Show her who's boss.

She whimpers as you lean over the top of her and start raining slaps on her firm, round ass, leaving a bright red handprint with every blow. Your office echoes with her muffled cries and the cracks of your palms on flesh, and soon your hand begins to hurt from the brutal **** on her backside. Out of breath, you take a moment to compose yourself, then undo your belt buckle and slip your leather belt out from the loops around your waist. You fold the belt over and start whipping her battered ass and thighs, leaving long red bruises on the surface of her skin.

She screams in pain and flinches with every blow, but doesn’t try to stop you or escape from her position. Finally, after several minutes of ****, you’re exhausted and drop the belt onto the ground. You feel a wet patch on the thigh of your pants and look down to see her pussy glistening with moisture.

She fucking enjoyed it.

“I lied by the way,” she breathes, turning her head to look up at you. Her eyes are red with tears, and her mascara is smeared all down her face. “I sent the agreements off last Wednesday to give them ample time to get there, and emailed a scanned copy to their legal department. I just came in to tell you they returned them signed this afternoon, and the deal’s finalized. But you understand now, right? You’re the boss. You’re in charge. You can do whatever you want, and take whatever you want.”

"You fucking stupid slut," you spit angrily. You spread her battered asscheeks open and press your thumb against the entry to her asshole.