Belt

Brent’s belt lashes forward, connecting with the sensitive flesh of your ass and pussy.

“WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK”

“MMMMMMHHHHGG” you scream through the tie stuffed in your mouth.

Over and over again, the belting doesn’t stop. 5 lashes, 10 lashes, after 20 lashes, your knees grow too weak and buckle.

“Naughty girl. Can’t even receive your punishment without causing trouble!” Brent sneers.

Your ass is a red and purple mess with juices leaking down your slit. Angry red lines cross cross your ass from where the belt struck. It hurts so good~!

“Sir…” you whine, spitting out the tie.

“None of that now Ms. Mary. I like to think that our employees are tougher than that. Well, if you cannot take the belt without someone hold your hand, I shall have to improvise!”

From inside the desk, he brings out a whole package of spare neck ties and 4 safety pins. He flips you over and ties you hands to the corner of the desks using the ties. Using your own bra, and wraps it around your eyes, blindfolding you. Sweaty tasting fabric is shoved once more into your mouth, your panties you assume, and another tie is used to secure it in place. Using another tie, he wraps it around your waist and you feel the jabs from the safety pins being pierced through your aching pussy lips.

“NGGGHHH” you cry.

Your pussy lips are being pulled apart, stretched and pinned in place by the safety pins connected to the tie. Spread open and ****, a cool breeze drifts past your cunt, your clitoris becoming erect.

“Once more Ms. Mary, do not move.”

“WHACK” the belt connects with your spread pussy.

“MAAAAAAAAHHHHGGG” you scream in effectively into your panty gag.

The blows rain down without stopping, some aimed at your clitoris, some at your exposed asshole. The ties holding you in place keep you from moving long after your body gives out.

“WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK”

It’s impossible to tell how many lashes Brent gave you. At some point the spanking stopped and you hear Brent lean down over“Are you going to be a good girl Ms. Mary?”

You desperately shake you head yes.

“Are you going to cause more trouble?”

You shake your head to indicate no, but secretly, you plan to cause a little trouble later. Your pussy hurts more than ever, and your heart is pounding in your chest. You must have cum at least twice now from just the spankings alone. Your nipples are rock hard and standing at attention even without being touched at all.

“Good, because your such a good girl, I’m going to give you a reward.”

You feel a pair of arms wrap under your legs, picking you up and pulling the tie that holds your pussy lips open even further apart. A long cock penetrates your spread pussy, the bruised and tender flesh protesting in pain.

“Mhhhppfff….mpppphhffff….mpppphhhfff”

Your holes are slick with juices and the long member has no problem sliding in and out. Long with a comfortable amount of girth, he starts jackhammering your abused pussy and a hand grabs your abused clit and starts messaging it.

In and out, every movement causing more pain. He swirls your clit around in circles as he hammers his dick at your wombs entrance. Your in heaven. The lashing made you cum, but this is better. Your toes curl back at the wonderful sensation of pain and pleasure in equal parts.

“Mhhhhhhgggg” Brent grunts signaling his release as he rams his cock as deep as he can inside you.

A warm jet of seamen invades your womb. Distantly, between all the pleasure and pain, you realize that today is not a safe day and that your going to have to pickup a pill on the way home.

Brent pulls his cock out of your sloppy cunt with an audible squelching noise and rips the bra blindfold and panty gag from your face.

“Good job Miss Mary. I do hope this ‘counseling session’ has improved your perspective on how to act accordingly at your work.”

He starts untying your hands and feet, and you slip from the desk into a sitting position at the base while Brent wipes his belt off with a paper napkin.

Your pussy, now that you can see again, is an angry red and purple mess. The safety pins piercing your outer lips have riveters of blood leaking down from them, running down your crack and mixing with your love juice and Brent’s cum in a soupy mess. The pins ache and pull tighter while your sitting down, giving Brent and yourself a look deeper into your pussy. Cum flows from your womb, your clitoris bulges and angry red with a purplish bruise around the head.

“Clean me, Miss Mary. Sanitation is important in a restaurant.” Brent says while thrusting his dick in front of your face.

Crawling to your knees, further spilling cum out of your pussy, you begin to lick the blood, cum, and your juices from the managers cock.

“You are a very diligent worker Miss Mary. If you can work on that attitude, you could be the next manager of this place! Why, I was telling Sr. Manager ‘That girl has potential’ when we hired you on!” He says while you clean his half erect cock.

Suddenly and without warning, he grabs you behind the head and begins thrusting hard into your face. You gag and whine as his cock pushes open your throat. In and out, he forces his cock, not caring for the sounds your making.

“And that’s no false praise Miss Mary. I mean every word that I say. Your truly are a diligent….mgggghhfff…..worker!”

He thrusts deep into your throat and blows his load once more, hot cum rushing down your throat. He pulls out with long strings of saliva and cum trailing, wiping his cock off on your cheeks as he goes.

“Now then, please clean this mess up.” He indicates to the puddles of cum, smear sweat on the desk, and piles of stained clothing.

“Once you are finished. Please return to your station. I’m afraid rush hour is approaching and it will be all hands on deck. Oh and one more thing. If you continue to act in a way not befitting your position, I may be **** to have a group counseling session with you and the other employees to ‘improve morale’. You would be my assistant in such a case and I know how much you don’t like being the center of attention. As such, I must insist you continue wear your punishment device for the time being.” He says indicating to your safety pined pussy lips.

“It will help remind you of the consequences of your actions. I hope I will not have to speak to your further on the matter. Thank you Miss Mary, excuse me, I have work to do.”

And with that, the man opens the door and walks out, leaving you in a dazed, sloppy mess, with a handful of paper napkins to clean up.

Panicking, you quickly shut the door before someone can see you and begin to clean up. Your pussy is in so much pain, it feels good but makes you so horny it’s hard to concentrate. You quickly get dressed, but find your Bra and panties missing from the pile of clothing on the floor. A considerable issue since your pussy is still leaking cum and you have no way to make it stop. The tie and safety pins are tight around your pelvis cause agony in your sensitive nether regions, every step you take stretching your abused labia over and over again.

With great ****, you get dressed, using paper napkins to stuff your bleeding and dripping cunny to hopefully carry your over until you make it home to get some pads. A quick wipe up of the floor and the managers desk removes the physical evidence of your disciplining. All that’s left to tell a tale is a faint scent of sex in the air, which the air conditioner will eventually take care of.

After throwing everything away and wiping your face, you head back out into the kitchen.