“Oh. My. God.” Staring at her face one last time, I enjoy watching the anxiety that claws through her as she prepares her pretty little backside for the onslaught of pain. Unfortunately for her, it’s not something you can prepare for. It hits you, and you deal with the fallout – intense agony.
Striding softly behind her, I take my time, stroking the leather of my belt. I am in no rush. If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing properly.
“Answer the question, poppet.” Ignoring me won’t make this situation go away. I smirk to myself. To encourage her to answer, I then bring the belt down hard upon the palm of my other hand, and the resulting crack makes her whole body jump. Perfect.
“After,” she whispers. “After.”
Ouch. She’ll regret that choice, but if that’s what she wants, who am I to tell her differently? She’ll learn.
“Suit yourself.”
Placing one hand in the small of her back, I press her down firmly. Although she’ll struggle like mad when this begins, she won’t be able to move a muscle. She is going to take everything I’m about to throw at her, and while she won’t like it, she will remember this lesson for a long time to come.
“Ready, poppet?” I let the belt fan over her ass, a soft kiss of leather before the fun begins.
“No.” That one word is a soft squeak. She’s right, though. She isn’t ready.
The first strike of the belt comes down with an almighty bang, and Elizabeth is so shocked she can’t utter a sound.
With the first few strokes, I concentrate on hitting the sweet spot of her ass, but a couple fall across the tops of her thighs, and one or two hit the upper portion of her ass. By this time, of course, she is a wriggling mess, squawking and pleading for mercy. At the rate she’s going, she’ll be lucky if the whole office doesn’t hear her – not that I care.
“Try to keep the wailing down, poppet,” I say, leaning into her, my legs pressing into the welted flesh of her ass, making her gasp out loud. “The walls are paper thin around these parts. You don’t want anyone banging down the door, do you?”
The next five strokes of my belt are met with the same screams and cries, though. Elizabeth can’t hold them in. Her whole body is shuddering, and I can already hear wracking sobs as she bursts into tears.
Perfect. Now I can stop. Standing back to admire the hot red mess of her ass, I trail a fingertip over the blistering belt marks, noting even that light touch has her shuddering in pain.
“No, Adie. No, no, no,” she moans. “It hurts. It hurts so bad.”
“I know it does, poppet. I’ll make it all better in a moment, though.” After I’ve made it much worse, of course.
Removing my hand from her burning butt cheeks, I then pop the button on my pants and unfasten the zipper of my fly. That’ll focus her attention.
Sure enough, the next words out of her mouth are a horrific whisper.
“No, Adie. Adie, you can’t. It hurts. There’s no way…” she then tries to get up off the table, but I slap her right back down again.
“You chose this, not me. Lie there and take your punishment, Elizabeth. If you behave yourself from now on, you won’t have to endure this again, will you?” That’s a lie, too. I don’t need a reason to punish her. If I want to, I will.
Pulling a condom out of my pocket, I roll it over my cock carefully and throw the used packet on the floor. It’ll be a nice memento for her to pick up later.
Leaning forward, so that my back presses into her punished ass, I say, “Want to be lubed up beforehand or not?”
“Adie, no. Please, I can’t take any more…”
“Okay, no it is.” Slapping her ass hard, I grin when she shrieks.
“I mean yes. Yes, please, Adie. I would like some lube.”
“Yes. No. No. Yes. You’ll make your mind up in a minute,” I sigh. “Fine. I’ll go in gently.”
Pulling a small bottle out of my pocket, I flip the lid and inhale. It smells heavenly, but it’s evil. Peppermint, ginger, and cinnamon oil. Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it as lubricant, but if you want to teach an errant woman a lesson, it’s one that will linger… for several hours.
Coating the condom very carefully, I then use two fingers to push it inside her tight little hole. It’ll take a few seconds for her to feel the burn, but by that time it will be too late.
When my fingers slowly begin to penetrate her ass, Elizabeth’s legs begin to wobble. Letting my oiled thumb slide across her clit, I work it backwards and forwards, letting her do all the hard work for me. In seconds she is pushing her bright red ass into my fingers and she is panting heavily through her now muffled sobs.
“Shh,” I whisper. “You’ll enjoy this.” Well, I should say, you’ll enjoy parts of this, but that would spoil the fun.
“Says you,” Elizabeth whimpers.
“Trust me, the first time is the worst.” That’s provided you haven’t used peppermint oil as lube, but as I said, we’ll get to that later.
Sliding three fingers inside her, I dilate her walls slowly, preparing her for my cock. There’s the odd whimper now, but she’s settling down nicely. Deciding I’ve warmed her up enough, I then position my cock carefully at her entrance and push forward slowly. I want her to feel me – every fucking inch of me.
“Fuck, Adie. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” She doesn’t try to move away, though. My thumb is still on her clit and if I’m any judge of the female anatomy, she isn’t far away from orgasm. The first one will be child’s play.
“That’s it. Take it like a good girl,” I purr, giving her backside another soft slap. She tenses beneath me, but the pain is morphing into something else – something much sweeter.
“Beg me to fuck you,” I purr.
“Adie, that will hurt,” she whimpers, pressing her delectable little tush backwards to meet my slow thrust.
“It will,” I confirm, “and you will love it.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she whispers.
“Mmm, and I’m fucking your asshole. Let’s concentrate on the job at hand. Don’t make me get my belt out again, Elizabeth.”
“Please fuck my ass, Adie,” she whispers.
“Louder,” I command. I want the whole office to hear this.
“Please fuck my ass,” she yells, and I do, really fucking hard, just as she screams around my cock.
“That was amazing,” she moans, now limp as a doormat on my desk.
“Yes, it was,” I confirm, as I begin to thrust a little harder now.
“Oh God, Adie. Something’s not right. It feels like something’s burning.”
Suddenly, she’s not quite so limp anymore. Her hands are now straining on the desk as she tries to pull away.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I purr.
“What have you done to my ass, Adrien? It’s on fire. Jesus Christ. It’s burning.”
“It’s peppermint oil, and it’s going to sting for a minute or two. Stop wriggling. You’re not moving until I’ve had my fun.” Actually, it’ll burn for more like an hour, but who’s counting?
Holding her down, I pummel into her ass over and over again, until she’s come a further two times and is crying her eyes out. Pulling out gently, I then pull her panties up for her, and sit back down on my chair with her cradled on my lap as I suck up every last one of her tears.