Spanking Continued

I never thought a spank would hurt like this. Lighting ran though my body and I cried out. Then agin…

SMACK! SMACK!

The shock burned through every nerve until there was no room for thought—only the raw pulse of it. My breath broke into small, uneven sounds that weren’t words. Heat blurred into pain, pain into something that emptied my head completely. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the tears hit the edge of the desk, hot and sudden. Weeks of sleepless nights, of pressure and fury and pride, came pouring out all at once.

He continued punishing my ass with his bare hand. He varied the pace, I dint know when the next one would land.

If I’d slept, if I’d kept control, maybe I could have stopped this before it began. But exhaustion had hollowed me out, left nothing but nerves and noise. All I could do was stand there and try to remember how to breathe.

Finally it stopped.

Again I felt his hand on my ass, but this time he was just running his fingers along it. They felt like something cool being put over a burn. They soothed the pain. But it was still too much for me to talk.

“God, you are beautiful,” he said in a whisper. ‘What I thought?’ his hands continued running over me not just my ass now they wandered lower down my thighs then up again. ‘How could he black mail me and spank me in Brad’s office then call me beautiful’ Suddenly I feel it. The heat building between my legs. My nipples were erect again. They had been for some time, they must have gotten that way during the spanking. Fuck what was wrong with me.

I was a mess, bent over a desk with my skirt up, panties down. My hair must have looked like I had walked through a wind tunnel. The tears had stopped, but had probably ruined my make up. “Here, let me show you.” The screen appeared in front of my face, and I watched transfixed. The video started with me bending over the desk and slowly lifting my skirt.

I felt his fingers brush against my pussy lips. My hips shifted involuntarily just a bit. I didn't mean to. It was the physical and emotional exhaustion, I had been horny for weeks and not, As I watched the images of me on the screen. Enthralled. I was getting even more aroused.

His hand moved to my clit. “No,” I whimpered. “You just said a spanking…..thats not…” Fuck it felt good to have someone touching me there.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, even though I couldn't see him, I could hear the smirk on his face. “Yes, Stop” it came out as a plea. I was dripping wet, and my legs were turning to jello. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that my body was enjoying this. “Ok, " he said. “All that's left of your punishment is for you to apologize"

“Fuck YOU!” as I said it his fingers slipped inside my dripping twat and my his rushed to meet him. “I am not going to apologize….” oh fuck he was fingering me and rubbing my clit…… I was losing control again. I need this to stop.

“OK, I'm sorry!” His fingers were working faster now, sliding in and out even as his thumb pressed into my clit and rubbing in little circles.

“For…?” He was mocking me, and I couldn't help but raise my ass to meet his fingers, to give him more access. Shit! I was close to cumming from this low life nobody, who was blackmailing me. I wanted to cry again… it was so humiliating…

“For Trying to steal Brad’s files!” I blurted out, his fingers were working even faster. I was tight and starting to feel an orgasm build up. Just a little more….. No I needed…. I had to stop this. His pace slowed suddenly almost to a crawl. Keeping me just on the edge, I felt the orgasm recede, but linger, even as was balancing on the balls of my toes and my hips were trying to hump his hand.

“I don't care about that, I want you to apologize for disobeying me” he said and again he quickened his pace. Oh god this was soooo much worse then the spanking. It was harder to think now, then when he had been slapping my ass. I was soo close to cumming I had to stop him… I…fuck… just a little…..

“I'm sorry for disobeying you!” I shouted. I was almost there so close. But then it suddenly stopped. No. Fuck I was so close, if he just kept going a little more. I could feel the lips to my pussy lewdly quivering as my own juices ran down my legs.

“Good.” It was such a matter of fact tone that he used. I heard his camera snap a few more pictures before he departed.

Fuck. What just happened?