He refines your punishment

He pulls out of your gasping body, leaving you sprawled on the floor dazed and shuddering. You're vaguely aware of him walking away and speaking on the phone, but your quivering body and dazzled mind lets you pay no attention.

Slowly you come back to some sense of reality, sitting up and looking at him as he hangs up his phone. You brush your tangled hair back from your face and blush, covering your ripe breasts with one arm as you see him watching you. A flood of shame and disgust at your behaviour surges through you, even more shame at the pleasure you took from his brutal fucking of you.

"You didn't have to do that," you sniffle. "I didn't steal anything. I put it back."

"A little while ago you were telling me you were a dirty little slut who needed her thieving whore cunt fucked." You blush deeper at the truth of his words and the sardonic tone of his voice.

"I get...I get...a little crazy when I'm spanked. I just kind of lose control. It does something to me," you answer quietly, looking at him from under your lashes. "Are you going to let me go?"

"Not yet. I don't think you've been punished enough for betraying my trust."

You bite your lip, looking at him from downcast eyes. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

"Oh, it's way better than that, slut. Way better. In fact here's the rest of it now," he chuckles, as there's a knock on the door. He opens it to admit two other men in shirts and ties, their gaze settling on your mostly naked body sitting on the floor.

"Is this the thief?" one asks. "She looks tasty." He gives you a smirking smile that makes you tremble.

"Wh..wha...what are you going to do?" you whimper, covering your breasts and staring at them in frightened dismay.

"Don't cover those up girl," the second man says, "Those are too good to hide."

"What do you have in mind, John?" the first man asks, glancing at your boss.

"She's in need of a lesson about stealing. I think between the three of us we can give it to her."

"Sounds like a plan," the newcomer replies. "Stop hiding those tits, bitch. We want to see them."

You feel like a terrified rabbit confronted by three hungry wolves. You keep one arm across your breasts while you try to pick up your discarded top and bra.

"Please...please don't hurt me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please...." you whimpers as the three of them come towards you. You try to scoot away from them but run into the couch. Your head swivels desperately, your eyes frantic for a way out. One of the men grabs your arm and pulls you part way to your feet. You struggle, trying to hit him, but he easily traps your other other arm.

"You have on too many clothes slut," your boss says, gesturing to your skirt. The other man grabs the garment, dragging it down over your hips and struggling leg as you writhe in the other man's strong grasp, your breasts jiggling, your eyes frantic.

"Please, Oh my God, please I'm so sorry," you plead as the two men strip you. Your boss pulls a set of handcuffs from his desk drawer pinions your wrists behind you and pushing you to your knees as you squeal and beg. You stare at him, panting helplessly and cursing your nipples, which have stiffened with excitement.

"She's good with her mouth," your boss says to the other two men, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. They grin and follow his lead, and the three of them surround you. Your eyes flash from one to the other of them, looking for mercy in their eyes and finding none.