She needs more punishment.

You pull out of the curvy brunette, letting go of her legs. She sprawls on the floor panting, one hand stroking her clit, her body still shuddering gently. You stare down at her, considering options, then go to your desk and make a phone call to a colleague in another department of the company.

"Steve, it's John," you say when he answers.

"Hey John, good to hear from you. What's up?"

"I need your help with something. Fact is, I caught this temp secretary trying to steal my wallet."

"Really. You call the cops?"

"No. She's a hot little piece of ass, so I decided to fuck her instead. However, and this is where you come in, I don't think she's been punished enough. If you're not too busy this morning, why don't you come by my office and lend a hand."

"I can clear my schedule. What's she look like?"

"Brunette. Nice round tits. Pierced nipples. Great ass."

"Sounds great. I'll be right up. Hey, Jerry Young is in my office right now. We were just shooting the shit. How about...."

"Bring him along," you say, interrupting him and hanging up.

You look over at Lisa who has recovered somewhat. She's sitting up, looking a bit dazed and bedraggled, brushing her hair back from her face. She sees you watching her and covers her breasts with one arm.

"You didn't have to do that," she sniffles. "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." She blushes at your words.

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

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

She bites her lip, looking at you 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," you say, as there's a knock on the door. You open it to admit Steve and Jerry who come in looking around your office, their gaze settling on the mostly naked girl on your floor.

"Is this the thief?" Steve asks. "She looks tasty." His gives her a smirking smile. She trembles as the three of you stare at her.

"Wh..wha...what are you going to do?" she whimpers, covering her breasts and staring at you in frightened dismay.

"Don't cover those up girl," Jerry says, those are too good to hide." You don't know Jerry well, he's a friend of Steve's more than yours. You know that he's recently divorced for the second or third time and spends a lot of his spare time working out and running. Like Steve, he's in his late thirties, just a few years younger than you.

Steve looks at you. "What do you have in mind, John?"

"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," Jerry says. "Stop hiding those tits, bitch. We want to see them."

Lisa looks like a terrified rabbit confronted by three hungry wolves. She keeps one arm across her breasts while her other scrabbles, trying to pick up her discarded top and bra.

"Please...please don't hurt me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please...." she whimpers as the three of you come towards her. She tries to scoot away from you but runs into the couch. Her head swivels desperately, her eyes frantic for a way out. Jerry grabs her arm and pulls her part way to her feet. She struggles, trying to hit him, but easily traps her other arm.

"You have on too many clothes slut," you say, gesturing to her skirt. Steve nods and reaches to pull it off, dragging it down over her hips and struggling legs. She writhes against Jerry's strong grasp, her breasts jiggling, her eyes frantic.

"Please, Oh my God, please I'm so sorry," she pleads as the two men strip her. While they're busy you retrieve a set of handcuffs from your desk, and returning you pinion her wrists behind her. She stares at you, panting helplessly and you can't help but notice that her nipples are hard and stiff.

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