Catie was nervous. It had been a long day, her first day at her new job since she had moved buildings. It had been confusing – new building, new layout, new rules and expectations, new systems of organisation and unsurprisingly she had messed up on her first day. She had filed something wrong and messed up things for the boss. She had heard he was a bit of an ass and prone to bad tempered responses. She had filed something in the wrong place and messed up the order for the day. As a result she had been told to attend a meeting at Nick’s office at the end of the day. It was now the end of the day and the butterflies filled her stomach. She really needed this job.
She stood up tall, straightened her skirt pulling it down a fraction, she straightened her shirt – aware that her tits stretched the material to breaking point. Her E cups were impressive and even more so in this shirt that gave her such amazing cleavage. She walked carefully down the corridor, smiling at her colleagues as they left for the night. They all looked at her sympathetically as they knew she was going to get her ass chewed off.
She knocked on the door hesitantly.
“Come in Catie.” The voice was stern and commanding and she automatically walked into the office.
Nick was sat behind his desk. He wore an expensively tailored suit, pale shirt – open at the collar and sat staring at her with green cold eyes that seemed to see right to her core. She felt her pussy twitch as he stared at her; something about those eyes seemed to see everything about her.
“Sit down Catie. We need to discuss your first day’s performance.”
“I am really sorry Sir. I made a mistake – it won’t happen again I promise. I just got confused with what was supposed to go where as it is a different system to my old job.”
“Mistakes have consequences Catie.”
Nick stood up and walked around the desk, looking down at her. He rested one hand on her shoulder. She felt his firm grip and felt her pussy betraying her again – she could feel it getting wet. His voice, his eyes, and the firmness of his hand on her shoulder she could feel herself responding to his authority.
“Yes Sir. I am sorry. I accept whatever consequences you think are appropriate.”
That was as far as she dared push her luck. She didn’t want to mess her job up but she wanted to know what he might do.
Nick looked down at her. He knew what she was. He had sensed it the minute she walked through the door. The way her eyes couldn’t meet his, the tone of her voice, the way she followed what he told her to do almost instantly. It was time to take a risk. He walked over to the door and swiftly locked it. He walked back over and sat on the edge of his desk.
“Stand for me Catie.”
She swiftly obeyed.
“Place your hands flat on the desk and bend over for me Catie.”
He watched the look in Catie’s eyes and recognised the lust. He knew what she wanted. He walked round behind her slowly and ran his hand over her thrust out backside. He lifted her skirt. Sliding it up her legs until it exposed her black and red lace thong. He used his feet to push her feet wider apart until she had to lean on her hands on the desk to keep her balance.
“For your mistake today you will be spanked twenty times. I expect you to count each strike. Make sure you do not miscount.”
He raised his hand and brought it down on her ass hard. She squealed and shouted out the word ‘One’. He smiled. She was his, that submissive side of her nature was so evidence in her mannerisms and he was looking forward to this. He continued to spank her ass as hard as he could as she counted every stroke. Nick was impressed that even though her ass was glowing and burning she still counted every impact.
He could smell her arousal. He could see the thong was soaked and he slowly traced his fingers over her glowing ass. He moved in close behind her. Even though he had finished spanking her she still hadn’t moved from that position. He pressed his hard cock, throbbing inside the material of his suit trousers between the cheeks of her ass. He reached round and slid his hand up the material of her shirt. Gripping it between both hands at the neck he ripped it open exposing her tits in the red and black matching lace bra.
“Very nice Slut…”
His hand slid higher and slowly wrapped around her throat.
“You are mine slut… and you love it don’t you!”
“Yes Sir… I am your slut… Please fuck me…”
Nick had one hand squeezing her throat gently to begin with whilst the other played with her tits. Cupping them and teasing the nipples. He pulled and manoeuvred them until they were exposed out the top of her bra.
“Please fuck your sluts pussy Sir. It needs your cock…”
Nick let go of her tits and reach down, undoing the zip on his pants he pulled out his cock. Pressing against her, keeping her bent over the desk as he pulled her thong to one side. He entered her roughly. Deep and filling her in one powerful stroke. She was that wet it was fairly easy – even given the delicious tightness of her cunt. She came instantly on his cock as he filled her so roughly.
With one hand around her throat pulling her back he fucked her. His thick cock stretching and drilling into her over and over, the slickness of her pussy coating her thighs as he hammered her into the desk repeatedly. His cock thrust deep inside her. Covered in her juices it slid in and out faster and deeper as she came repeatedly. Finally he buried his cock deep inside her and exploded. He pumped his cum deep inside her pussy until it overflowed. As he withdrew his cock it escaped and covered her thighs. He scooped it up and walked round in front of her and fed it to his slut who greedily ate it off his fingers.
He stood back to admire her. His slut to play with. He had so many plans. |
