You can't resist

You whimper, knowing you're defeated by his superior will. Nervously you step to his desk and bend over as you raise your skirt. Your white panties soaked and translucent from your nectar exposed to him. You look forward, not turning to see what he is doing as you grip the edge of his desk. You want this to be over, but you're intensely excited by the feelings boiling inside you.

He stays silent, letting your anticipation build, seeing you squirm with anxiety. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the whimpers that you're emitting like a frightened puppy.

"Roll your panties down." You don't hesitate, rolling them over your ripe ass and letting them fall down your legs until they're puddled around your ankles. He gently stroke the warm globe of your ass cheeks, and you wriggle and press against his hand, squirming, your breathing deepening.

Suddenly he smacks your ass hard with his hand, leaving a red imprint on your pale flesh, your body twitching and an involuntary cry of shame and pain coming out of your mouth. Before you have time to react he slaps your other cheek, then the first again, the sounds of his hand striking your pliant flesh loud in the room.

You're whining, but you're also lifting your ass up, arching your back as if asking for more. Spanking has always been a overpowering sexual trigger for you, and you feel your pussy growing hotter and wetter as he gives you another resounding slap. As you whimper and writhe he pauses, stroking and kneading your flesh, waiting for you to speak.

Your ass tingles from the pain and your pussy burns with need. Your back arches as you raise round ass, feeling a need to submit, to let him take control of you.

Your pussy aches as you squirm. It needs to be touched or better yet filled. "Please... don't spank me..." you gasp in **** but confused need. "it drives me crazy... I shouldn't be saying this... I don't want you. Your a beast... getting off on my helplessness. I don't want you..."

"You're not convincing me," he chuckles. "You're not even convincing yourself. You're getting off on your own helplessness, girl. You love being bent over and spanked." He smacks your ass again, then rubs his fingers roughly between your legs, spreading your swollen pussy lips. You can feel your nectar flowing as though it's coming out of a tap, and you feel drenched and eager, moaning as you arch your back and press your overheated cunt against his invading fingers.

You hear his zipper hiss as he undoes his pants, and you gasp, your voice catching in your throat.

"You want to get fucked, don't you Miss Carter? You want to be used like a little whore, taken like a bitch in heat. Tell me the truth." His voice is cold and mocking as his fingers have their way with your flesh.