Spanking

Mr Johnson took a large newspaper and rolled it up. Lauren heard the crinkling of the paper and had a decent idea what was coming. She wondered how far she would let Mr. Johnson go before she would say “stop!” She knew using her voice might be the point of no return, that Mr. Johnson could recognize her and know that his sales rep he had made thousands of dollars was the young woman he’d been degrading over these last two days. Not only that but he’d know her body had been a well manufactured lie. Her life might be ruined and her career certainly would be but there had to be a point where whatever Mr Johnson was going to do would be worse, right? She was a grown woman reduced to the role of a puppy: naked aside from a dog collar, on all fours with her shaved bare pussy soaked and facing up at him. He could see her tiny pink asshole and her scrawny ass as she was face down nose first in a puddle of her own secretions. If her breasts weren’t so small the nipples might censor themselves by being pressed into the ground in her bent over position but because of their minute nature they were on display too with her incredibly erect nipples jetting down towards the ground. On top of all that, she was about to be spanked by a newspaper. She hated this but she also hated that at some level she’d never felt this turned on. She’d never felt this humiliated or degraded either. Knowing her feelings of shame and her feeling incredibly turned were likely related gave her a knot in her stomach. She felt like she was a pervert and a deviant.

Lauren let out a small moan as she felt waves emanate from her pussy throughout her whole body. She was on the verge of orgasm from nothing but her feelings. She felt the cool air-conditioned air on every inch of her body. She was so tempted to reach back and play with herself a little even with Mr Johnson right there. She thought of the sight that would be and sobbed and moaned a little. Her tears dropped down into the carpeted puddle of her secretions she was still digging her nose into. She then realized the sight she was giving right now was barely any different than if she was masturbating. She let out another moan. She thought if she was touching herself at least she’d have a reason to be like this instead of just being turned on by being what she considered a freak.

Mr Johnson was taken aback briefly by the young woman’s moans and he could see her pussy pulsing and her already soaked legs, thighs and pussy getting wetter. He hadn’t seen a girl like this since his late wife was that young. He finally remembered what he was doing and knelt down behind her and slightly to the side. He grabbed her collar roughly in one hand.

“I would think you were house trained but clearly not. You have soiled my carpet after I provided you with shelter. You need to learn what happens to bad girls who mess in the house.”

Lauren felt so embarrassed knowing this was all about her vaginal secretions. She couldn’t help it, she thought. She started to feel a boiling feeling in her stomach. She knew if any moment was a time to tell him to stop this would be it. She saw him raise the newspaper and tried to muster some courage.