Still keeping count?

Neither woman appeared to be in a celebatory mood.

Too bad.

With Sophie at +84 and Ulla at +95 their feelings hardly mattered.

Only mine did.

“Will, um, Lana be joining us in the celebration… sir?”, Sophie asked with a strange excitement in her tone.

That’s right. The perverted freak still couldn’t get enough of me facefucking Lana.

“Nope, I’m sure the three of us are plenty.”

She was immediately downcast.

Ulla did everything she could just to stay quiet and avoid my gaze.

“Looks like I have to remind both of you about the new, inter-office point system, that I told you about last Friday. I’ll be giving you points and taking away points based on how much you can please me. Just following my orders gives you no points, but doing them in a way that pleases me or going in for the extra effort or predicting what I would like… that gets you plus points. And, obviously, being difficult about everything gets you minus points.”

The effect of my reminder was barely visible. Sophie stood a bit straighter, and Ulla tried her best to not sulk so much.

“If any of you actually get to plus 50 points… You get to ask me anything, and I have to give it to you.”

Still wasn’t sure about that one, but I wanted to give them at least some hope to strive for.

“Minus 50, on the other hand, gets you into the punishment zone. And here’s the thing. Usually I might punish you for fun, and heck, you might even enjoy it as well. This would be a little different. You would definitely NOT enjoy this. Hell, it might even be too brutal for me to enjoy.”

I let that sink in, before continuing with a smirk.

“…Okay, that one’s a lie. I’d definitely enjoy it. Your tears are just extra lube to me.”

That made them shift quite a bit. Some words of protestations bubbled in Sophie’s throat, but never came out.

“And the one thing about that I forgot to mention last time… The points don’t reset. If you enter -50 zone, you will be punished constantly until you get out of it. Hell, you might even enter -100 territory, at which point things… well, let’s just hope we never have to find out what happens there.”

They took that information in silence. Until Sophie spoke up.

“What- What about the positive side?”

“A good question. Once you get to +50 and make your request, it resets back to 0. You get one plus point for asking that and not complaining about the system.”

A confused smile flashed on Sophie’s face for a second.

“So… if my memory is correct, Sophie now has -9 points and Ulla here has -15 points. There’s still a lot of shaping up to do.”

An annoyed growl escaped from Ulla. I decided to ignore it this once.

“So, with that out of the way, how would you two suggest we celebrate? Give me nice choices.”

Sophie and Ulla glanced at each other.

Who had the guts to start?

Surprisingly, the recently humbled Ulla did. “Um, I guess we could like… go out for drinks?”

I sighed. “Minus five points for Ulla. You cannot possibly be that naïve.”

“What?”, she voiced in frustration. “You can’t always- I mean, if you want to fuck us just fuck us! Please stop making everything a fucking childish game!”

“Oof. Giving me orders. That’s an immediate -20 points. That leaves your total at… minus 40. Better be careful now.”

I was sort of hoping she’d push herself over the edge, but she had the good sense to stop herself.

“We could… s-strip nude for your enjoyment?”, Sophie shyly suggested. (SOPHIE: +1SP) (+85SP)

Ulla looked annoyed, but didn’t say anything.

“I think that’s a good start, but not very imaginative. No points. But do it anyways.”

After a small, confused hesitation, both started taking off every piece of clothing they had. I was glad we had reached the point where it was hardly even an issue.

Then, both of my sexy writers had their glistening, smooth, nude bodies standing in front of me.

Ulla did her best to hide her critical areas while stripping, but soon realized it was pointless since I would never allow for that.

I spent a minute just drinking in their forms as the bulge in my pants grew.

“Okay. I’m still waiting for good suggestions how we should celebrate finishing this month’s issue. Ulla. It’s your turn again.”

Ulla thought about it a few seconds, then spoke through gritted teeth.

“Just bend us over your desk and fuck us.”

I sighed again.

“No enthusiasm. No imagination. No deference. You’re a constant disappointment, Ulla. Obviously I can have both of you any way I want to. I can slide into your slick cunts any time I feel like. It’s your job to make it feel special for me, though, especially because it’s supposed to be a celebration. No minus points this time, but this is a warning.”

Ulla’s face got even redder as she had the tolerate the humiliation of my rejection. Not even being used a glorified sextoy was good enough.

I turned my head towards Sophie. She seemed to be really giving it some thought.

Hopefully a kinky thought.

Just as long as it wasn’t about facefucking again. It was always about facefucking with her.

“Umm… Could I just… Maybe you could give, like a clue, what you want…?”

“Nope. It’s more fun if you come up with it completely on your own. You two are supposed to be writers. Show it to me! Surprise me with your imagination!”

“Uh, yeah… Well, you obviously like humiliating us and giving us pain… So, maybe, um…”

“Come out with it. I like where you’re going with this.”

“…I can’t believe I’m going to say this…”

I gave her a few seconds to gather herself.

“Please, sir… Please reward us for finishing the magazine… by s-spanking our breasts.” (SOPHIE: +3SP) (+88SP)

Haha. Sophie was coming along very nicely.

She might be the quickest to understand what truly gets me going. Perhaps her mind was secretly as fucked up as mine.

My newly forming smile had a double effect. It made Sophie pleased for getting it right… And Ulla’s eyes go wide with fright.

“Okay… And how many spanks do you believe you deserve?”

She thought about it a few seconds.

“I think… one for each breast, sir.”

“Hm. The right answer was ‘as many as necessary’, but fine. I can live with that number. Plus three points for Sophie.”

I stood up from my desk, and circled the pair a few times. Ulla was deliciously jittery, and even Sophie gasped each time I lifted my hand even a little bit.

I spent a full minute just teasing the slap. I made swift moves with my hand, like I was ready to strike, and then ended up just gently caressing a nipple or lifting a delicious boob with my palm.

But, after doing yet another feint on Ulla’s right breast, and while softly squeezing and caressing it… I saw in her eyes that she was slowly surrendering to the pleasure, and relaxing her guard. It was the perfect moment to let my other hand slap it roughly with an open palm.

SLLAAP!

“OUCH! Ow ow ow! Nyaah” Ulla shouted, her hands immediately reaching out to rub her painful titty.

I gave her a disappointed look to her reaction, and turned to Sophie.

“Do you think it actually hurts that much?”

“…I… I wouldn’t know… sir…”, she said with sweaty trepadation.

“Are you regretting for asking this?”

“I- Maybe, I, just… Just not too hard, you know-“

I quickly sliced my hand through the air, striking her left breast with one sudden, big, violent slap.

SLAP!

“OW! Owowowowow! OUCH! Jesus- Fuck that hurts, ngh, shit, ow…”

“Ready for the next?”

“ngh… wait, wait please wait, please… sir…”

“That’s not a go-getter attitude. One minus point for Sophie.”

Ulla glared at Sophie. It’s clear she would have wanted the inventor of this evil **** to gain more minus points than just one.

“So, Sophie…” I said, with my hand softly circling her right boob, gently rising up to her areola, almost pinching her nipple with my thumb and index finger. “What made you decide on this particular celebration?”

I still wasn’t pinching the nipple, just rolling it between my fingers teasingly. I decided to do the same to Ulla’s right tit, making her practically gasp.

Sophie was gritting her teeth now… but her gaze looked a little glassy. Hard to tell if she was actually finding this pleasureable or just painful.

“I… I…” she fumbled, trying to find the best excuse.

Ulla’s and Sophie’s tits felt so nice. Ulla’s were definitely bigger, but Sophie’s were perkier. Ulla’s was bouncier, Sophie’s more tan and firm. Each had their own lovely ways of making me want to play with them forever.

“Answer my question, Sophie.”

“Look... It’s, it’s kinda hard to think when you- aah- when you keep doing that with your- with your fingers-“

“You want to work for me, you need to be prepared for anything. If you can’t handle this… I might have to get you a position where you don’t need to use your brains at all.”

To emphasize that, I pinched her nipple a little harder. She let out a lovely little whine.

“So. Why the titty-spank? Please. I’m curious.”

“It’s- It’s like I said, I know you… get off on humiliating… and hurting us, so… So I just wanted to find the correct choice quiiiiickly!” she said, raising an octave on her last word as I pinched a little tighter again.

“Yeah, but based on that logic, why choose tits? People usually get spanked on their asses. Tits… Tits tend to have more nerve-endings and hurt more. You’re a smart girl. Why not say ‘please spank our asses, sir?’”.

I noticed Ulla had closed her eyes, and twitched her body around nervously. My nipple-rolling was doing something interesting to her as well.

“Because- Because- Because I know you’re into very, you know, unusual shit. And for God’s sake, you asked us to be imaginative!”

She was talking really fast, almost like she was afraid what might happen to her if I kept rolling her nipple between my two fingers endlessly.

“Meh. Kinda lame answer. I was hoping I found some new fucked-up kink from your fucked-up mind. So you’d really prefer if I didn’t slap your titties anymore?”

“Ngh… yes, yes of course!”

“It’s that painful?”

“Yes! Sir!” they both said in unison, though only the “yes”-part. Ulla’s voice was **** enough to add the “sir” into the mix.

I pulled my back hands, and readied them to hit each tit really hard.

Ulla and Sophie closed their eyes, and steeled their bodies for the horrific impact.

“Tell you what,” I said, lowering my hands and backing all the way back to my desk. The pair was visibly confused that only one side of their body was stinging in pain, while the other side still had somewhat pleasing tingles running through it.

“I’m still in a good mood. And I think at least one of you deserves to leave here happy. So let’s make it a fun little competition.”

I held out my hands, pointing out index fingers in both of my hands.

“I don’t think either of you has done enough to be rewarded with a fuck, but we can do a light version of that. You can fuck yourselves against these fingers. Only the one who reaches their orgasm faster gets to cum.”

This would be an interesting test for the orgasm lock, giving it a conditional argument like that.

Needless to say, both women were still too confused to budge.

“Oh, and the loser gets the final two slaps on their tits. Let’s go.”