AUTHOR = LiteryRambler
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AUTHOR's NOTE - The following is a piece of original fiction that contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors. This story is copyright of the author. All names and places are fictional and any resemblence to real persons or places is purely coincidental.
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Jane did think about it a lot over the weekend. Alone in her bed, she closed her eyes and let her imagination replay the spanking over and over again as her fingers gently rubbed her throbbing clitoris. She tried to feel each of David's strokes, remembering the stinging pain spreading across her backside as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm. When she finally came, it was with a ferocity the likes of which she had not experienced for a very long time. Afterwards, she lay breathless and limp for a long time before she finally drifted off to sleep.
David, too, found his mind wandering to the situation on more that one occasion over the weekend, each time causing his heart to pound and his cock to twitch. Alarmingly, he could not get the image of Jane bending over his desk from his mind on Sunday evening as he and his wife made love. Afterwards, his wife commented on his unusual passion and intensity during their lovemaking that night. David had just smiled and assured her that it was her who had made him so horny when the truth was that he was lusting over the spanking he had given Jane.
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Jane looked at her watch as she stood outside the office building. It was 8.36. Allowing for the walk to her office, that would make her nine minutes late. She had been standing there for the best part of 10 minutes now, deciding whether or not to be late. There was no going back now, she was already late and knew that this would force the issue. Her heart was pumping hard and she could feel her nipples hardening in anticipation.
She made her way into the building and towards her office, ready to face the music. She could feel a slight dampness already starting to form between her legs and hoped that it wasn't noticeable through her trousers. As she stepped into the outer office the intercom on her desk was already buzzing. She quickly threw her bag to the floor and took her coat off, before lurching for the intercom.
"Yes Mr. Peterson?" Jane said breathlessly.
"Can I see you in here now please, Jane!" There was that voice again; stern and forceful. Jane practically went weak at the knees when she heard it.
"Right away, Sir," she responded and slipped off her suit jacket.
She stopped just before opening the door and, with a wicked smile, undid the top two buttons on her blouse. She parted the neck slightly and looked at the result. Jane was more than amply endowed and knew this would expose a good amount of flesh to her boss.
She wiped the smile off her face, replaced it with one of apprehension, and walked into David's office. She made her way over to his desk and stood before him with head slightly bowed.
David was, in some sense, furious that Jane was late again, but was also exhilarated at the prospect of maybe delivering another spanking. He tried to put this thought out of his mind as he stared at Jane before him. She was devastatingly attractive and, he could be wrong but, she seemed to be showing a bit of cleavage today as well. His cock twitched as he admired the swell of her full breasts and the inch or two of flesh that peeked out of the top of her blouse. He had spent the last couple of minutes rehearsing the whole speech in his head and knew that if he went to town enough and overplayed the importance of being punctual again he might get to spank her again.
"Jane, I am very disappointed in you," David said and paused for a moment to let the words sink in.
Before he had a chance to continue Jane spoke up, "I am dreadfully sorry, Mr. Peterson...." She brought her gaze up slightly but avoided eye contact with David. "...I really did learn my lesson on Friday and I tried so hard this morning to be on time. I know how important punctuality is to you and that is why..." she hesitated for a second before finishing "...I am completely prepared to accept any punishment you decide to deliver."
With this, Jane spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist, placing her forearms and palms flat on the desk in front of him. She let her head lower to the desk in what she hoped was a totally submissive pose.
As Jane bent over the desk David had glimpsed a fantastic view down the front of her blouse and could see her cleavage practically bursting out of it. David was quick to rally to the situation and knew for sure that he was now in control. He had suspected that Jane had, in fact, enjoyed the spanking on Friday and now his suspicions were confirmed.
David slowly stood up and made his way around the desk until he was standing at Jane's side where he was presented with the glorious view of this stunning blonde bending over his desk. Jane's pert bottom was sticking up in the air ready and waiting and her breasts hung down heavy even within the confines of her bra and blouse. David reached out his hand and saw that he was trembling slightly. He placed it firmly down on the small of her back and felt her shudder at his touch.
"You will count as I deliver your punishment... is that clear?" David said as he brought his other hand up and rested it lightly on Jane's curvy bottom where he began to stroke it slowly.
"Yes Sir," Jane replied in a hoarse whisper. The feel of his strong hands on her body was sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The hand left her backside and for just a moment there was nothing... just an anticipation that exhilarated Jane. Then the suddenly stinging pain as David sent his hand down connecting with her right buttock. Jane jolted forward, her breasts mashing into the desktop. Her breath forced from her lungs in a primal muffled groan. "Uhhhh... one," Jane managed to splutter as she felt the fire burning between her legs. She longed to slip her hand down and massage her pussy but she didn't dare.
A shot of adrenaline went screaming through David's body as he delivered the first blow to Jane's quivering backside. And then she spoke, as instructed, counting off the first of her punishment strokes. That was almost more exhilarating than actually delivering the blow, and David's cock strained rigid against his trousers. He returned to massaging the scolded cheek of her arse before again lifting his hand back and delivering an even harsher stroke; this time to her left cheek. Again he felt Jane lunge forward into the desk, her arms having slipped apart she was nearly face flat on the desk now and David marvelled at how her breasts were squashed under her own weight. How he yearned to touch them, to squeeze and pinch them, but he couldn't.
"Twwwwo!" Jane shrieked, panting heavily. She ground her hips in small circles as the pain of the second stroke started to fade to be replaced by a throbbing in her buttocks. Her breasts heaved and her pussy ached.
David pulled his hand from her pert bottom and briefly squeezed his cock, somehow trying to ease the pressure that had built up there. Of course this did nothing to relieve his lust and he quickly resumed his task.
As he slapped her arse the third time a muffled "Yes" escaped Jane's lips which she quickly covered by hissing "Three" into the mahogany of the desk. David left his hand on her backside and kneaded its fullness for a moment. He could see the outline of her swollen sex through her trousers and slid his hand back slightly to briefly stroke its dampness. Jane moaned and pushed back against his hand. David quickly took his hand away and delivered a slap to her arse that resounded with such a crack that it startled him. Before Jane could even get her breath to report the count, David broke his rhythm and delivered another blow right across the middle of both her arse cheeks.
Jane was slowly losing control and she knew it. She could feel her orgasm hovering agonisingly close and knew that she would allow this man to do anything he wanted at this point.
"Oh yes, punish me!" Jane exclaimed in a rush of air.
"How many?" David barked.
Jane really couldn't remember and could not answer.
David slid his hand up and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and tugged her head up from the desk and hissed in her ear, "How many?"
"Four!!" Jane shrieked and hoped it was right.
The pleasure and pain mix was incredible, but she ached to be fucked and, despite how open and extreme the situation was, she didn't feel she could bring herself to beg to be fucked yet, although inwardly that was exactly what she was doing.
Whilst still holding her head back by the hair, David delivered three quick strokes to her luscious arse, each causing Jane to whimper and shudder, and then she went completely rigid and tense for a moment. Her eyes tightly screwed together and her mouth opened in orgasmic pleasure. David pulled tighter on Jane's hair and delivered one final last stroke to her arse that sent a jolt of pain right through the middle of Jane's orgasm, causing it to intensify dramatically.
After a few seconds, Jane's whole body went limp and she nearly fell to the floor. David steadied her and straightened her upright.
Jane's head started to clear and she tried to put her hair back into some sort of order with little success. David was staring straight into her eyes, but she couldn't meet his gaze; a burning red flush enflaming her cheeks. She dropped her head and she stared at her feet, though she could hardly see her feet because of the front of David's trousers which were sticking out under the strain of his erection.
David realised she was staring at his cock and quickly turned away and walked back to his desk. "That will be all, Jane, and please don't let it happen again."
Jane didn't understand what he meant at first but then dragged her consciousness back to the fact that there had actually been a pretext for the delicious spanking she had just received.
"Yes, Mr. Peterson. I won't, Mr. Peterson," she whispered and hurried quickly out of his office back to the sanctuary of her desk.
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It took Jane the best part of a couple of hours to fully calm down and sort herself out. Her mind kept drifting back to the spanking she had received and the intense orgasm it had given her. Finally, though, she had managed to get her mind back on her work and regain her normal calm composure. Thankfully, every time she had to interact with David about something or other he was always completely businesslike and showed no indication of what had happened earlier. This made the working day a lot easier for Jane, although her own mind was causing her to become distracted enough.
By the end of the day she was already planning how late she would be to work tomorrow and hoping that David would give her another spanking like today. She found herself wanting more too; wondering what his cock would feel like buried deep in her pussy or even in her ass. Jane had only ever once tried anal sex before and hadn't really enjoyed it but decided to herself that if David wanted to fuck her in the arse then he could, just as long as he spanked her and humiliated her and made her feel like a slut. Jane was shocked at her own thoughts, but exhilarated to be discovering a seemingly new side to her personality.
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As Jane drove to work the next morning, she knew she was going to be late. Even if she had wanted to be on time she wouldn't have been this morning. The roadworks on the main road saw to that. As she sat in her car stuck behind a line of cars leading to the temporary traffic lights, her nipples started to tingle. She shifted in her seat and her short skirt rode up around her thighs a little more. Jane had decided to wear the skirt this morning so that if she was late, hopefully, David would be more tempted to spank her bare arse, and who knows where things might lead then.
Jane let a hand slip down between her legs as the traffic continued to crawl along and gently massaged her clitoris under her skirt. She was quite damp already and was glad that she had taken the precaution of slipping an extra pair of knickers into her bag this morning. She eased the crotch of her thong to one side and slipped a finger into her pussy whilst dreamily imagining David punishing her again.
A blast from the horn of the car behind brought her out of her dream world and she noticed that the traffic had eased up and there was a patch of clear road ahead of her. She reluctantly yanked her hand from between her legs and drove on towards the office.
It was 8.45 by the time she had found a parking space and was rushing through the corridors of the office building. She was aware that her breasts were bouncing around rather obscenely as she hurried along. She had chosen to wear a slightly more seductive top today and had left off a bra altogether. The tight lycra top made her large breasts bulge and created a good amount of cleavage. She kept her coat close to her chest as she made her way to the executive office suite, aware that her hard nipples were sticking through the thin material of her top.
As she got into the suite she immediately made her way to David's office, not wanting to hold off any longer. She knocked on the door and walked straight in when David beckoned her to do so.
"Sorry I am late, Mr. Peterson, the traffic was terrible this morning."
Jane dropped her bag to the floor and let her coat slip from her shoulders. She noticed a glint in David's eye as he took in the sight before his eyes.
David stared lustfully at Jane standing on the other side of the desk. She was wearing a black tight skirt that only came down to the middle of her thighs and a white top that was very tight and very revealing. Combined with a pair of fairly high black heels that caused her legs and back to arch slightly, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail making the overall effect devastating. David said nothing for a full minute while he tried to decide what to do. He could see Jane shifting uneasily but wanted to let her squirm a bit longer. She hadn't seemed very sorry at all about being late this morning. She was obviously hoping to get another spanking. David wanted desperately to spank her, to bend her over and slide that skirt up over her thighs to reveal... what? David wondered what she was wearing under there. Suddenly, David realised he was in a position of power and didn't need to wonder about these things.
"Turn around and bend over," David said with a stern voice while keeping his face blank and non-emotive.
Jane's heart fluttered as she realised it was starting. She quickly did as she was told and turned so her back was towards him. She bent over at the waist, resting her hands on her knees as there was nothing else to lean on.
As she bent over her skirt rose tantalisingly around her thighs, but not quite high enough for David to see what was underneath.
"Pull your skirt up," he called to her and watched with heart pounding and cock hardening as Jane slipped her skirt over her hips to reveal that she was wearing a black thong that disappeared invitingly between her cheeks. David could see her pussy bulging out of the garment at the top of her thighs. His hardness strained at his trousers and he ached to take it out and stroke it.
Jane did her best to look as sexy as possible, keeping her legs straight and arching her back so that her backside was pushed high in the air. She heard David's chair move back and her pussy tingled as she realised he was making his way around the desk towards her. She let her head hang loosely down and tried not to make a sound in order to work out where he was and what he was doing. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck as she felt him enter her personal space and come to a stop beside her.
A small silent gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hand touch down lightly on her rump and begin to massage the fullness of her cheeks. His touch felt gentle but firm and powerful at the same time. His hands continued to smooth over her rear, pausing only to inch her skirt just a little higher. Jane felt them slide down over her arse and onto the tops of her thighs agonisingly close to her sex which ached for his touch. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the delicious feeling of excitement and anticipation as his caress continued.
And then, suddenly, his hands were gone. Jane's heart pounded hard as she waited for the onslaught of the pain that she had found herself craving lately... but it didn't come. There was nothing; no pain, no movement from David and no sound except the pounding of her blood in her ears as it surged around her body. Still, the emptiness continued and Jane felt suddenly very vulnerable in her current position, but she did not dare turn around for fear of killing the moment.
Finally, Jane heard a slight sound and sensed that David had moved, left her side and was walking around behind her. Her legs began to tremble slightly as the feeling of anticipation and 'not-knowing' grew. Her body elicited a tiny spasm as she again felt his hands on her; this time on her hips. From the feel of it, David was standing directly behind her. She felt his hands slide from her hips over her waist and along her sides. As his hands slowly moved higher, she felt David step in to her and his body pressed against her backside. She could feel the hardness of his manhood straining against his trousers as it nudged into the top of her thighs.
David's fingers spread wider as they reached the side of her breasts and then they slid down under her body and firmly grabbed her. Jane moaned as she felt his strong hands massage and squeeze her firm tits. He thrust against her slightly as he caressed her and occasionally caught her nipples between his fingers. Jane pressed back against his hardness urging him on; willing him to take her, have his way, do whatever he wanted... use her!
But his hands retreated, back onto her sides and then on down to her backside again. Once more Jane felt a sudden void as his hands left her and he stepped back away from her. She moaned in frustration and tried to move her body back, searching him out, but a firm hand landed on her back and made it clear that she was not to move. Jane relaxed again, resigned to the fact that she was no longer in control of this situation. She heard David move away but couldn't work out where he was going. Then she heard the squeak of a wheel on his chair and the soft escape of air from the padded seat as he sat on his leather chair. Silence descended on the room again. Each second that passed seemed to last for at least 10 as Jane awaited her fate.
"Thank you Jane, that will be all, please return to your desk and start work," David's voice cut into the silence finally.
Jane's eyes snapped open and she paused for a second, not quite believing what he was saying. She then stood up, pushing her skirt back into place and turned to him with a look of disappointment and frustration.
"But Mr. Peterson, I have broken your rules, I need to be punished," Jane blurted, aware that she sounded like a little schoolgirl. David said nothing and Jane was left standing there feeling very confused and humiliated. She had just offered herself to him completely and he had turned her down. She was reluctant to give up but floundered for what to do or say. "B-But how will I ever learn, Sir, if I go unpunished?" Jane knew that she was appearing desperate, but inwardly couldn't deny the fact that she was.
"If I decide to punish you," David finally spoke, "it will be when and how I choose. Now please return to your desk.... I need that report done by 10 o'clock." As he said this, David dropped his eyes to his desk and started to sift through some papers.
Jane stared at him in open mouthed desperation for a second and then realising that she could do nothing to alter the situation dropped her head in resignation. "Yes Mr. Peterson, right away sir." The disappointed dripped from her voice as she turned, collected her things and left his office.
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As soon as Jane had left the office, David dropped the papers he had been leafing through, sighed and leaned back in his chair. How the hell he had managed to get through that he did not know. He felt massively powerful, that was for sure, but fighting the desire to spank Jane had been very difficult. He knew he could have used her any way he wanted to just then; spank her, fuck her, shove his cock in her mouth or even more degrading things, but he wanted to be sure that she realised that he had absolute control.
He knew in his mind that before the day was out, Jane would get her spanking and probably fucked too, but he wanted to build the sexual tension more first. Besides, sad as it seemed, he really did need that report finished by 10 and, as amazing as the prospect of spanking Jane was, he couldn't let it get in the way of work; there was too much to lose.
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Jane stood before the mirror and adjusted her hair and makeup. Her whole body still yearned to be pleasured even now, over three hours later. She was standing in the private bathroom that led off the executive office suite. She had gone back to her desk earlier, senses enflamed and every nerve in her body tingling, but she had tried to focus and get the report done. She had hammered through it and when, finally, David had signed it off he had smiled at her pleasantly as if nothing had happened this morning. Jane sighed. She knew she was so completely in his power, in all senses of the word.
Jane had calmed down enough now to be able to stop thinking about it every second and had resigned herself to the fact that David would do as he saw fit with her. She felt confident that David knew she would be prepared to do pretty much anything he wanted and just had to be content with the fact that the ball was well and truly in his court now.
Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness. Jane froze and tried to listen for any sounds. It was probably just a power cut or something, she thought, and knew that if it was then the backup generators would take over in a minute. The door behind her opened quickly and then closed again. Jane realised that her eyes had been closed and therefore she hadn't seen who had opened the door. She could sense a difference in the air... someone had stepped into the room. Her heart quickened and adrenaline started to flood her body. She felt afraid; unusually afraid of the dark; suddenly afraid to be in a room with another person.
"Hello?" Jane's voice was high and trembled slightly. "Is there someone here?"
"Do not be afraid," a voice said behind her.
Jane knew that voice; could tell that voice anywhere. The stern, power-laced voice belonged to David and suddenly her fear diminished dramatically to be replaced by excitement. She felt the air move around her slightly and guessed that he was walking towards her. She held her breath and listened to her own heart beat as it started to pound in her ears. Her nipples tingled slightly as he grew closer and she could feel a familiar wetness beginning to form between her legs. She was suddenly shocked when she felt something covering her eyes and in reflex started to reach her hands up. She realised it was a blindfold and relaxed as the material snaked around her head and was tied tightly underneath her ponytail.
David's hands smoothed the material one more time over her eyes and then slipped down her body until Jane felt his hands rest on hers. She shook a little as he slowly pulled on her hands, causing her to turn around and face him. He took hold tightly of her hands and brought them up and together so she stood with her arms stretched out with her palms touching each other. His hands disappeared again and Jane shifted uneasily from foot to foot. They returned and Jane felt the fabric of a thin rope being coiled around her wrists. Her nipples instantly hardened as she realised what he was doing. Over and over, the rope coiled around her wrists until eventually it was pulled tight and tied securely.
Jane heard the door open and she was led by the wrists out of the bathroom. Her heart skipped a beat, as she knew she was entering a part of the offices which other people could wander into and felt panicky at the thought of being seen. David brought her to a stop and then she felt his hands on her shoulders. He roughly spun her around in a complete circle. Again he did it, and again and again until Jane lost count and started to feel very dizzy. Finally, he stopped and Jane felt very unsteady on her feet. She was breathing heavily and feeling very disorientated.
David led her through a door and then they walked a few paces, all the time Jane clung to David's arm for support. She was very nervous about where they were going but also exhilarated at being so completely in the charge of another person. They went through a further door and then David spun her around again. A few paces further forward and they went through yet another door. The sound never seemed to change much and Jane really had no idea where she was or where she was being taken. Through another door and a few paces forward, and Jane could definitely feel a change in the environment of this place. There was a warm breeze coming from somewhere and... people. Jane could hear people.
Her heart raced as she strained to hear better. There was definitely a mumbling of voices from somewhere. It seemed to be coming from more than one direction. Jane felt very nervous.
"W-W-What is going...?" Jane started to say but was silenced by David's voice in her ear.
"No talking!"
Jane bit her lip and tried to fight the anxiety that was building inside her. David released her hands and she let them fall into her lap and stood silently. Thoughts raced through Jane's head. Who was in the room? Where was she? Where was the breeze coming from? She must be outside, or at least near an open door or window; on a balcony maybe. What is he going to do? How well did she really know him? Could she trust him? Amongst all this Jane realised that despite all these questions and her anxieties, she was still standing here with a blindfold on and her hands tied. She could, if she wanted, lift her hands and remove the blindfold, but she didn't.... Why? The quivering in her hands told her that it was because she was nervously excited as well as anxious.
Once again she felt his hands on her. Both hands landed lightly on her shoulders and hung there for a second before moving slowly down her arms. The sides of his palms brushed against the side of her breasts and a shiver of arousal went through her body. The hands made their way fully onto her breasts and moulded their shape. Jane relaxed slightly and let the feeling wash over her, although she was still very aware that there were other people in the room. His fingers brushed her nipples and then grasped each one between thumb and finger, squeezing slightly causing her mouth to open silently and her head to rock back.
The hands moved down, leaving her breasts heaving, and moved down over her bound hands to her hips. They grasped her hips tightly and spun Jane around so that she was facing the other way. One strong hand rested in the centre of her back and pushed gently, causing Jane to bend over slowly. David's hands were immediately on her behind, rubbing and squeezing the cheeks, sending a rush of blood around Jane's body that manifested itself in a flush to her face. Jane was really not sure about this. A spanking was one thing, but a public spanking was quite another.
The sound of mumbling voices grew louder as David moved his hands to the hem of her tight skirt and started to slide it up her thighs.
"No... no... please?" Jane whimpered. "Not like this... the others...."
Jane was so torn between the anxiety and humiliation she was feeling, mixed in with the anticipation of feeling David's hand pounding against her arse, delivering the spanking she craved.
"I said no talking," came the reply from David in a soft but firm voice.
The skirt was completely over her hips now and her arse was exposed to the eyes of David as well as anyone else's eyes who were in the room. His hands moved back onto her arse cheeks and slid down towards the top of her thighs. Jane whimpered in both desire and pleading to stop the humiliation, but David did not stop. His hand continued on and into the gap at the top of her thighs where it cupped her sex and rubbed her swollen pussy lips and protruding clitoris through the material of her thong. Jane moaned with lust. At last, the feel of his touch as she had longed for all day, but still she was afraid; deeply embarrassed and afraid.
The hand quickly left her pussy and her head shot back as she felt the pain shoot through her as it slammed down against her backside. A warm tingling coursed through her veins and the heat in her buttocks started to build.
"No... don't!" she tried to mumble but it was such a feeble protest that Jane herself knew that she had resigned herself to the humiliation and degradation of a public beating.
The hand left her and was immediately back with a crack, and then another followed in quick succession which caused Jane to pant open mouthed and stumble forward slightly. She blindly reached down to steady herself and felt the floor meet her hands. She balled her bound hands into fists and pushed them into the soft carpet bracing herself for the next blow.
It came quickly and with a loud slap.
"Ohhhh yes... thank you sir," Jane deliriously panted as the fire in her pussy burned.
His hands were rubbing her arse cheeks and one slipped down to her pussy again. It roughly pulled aside the thin material of her thong and dove for her aching hole. A gasp escaped Jane's lips and she threw her head as she felt the finger plunge deep into her, sending streams of pleasure through her.
The next blow came while the finger was still embedded in her and the mixture of pleasure and pain soared to a level not reached before. Jane thought she would collapse but desperately wanted to stay upright and receive more.
Another, another, and yet another vicious blow stung against her left cheek as the finger slowly pumped in and out of her. Then the finger was gone and Jane whimpered at the loss. But now there was something else nudging between her legs. She widened her stance slightly in anticipation of maybe two fingers entering her. But it wasn't two fingers. Jane hissed a "Yes" and thrust her hips back as she realised she could feel the swollen head of David's cock nudging at her opening.
"Yes... do it... fuck me sir... use me, fuck me like a slut in front of all these people... I don't care anymore... just don't stop." Jane was so close to orgasm she was almost delirious with lust.
Her pussy and clitoris exploded as his cock thrust deep into her in one movement and stayed there buried to the hilt. Jane felt completely full, more full than she had ever felt, but clamoured for more. David withdrew his cock almost to the tip and then plunged into her again. Gradually, the slow deliberate thrusts became a rhythm, banging into her with a great force and a steadily building pace.
Jane panted open mouthed and grunted each time the large member impaled her. A sting of pain reamed through her backside as she felt David's hand slap her hard. Again he slapped her whilst he continued to pump his erect cock into her with a furious pace. His other hand shot forward and caught her long ponytail tightly in his grasp. Jane jerked her head back as he pulled sharply on her hair which sent millions of tiny pleasurable pain signals from the scalp of her head through her body and mashed with the throbbing heat in her pussy. Her orgasm started to explode from deep within her as she felt David furiously hammer his shaft into her, his thighs slapping loudly against her arse. On and on the pulsing orgasm ripped through her body and just when she thought it was subsiding she felt the heat as David started to cum, pumping his seed deeply into her. Her orgasm renewed its intensity as he continued to milk every last drop into her, slowing his pace to a steady thrusting.
Jane felt the cum overflow out of her pussy and start to run down her thighs. She felt the sweat beading on her back. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she came back down to earth with the realisation of what she had just done and collapsed off his cock into a heap on the floor.
As Jane lay there for a couple of seconds, the tears running down her cheeks in a mixture of humiliation, deep satisfaction and sheer exhaustion, she suddenly heard the voices disappear. She was puzzled by this and lifted herself to her elbows. David was behind her and she felt his hands untying the blindfold. She squinted as the darkness disappeared and the bright light flooded into her eyes. As her eyes slowly began to focus she realised that she was in David's office and there was no one else there except David.
She turned her head towards him and looked into his eyes with a questioning look.
"Where did they all go?" she whispered.
"There was never anyone here, Jane... just you and me," he replied smiling.
"But the voices?" Jane was confused.
"Just a sound file I downloaded and looped it around.... I might harbour a tendency to punish and mildly humiliate, but I am not a total sadistic arsehole," he said playfully.
Jane suddenly realised it had all be a charade simply to make her believe she was being publicly humiliated. The warm breeze came from a fan by an open window. The tears welled up again; this time with relief. She buried her head in David's chest.
"I have never felt that way before," she mumbled, "so intense, so charged... it was incredible."
David didn't say anything but merely held her close and smiled for a moment.
"I am afraid though, Jane, that we are going to have to find you other employment. I think we will both agree that we can't really work effectively together with this sort of intensity between us," David said.
Jane pulled away from him and struggled to wipe the tears from her eyes with her still bound hands. She sighed and sagged slightly. David leant over to untie her hands.
"I suppose you are right," Jane said, "...not after today."
"I have lots of contacts around.... I am sure one of them will be happy to see you. You were overqualified to be a P.A. anyway... it is the least I can do." Then after a short pause, "Maybe we could still meet up once in a while and... well, you know."
For the first time Jane saw David blush slightly and become furtive.
She smiled broadly and turned to him as he finally removed the rope from her wrists and simply said, "Maybe."
THE END
