Spank her

"Come back and put your hands on the desk," you command. "Pull up your dress. All the way up over your ass. Now put your elbows on the desk." She complies, an uncertain smile on her face, wriggling slightly. You stand behind her, enjoying the view. She's wearing stockings today, black patterned ones that come high on her thighs, and as you've ordered, no panties.

"You're getting obedient, I'll say that in your favor Meghan." You stroke the white mounds of her ass and she pushes against your touch, almost purring.

"I want to please you Mr. Chandler. I want to make you happy with me." With a sudden blow you spank one cheek of her ass and she flinches, crying out.

"Do you know why I'm spanking you, wench?"

"Because I've been a bad wench, Sir. I must have been a bad wench to be spanked. I'm sorry sir," she whimpers submissively.

"Who I fuck, or when I fuck them is no concern of yours, wench." You spank her again as you speak and she writhes.

"I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have spoken of it," she says meekly.

"I've told you that you haven't earned being fucked by me. It may be that you never earn it," you continue, spanking her again, then rubbing your fingers into her pussy. She's gushing, soaking your fingers with her juices. She moans as you finger her, pressing herself against you.

"I'll try to earn it sir. I'll try to be worthy of being...used by you," she pants, rubbing herself against you. You pull your fingers out of her.

"You're acting like a bitch in heat, wench." You thrust your pussy soaked fingers into her mouth. "Clean yourself off me," you command. She immediately complies, licking and sucking your fingers as she presses he ass against your crotch, feeling your hardening cock.

"I'll be your bitch, Sir. I'll be your slut, I told you I would. I'll do anything for you. Everything you did to Amanda you can do to me, Sir. I want you to sir," she whimpers, spreading her legs wider, the aroma of her arousal filling your nostrils.