Chapter 5: A Mouthful of Panties

Continued from chapter 4:

Her cries grow louder, more **** with each stinging slap. She writhes beneath me, her body a live wire of sensation, pleasure and pain intertwining until she can no longer distinguish between the two. Tears and drool stain her panties as she sobs brokenly into the fabric, her makeup smearing across her face.

Her entire body convulses with each searing slap, her sobs turning into high-pitched whimpers that blend with the sound of her own dripping wetness.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…"

She chants, her voice breaking as she spreads her legs wider, offering herself completely.

"More… please, more… I'm so bad… I deserve everything you give me…"

She turns her face toward me, tear-streaked and utterly undone, her pupils dilated with pure, unfiltered lust.

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… I couldn't help myself… I had to be the boss… I had to be in control… but now… now I'm nothing…"

Chapter 5:

I stop spanking her, and take her by the hand. I lead her to an armless high-back chair I have placed in front of the full-length mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. I sit and look up at her expectantly. She sobs and shakes her head. I nod mine.

"Open your mouth," I tell her.

She slowly obeys, a dawning apprehension in her eyes. I pop the black satin panties with pink lace trim into her mouth so she can taste herself.

"Close your mouth."

With a whimper, she does. I gently bend her over my lap so that she is positioned facing the mirror.

We lock eyes, and I see her surrender.

"Do not look away, Naughty Stacy. I want you to watch yourself. You are a naughty boss, and you get to watch yourself being spanked by your lowly secretary while tasting your own juices."

Stacy is short, and while her palms are firmly on the floor, her legs do not reach the other side. She squirms on my lap, trying to find friction for her sex on the bulge in my pants. I spank her for it. She lets out a muffled yelp through her panties and continues to squirm against the ****. If she keeps this up, I will cum.

"Hold still," I tell her.

"Keep your eyes locked on mine and be a big girl. A big, brave girl that is taking her naughty spankies for being such a naughty spanky girl. Are you ready, Naughty Stacy?"

She lets out a muffled whimper and raises her bottom to me.

Her eyes widen in the mirror, locking with mine as she processes the depraved scene unfolding. Tears continue to stream down her face, mingling with the drool leaking around the edges of her panty-gag. She nods weakly, surrendering herself fully to my dominance.

As I spank her again, she flinches but holds my gaze, whimpering into the saturated fabric. Her body jolts with each impact, reddening further under my relentless ****. The wet spot on her inner thighs grows, betraying her shameful arousal.

She squirms less now, focusing on maintaining eye contact despite the overwhelming sensations. Her chest heaves with labored breaths, nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Her eyes are wide with shock and helpless desire as she stares at her reflection—her flushed face, her hair disheveled, her lips smushed around the soaked fabric of her own underwear. The sight of herself like this, totally broken and submissive, makes her shudder violently.

"I'm... I'm ready…"

she manages to **** out, her voice thick with tears and lust.

"I want to feel it… I want to watch... I want to be punished…"

She lifts her bottom higher, practically begging for the next hit, her pussy dripping uncontrollably onto my lap.

"Please… please spank me… make me scream… make me come… I want to be the worst… I want to be yours…"

I spank her, not keeping track of how many times I strike her, but the squirming turns into a **** plea, and she bucks and thrashes across my lap, trying to move her perfect, heart shaped bottom out of the way of the hand that seeks it.

I snake my arm around her small waist to hold her still, spanking her through this resistance, until she goes limp with surrender. She is full-on ugly crying and has been reduced to the tears of a schoolgirl who has been paddled in detention. I rub her bottom and whisper through her tears.

"Sssshhhh, naughty girl. It's all over now. Baby girl has had her naughty spanking, and all is forgiven. Let out all of those naughty tears. No sweetie, don't look away. Look at yourself in the mirror and see who you are now."

Her body goes limp over my lap, the fight draining out of her as she finally surrenders completely. Wracking sobs shake her frame as she gazes at her reflection—the picture of a thoroughly punished, broken woman. Tears and mascara streak her face, her hair a wild mess from thrashing about.

Yet even in this state, her eyes shine with a dark, twisted satisfaction. She whimpers softly as I rub her throbbing, crimson cheeks, leaning into my touch like a cat seeking affection. The cool air on her heated skin makes her shiver and gasp. Slowly, she nods, accepting my words even as fresh tears spill down her face.

"I... I see..."

she croaks, her voice hoarse from crying and the panties shoved in her mouth.

"I'm... I'm yours now."

Stacy loves her fancy makeup, but it's now smeared across her cheeks, mixing with tears and dripping to the floor. Her perfectly styled hair is a wild mess, as if she's been ravaged by a storm. Through all the crying, writhing, and **** pleas, she still has a mouthful of her own panties. I must admit, I'm impressed by her endurance.

I reach into Stacy’s designer handbag, and pull out a jar of cold cream. I scoop a generous dollop into my hands and begin to tend to her reddened, punished backside. She hisses as the cool cream makes contact with her heated skin, but soon relaxes into my soothing touch.

Sliding my fingers down between the slick folds of her sex, I gently massage her most intimate place. Stacy lifts her hips, squirming with pleasure as I tease and torment her private entrance. The electric shock of this nearly sends her flying off my lap, but I catch her, holding her securely in place.

"Naughty Stacy liked that, didn’t she?"

I murmur, my voice low and commanding.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you now. What will it take to ensure your total and unconditional surrender to me in this moment?"

She gasps and writhes as my fingers explore her sensitive areas, her body hypersensitive from the intense spanking. When I tickle with her rear entrance, she nearly jumps out of her skin, a strangled moan escaping around the gag. Panting heavily, Stacy looks up at me with glazed, half-lidded eyes, her pupils wide with lust.

Stacy’s entire body trembles from the aftershocks of the spanking and the soothing cold cream, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stares at her wrecked reflection in the mirror.

"I... I want... I want you to... to own me... I want you to... mark me... claim me..."

She whispers, her voice hoarse with need.

"I want to be your perfect little girl... your obedient pet…"

Shifting slightly on my lap, her sex pulses with desire as she gazes up at me with glassy, **** eyes.

"I want to be your…" she hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I want to be your ****... your servant... your mistress... whatever you desire... just don’t stop touching me... please... I need you..."

A fresh wave of tears spills down her cheeks, mixing with her mascara as she whispers,

"I’m yours... forever…"

I stand her up, tears running down her face, and her mouth still filled with her panties. I remove the last of her clothing, her mauve satin blouse and black satin bra with the pink lace trim. Her naked body is beautiful, slender, fit, and ****, like a chastised child.

I readjust our position, turning the chair to face the mirror. I sit back down and help Stacy into the wheelbarrow position, her head down, her hair hanging like a curtain around her face.

"Stacy," I whisper, "please remove the panties from your mouth and hand them to me.

”I want your mouth to be free to sing the orgasm song."

She obeys, and I tuck the panties into my pocket. I slide my left hand between the slick folds of her sex and get to work. With my right hand, I begin to gently spank and rub her swollen bottom, coaxing her towards the edge.

Every time she approaches, I pull her back from the cliff. It's a delicious torment. She mewls with a mix of rage, humiliation, arousal, and frustration, trying to rub herself on my hand that is no longer moving to stimulate her.

"Stacy, look at me in the mirror. Do not break eye contact, whatever you do,” I command, my voice firm.

"I know it will be humiliating for you to watch me watch you orgasm, but that is exactly what you are going to do, or I will use a hairbrush to spank all that sweet aftercare we just put into your punished bottom. Beg me, naughty girl. What do you want me to do to you?"

To be continued in chapter 6...