Punishing a thieving slut

You grab a handful of her hair and one wrist and pull her across the office, pushing her face down on your couch, ignoring her squealing pleas.

Holding her hair to keep her controlled you roughly pull her skirt up over her ass, hearing a seam rip slightly as you do. She's wearing wispy tiny blue panties, that are in lovely contrast to her tanned ripe ass.

"Stop! Oh God Stop! You can't **** me, I didn't do anything. I didn't take anything," she cries, frantic with terror. Merciless, you grab her panties and tear them, the seam parting at one hip. With another tug you rip them loose and throw them aside.

"Please don't **** me, Please! I'm Sorry!" she pleads tearfully.

You sit on the couch and pull her across your lap, her delectable ass presented to you, squirming in panic.

"I'm not going to **** you, you thieving slut," you growl. "You're going to beg for it before I'm through with you." You land a hard smack across her inviting ass with the flat of your hand, still holding her hair.

"Oh God don't spank me, I can't stand that, I can't," she wails, struggling helplessly on your lap. You land another stinging blow and she cries out in a guttural moan, trying to wriggle her ass away from you. You can feel your cock hardening from the writhing of her lush body. You spank her again and she moans again, her pleas little more than nonsense words. Her struggles have parted her thighs and you can see the dark cleft of her sex between them.

You spank her again and she moans louder, raising her ass to you, offering it to you like a sacrifice.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you whore?" you rasp, and probe your fingers between her thighs, finding her drenched with her own juices. You roughly part her swollen lips and plunge two fingers into her, feeling her rock against your hand, wanting you deeper. You spank her again and she moans deeply, pushing up against you.

"I've been bad, I've been very bad," she pleads breathlessly. "I've been a bad girl. I try to be good but the bad always comes out." Her voice is whimpering, ragged with her pain and lust. She stares back at you over her shoulder, her mouth slack and wet.

You push her onto her knees on the floor, and look at her panting, disheveled body. One breast has escaped from her tight top, exposing a ripe brown nipple pierced by a stud. You squeeze it tightly and tug, bringing a yelp from her. A yelp half agony and half ecstacy. She bites her lip and stares at you, gasping. You grab the neckline of her top as though to rip and she grabs your hand.

"Please, I'll take it off. Please don't rip it." Her eyes plead with you.