Spank him

"Alright Dale, take off your pants and underwear and lie over my lap."

"And why would I do that?" he asked, already loosening his belt.

"Cause I need to spank you." you said, to his horror, "You were bad, so you need punishing. You should probably give me that belt too."

"Now sir, you have done some twisted things in my office-" he began, raising his voice.

"Don't argue with me Dale." you demand, watching his mouth instantly close.

Mr. Beaumont continued shedding his clothes, eyes burning with rage. If looks could kill, you'd be slaughtered. When he finally pulled off his briefs, revealing a softening dick that was wet with cum, he walked over and lay over your lap. You weren't used to spanking people, so you gasped slightly at the heavy weight on top of you.

"Now," you began, "I'm a nice guy, so I'll warm you up first before I start pelting you with your leather."

"Wha- Aah!"

Your boss tried to question as you brought your hand down to his bare arse with a loud smack. He cried out in shock. You smacked him again, harder this time.

"Ow... Fuck... Ah... Ah... Oww!" Dale would shout after each hit.

You swung your arm over and over, connecting your hand with the fatty flesh of his buttcheeks. Your sadistic side was loving as they were going red, hearing the smacks and cries of your dick of a boss. Eventually, your hand tired of the constant smacks.

"Alright Dale, up you get." you said.

Your boss stood, legs trembling as he instantly rubbed his behind.

"Bend over the desk." you demanded, watching him nearly fall over as his torso connected with the wood of the desk.

Taking the belt, you got a firm grip of the leather before swinging at your boss. Unfortunately, it didn't connect right, merely hitting him with little effect. Again, you swung, and it wasn't good. On your third attempt, though, the crack of the leather against his ass resounded throughout the office.

"Aah!" Mr. Beaumont screamed.

"Unless you want an audience, you better shut that mouth of yours."

Dale's mouth instantly shut, though he kept whimpering. You brought the belt down again, cracking against his flesh. Your boss gasped painfully, but resisted vocalising. You continued your ****, whipping the behind of your boss. You loved how therapeutic it was, hearing the sound of the leather on skin and the reddening of his arse. Dale, meanwhile, struggled to keep his mouth shut. His jaw was so clenched you could almost hear the gritting of his teeth over the belt. Once his bum resembled two large tomatoes, you put down the belt and began undoing your own.

"Now Dale," you said, smiling cruelly, "spread those cheeks."