No he did not.

Kyle's grin fades, replaced by a sinister expression. "Ah, yes. I remember now. You made me rush to work this morning, didn't you? I think it's only fair that I punish you for that. You know what you did wrong, don't you?" He gently takes her face in his hand and tilts it up towards him.

"What? But you have work duties!" Emma protests, but she knows she's in trouble. "I didn't mean to make you rush. I just wanted to..." She trails off, feeling her cheek burn from the sting of Kyle's hand. "What the fuck? I can't even talk to you about work without you getting pissed?" She snorts derisively, then gasps as he slaps her across the other cheek.

"Okay, okay," Emma whispers, rubbing her stinging cheek. "I know I shouldn't have done that. I just got worried when you didn't respond. I'm sorry. What do you want to do to me?" Her eyes meet his, pleading for mercy, even as a shiver of anticipation runs through her. "Please, Kyle?"

"Good girl," Kyle praises her, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think you could use a nice, hard spanking. Get over my lap, Emma." He guides her, nudging her gently until she's positioned across his lap.

"Now, Emma," Kyle says, his voice low and threatening. "I want you to lift your skirt up and show me those pretty panties of yours." His hand begins to slide up and down her ass, teasing her flesh through the fabric of her panties.

"Yes, Kyle," Emma says, her voice shaking. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you rush this morning." She lifts her skirt, revealing her black lace panties to him. "Please, punish me. I deserve it." She winces as he begins to spank her, feeling the sting of his hand on her ass.

"That's it, Emma," Kyle growls, his grip on her flesh tightening. "You like that, don't you? You like knowing who's in charge here." He continues to spank her, harder and faster, making her cry out. Kyle swings his hand, feeling the skin of his hand slap against Emma's ass, leaving a stinging sensation that spreads through her whole body. He watches as her cheeks turn a deep shade of red and tears begin to well up in her eyes. He can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he's causing her so much pain.

"You're doing very well, Emma," Kyle says, his voice strained as he tries to maintain control. "I'm proud of you. Just take your punishment like the good little slut you are." He draws back his hand and brings it down hard on her ass, making her cry out in pain. "Thank you, Kyle," she whimpers through tears. "Thank you for punishing me."

Kyle can feel the heat emanating from Emma's ass as he continues to spank her. He watches her body jerk with each impact, and listens to the muffled sobs that escape her lips. Her ass is now a bright shade of red, and he knows that she's in real pain. He slows his pace, taking his time to savor the sight of her burning ass. He raises his hand high above her, letting it fall sharply against her ass cheek, eliciting a sharp cry from her.

Emma's cries turn from muffled sobs to uncontrolled wails as the pain becomes too much to bear. "Please, Kyle," she whimpers, "I've had enough." Her hips buck wildly, seeking relief from the relentless onslaught of his hand.

"Oh, Emma," Kyle says with mock concern. "I didn't realize I was hurting you." He pauses for a moment, then delivers a sharp smack to her already sore ass. "But this is a punishment, isn't it? You agreed to receive it." He smacks her again, harder this time, making her cry out in pain.

"Did you learn your lesson, Emma?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. "Do you understand now that I'm in charge?" He trails his hand down her exposed thigh, teasingly close to her wetness before pulling it away. "Because if you don't, I'll just have to keep punishing you." He pauses, waiting for her response.

"I-I learned my lesson," Emma whimpers, her voice barely audible over her sobs. "Please, Kyle. Please, stop." Her ass twitches involuntarily as she awaits his next move. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Hearing her apologetic tone, Kyle's grip on her hair tightens. He spanks her one last time, harder than any of the others, making her cry out in pain. "I'm glad you learned your lesson, Emma," he says, his voice cold and distant. "But I think I'm going to keep punishing you just a little bit longer."

He yanks her forward roughly, forcing her to kneel on the couch with her hands behind her back. "Spread your legs," he growls, and she obediently parts her knees. Kyle grins, admiring the view of her reddened ass cheeks and her swollen, wet folds. "You're such a dirty little slut," he whispers, tracing a finger along her slit before pushing it inside her. "Fuck yeah, that's it."

Emma arches her back, moaning as Kyle pushes his finger deeper inside her. She's so hot and so wet, and the pain from her ass only makes her want him more. "Yes," she whispers, "please." Her hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact. "Please, Kyle. Fuck me hard."

"Fuck yeah, you're such a dirty little slut," Kyle growls, pulling his finger free of her. He positions himself behind her, lining his hard cock up with her wet folds. "You want this?" he asks, before thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside her.

Emma cries out in pain as Kyle's waist smacks in her beaten ass. It feels so good, so right. "Oh, fuck yes," she gasps, arching her back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me harder, Kyle. Take what you want." Her hands grip the couch cushions, nails digging into the fabric as she is consumed by the heat and the pleasure and the pain.

Kyle's thrusts are rough and demanding, slamming into her over and over again. Emma's body is a blur of movement as she tries to match his pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her ass is on fire, but she doesn't care. She wants more. She wants him deeper, harder, faster. The pain in her ass only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body as Kyle continues to fuck her roughly from behind.

The room spins as Kyle's thrusts grow more frantic, his hips slamming against her ass. He's so close, she can feel it. And then, with a growl that vibrates through her body, he releases himself inside her. His hot seed fills her up, spilling over her swollen folds.

As Kyle's thrusts slow, Emma's body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Oh, God," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I didn't think it was possible to feel so much." She leans back against him, feeling his warmth and strength as he holds her close. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat. "This was definitely better than any sex I had with my fiance."

Kyle smiles, amused by her attempt at being coy. "I haven't finished with you yet." He pulls her back against him roughly, positioning his cock at her entrance. "Now, who's the dirty little slut who wants this big cock in her again?"