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Chapter 32 by Shandy Shandy

What next?

Punish her

You stare at Meghan, who somehow manages to look both shy and wanton at the same time.
"Go and shut the door wench," you order and see her shudder before walking back to comply. As she walks back to you she's biting her lip, perhaps in trepidation, perhaps in anticipation. You gesture her to come around your side of the desk, pushing your chair back and standing up. She stands before you meekly, looking up at you, still biting your lip.

"Yes Mr. Chandler?" she murmurs. You seize her, turning her and pushing her face down over your desk. You hold her down with one hand as you start to pull her skirt up.

"Oh Mr. Chandler what are you doing, Oh my, you mustn't," she squeals, struggling in a completely ineffective way. You pull her skirt up, fully exposing her ass, and rub your fingers against her drenched cunt. She moans, pressing herself against your hand.

You open your drawer full of toys and find a vial of lubricant. Holding her down, you dribble it down the crack of her ass, then rub it into her rosebud. She gasps as your finger penetrates her, genuine alarm in her voice.

"What are you doing? Please stop, oh please, it hurts, please stop Sir, Please," she begs, the pitch of her voice rising. Ignoring her you pull a butt plug out of your drawer. When you remove your finger, she gives a sigh of relief and stops struggling. "Thank you Sir, thank you, you're good to me Sir," she gasps, then gasps in shock as she feels you slowly push the but plug into her ass.

"Oh God please stop, please don't take me there, please Sir, I'm begging please, please," she whines as you work the thick latex plug into her, stretching her taut rosebud. Ignoring her pleas you ease it into her, and she moans deeply, her hips rocking back to take the intruder even as she continues to protest.

When she has engulfed it all, you pull her skirt down.

"Stand up, wench," you tell her and she stands and looks at you with trepidation, tears on her cheeks.

"Sir?" she asks you, her voice trembling.

"You'll leave that in until I order otherwise," you tell her, and holding up a cordless remote you press a button and send a jolt of vibration through her. She gasps, stumbling, falling against you as the shock resonates through her.

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