Page 81 of In His Office

He grabbed my hips, holding me in place, and then the smooth, rounded tip of the cane touched my naked skin, and I held my breath.

He didn’t strike me with it right away. Instead, he grazed the length of it over my skin and lightly tapped it against my bottom a few times before pressing it back into place.

Then he pulled back and swished the cane loudly through the air beside me. The sound alone was enough to make me jump, and I bit my lip to keep my cry of alarm quiet.

Then he settled the cane back in place once more.

“Now, needy girl, I’m going to check to see how wet you are after your caning, and if you’re even wetter than you are now, then I’m going to take your bottom fast and hard, just the way I suspect you need tonight.”

He drew back the cane, and it cracked cross the middle of my ass cheeks, the pain sharp and stinging. A line of fire erupted across my flesh, far more intense than his hand or his belt, and I arched into the pain. My body rolled, writhing as a wave of agony intensified and the welt rose on my bare flesh.

It hurt.

So much.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered.

“Tell me, naughty girl, tell me what you want.”

“I want…”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“More,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and trembling.

I felt his hand on the small of my back, and then he swished the cane back and then forward, connecting with my bare bottom, and I cried out, a long, loud, piercing sound that echoed throughout the room.

Again the blazing fire swelled and faded only for another strike of the cane to fall just below the first two. Then two more followed.

My ass was aflame, the welts and the bruises rising, and yet, he continued to whip me until I was begging him for mercy.

My pussy was just as inflamed as my ass.

With his every blow, my arousal grew, the pleasure mixing with the pain until I couldn’t distinguish one from the other. I was teetering on the edge, desperate for release, but knowing that I wasn’t going to come until he allowed it.

Then he struck me several times on the backs of my thighs, and tears welled in my eyes. The sting was far greater than anything I’d ever felt before, and just as the first sob wracked my body, he tossed the cane aside and slipped his fingers between my thighs.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned.

His fingers circled around my clit, and my back arched, a low moan escaping my lips. I could feel the wetness coating my thighs, the evidence of my arousal, and my face burned with shame and lust.

“Tell me, needy girl. How do you need to come?” he coaxed, all while his fingers were circling my clit, slowly and surely and so teasingly light that I couldn’t quite get over the edge. I moaned, desperate for his cock to fill me.

I could feel him straining through his pants, his cock hard and thick, and I could barely stand it anymore.

“Please,” I begged, the words spilling from my lips.

“Tell me,” he urged.

I knew what I needed, but it felt almost too shameful to say out loud.

“I need to come with your cock in my ass,” I begged.

“Your wish is my command, naughty girl,” he replied, and he pushed me down onto the bed, my breasts pressing against the sheets. My nipples hardened as he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide apart with a single hand.

My pussy clenched, and a fresh wave of arousal dripped down my thighs.

He didn’t prepare me, not with his fingers and not with the plug.

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