approach.

"I'm sorry about this, but we need to check Jenna for visible signs of arousal."

"Of course," Francesca responds as though it were up to her, "go ahead."

"Thank-you," Chloe replies with a smile. "Jenna, would you mind coming to the front, where the light is better?"

That's an excuse and you all know it. The aim is to increase your embarrassment and exposure, but there's no polite way to demur, so you accept the invitation and follow the youngster into full view of all her colleagues (who, you notice, all seem happy to take a break from their work to watch). You hope she's not doing this because she thinks you were enjoying her earlier plight, although to a certain extent you were, of course.

"Alright, turn around and put one foot on the chair, please, Jenna."

It's a familiar position, the same one she was made to adopt for her cleaning and examination. You thought at the time that it must have been totally degrading and now that is thoroughly confirmed. It feels like everyone can see your most intimate parts, because they can and they're not shy about it, craning forwards in the seats for a better view. Marina and Evelyn in particular lean over to give you a good look and it's the woman who says what everyone must be thinking.

"Oh, no, that just won't do." She points to the drying trickle on your thigh and tuts disgustedly. "That is quite unacceptable in any circumstances. Chloe, would you like to borrow my vibrator?"

"Yes, thank-you, Marina. That would be very helpful."

The blonde teenager kneels between your legs and presses the bulbous tip of the implement, not on your clitoris, but the middle of your vulva. The surface is rougher than you expect and it hurts the sensitive flesh already made sore by the ill-treatment it received a few hours ago. Chloe gently but firmly twists the head of the vibrator left and right, working it inexorably between your lips. Suddenly, you realize she intends to insert it right inside you, but surely it's too big.

"It won't fit," you react in panic.

"Yes it will." It is Marina who contradicts you, with such certainty that you believe her, even over the signals of pain erupting through your own body.

Tears are pricking your eyes when the large tip finally overcomes your resistance and settles securely into your silken sheath. It's still very uncomfortable and you're really not looking forward to Chloe taking it out, but one advantage is that at least the intense discomfort will make it a lot easier to resist climax in the upcoming ordeal.

No sooner have you had this thought than Chloe flicks the speed control to a medium pace and the vibrator surges to life. It is certainly powerful, the vibrations resonating through your whole body, even making your ribcage throb, but Chloe has expertly managed to centre the stimulation on the exact spot that will make it hardest to resist. You whimper helplessly, your nipples already stiff and craving to be touched, the ache from Francesca's strap just magnifying the desire rising within you.

You grip the edge of the desk behind you for support. Chloe isn't moving the vibrator. She knows it's in the right place and she can start to think about other forms of stimulation, but you're more than a little shocked when she leans forwards and presses her tongue to your clitoris.

Your body jerks and it's only by the narrowest margin that you manage to restrain yourself. Chloe looks up and you would swear she's smiling as she wriggles her tongue around your love bud, sucking on it and tickling the tip, before resuming long, sweeping licks. You look towards the ceiling, then close your eyes, but blocking out the prying eyes of your audience just makes it easier to get lost in the pleasure, so instead you try to concentrate on the faces watching you, but then their expressions fuel your fantasies of humiliation and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

After the unfortunate encounter in the bathroom this afternoon, you would have sworn it would be a few days at least before you would be ready to think about sexual fulfilment, but as you start to pant with desire, you realize that your body is more resilient than you knew.

Then Chloe turns the vibrator to high.

You fight as long as you can, but Chloe's insidious tongue, combined with the even more energetic pulsations in your sopping sex, pushes you to the climax that now feels inevitable. She changes to rapid flicks, then swirls, then back and you quiver with passion and strain.

"Stop, please! I can't hold back!" You admit defeat, but remembering Chloe's torment, you don't expect to get off that easily and sure enough, she shows no sign of letting up.

"Please, Chloe, I'm so close, I can't take any more!"

She's holding your paddled bum with one hand so she can press harder with her tongue, but you hardly notice the pain, so much concentration is it taking to hold back, a battle that you are destined to lose.

You don't know how long you continue to beg, but when Chloe finally forces you to the peak, you expect her to stop as Marina and Dave did, leaving you aching and unfulfilled, which is why it is a shock when she just keeps going, sucking and stimulating you until you cum so hard your legs give way and only a pair of strong arms keeps you from collapsing to the ground.

You think it should be over, but Chloe doesn't let up, turning the vibrator to maximum, making you jerk and spasm helplessly until you're spent and sore. Now the pain that was in abeyance while you were approaching the climax redoubles its **** on your senses and you start to struggle, but the arms supporting you hold you firmly and you're unable to escape as talented tongue is replaced by tortuous teeth, the young journalist at your feet gnawing cruelly on your hypersensitive clitoris. You scream, begging now for respite rather than denial, but Chloe is merciless, continuing until you're too weak to fight, then turning the vibrator back to medium and starting to lick and tease you once more.

And so it starts again, slowly teasing you until you ache with arousal, then intensifying to the point you can't take any more and beg to be placed in denial, before finally forcing you to another climax and torturing you for what seems like an eternity, then doing it all again.

You lose count of the number of increasingly painful and exhausting orgasms the skilled blonde forces from your unwilling body. They quickly stop being pleasurable, even without the touch of her teeth on your raw nub, but you barely have the strength to beg any more. At some point Evelyn (who caught you when you collapsed) and another colleague lower you gently to the floor, but Chloe just keeps going. The heady mixture of pain and pleasure means you can't even pass out.

When your ordeal finally ends, you're not sure whether it's because Chloe has tired or the vibrator has run out of juice. Either way, your lack of self control has been amply demonstrated and all that remains is to accept your punishment.