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I had not fully drifted off with him so far and he was evidently aware of it from observing me. “I have in the past, sir. During sensual spankings or floggings. Never for punishments. Did you want me too?”
“No. You must not subspace during punishments. You should feel the pain, not run from it. So what kept you from subspacing?”
“I was unhappy that you were disappointed in me. I shared that disappointment with you, sir. Negative feelings,” I confessed.
He had not touch me at all, just stood there, my back to him and his voice by my ear. “Let the punishment work those feelings out of you. Release them. Then we will both be able to move on. I am satisfied. You have been contrite, understood what you did wrong and took your punishment with courage. What do you want now?” he lured me with his seductive voice.
“You inside me.” I shut my eyes, trembling at his close proximity and the temerity of my statement.
“Hungry for me are you?” he asked quietly.
“Very, sir. Hungry to make you happy.”
Oh to be fucked now, would be such a delight. Please, please, my insides begged for relief.
“Do you know why you were aroused, so wet?”
I was about to say to please him, but he had not asked me to become aroused. It was a punishment spanking and not an erotic experience like the first spanking he gave me in the lair. The realisation of my response to his painful spanking hit me hard.
“Pain. That isn’t right.... I’ve never....” I floundered for words. I could not face the idea that I liked pain to the point of launching an orgasm. That I was a masochist, not after what he did to me in his garage.
“Sssh,” said Jason reaching out with his arms, he wrapped his hands around me. “Don’t be afraid of pain. We’ll deal with the issue another day.”
My anxiety must have leaked out of me, showed itself, even though he could not see my face. Leading me back to his desk, he threw his shirt tie toward his desk chair. He pushed me over to the meeting table.
“Bend over, hungry one, flat to the table. Hands grip the edge. You don’t move. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Cautiously I bent over on to the table. My blouse was still on and he pulled it up away from my red bottom cheeks. My hands clasped the table edge, I could just reach if I stretched myself wide. I rested my cheek on the hard table surface and shut my eyes. The situation was unreal, like a dream coming alive. One of my fantasies was coming true. I really was about to be fucked by my boss in his powerbase.
He used his feet to push mine apart further, wider. I knew he was going to fuck me and did not think he had my pleasure in mind. A finger touched my anus, I winced and flinched away, his finger went south and plunged into me, he used it to probe, in and out quickly. Finger gone and I heard his zip coming down, he was breathing fast, keen to be about his business. His hard shaft pressed against my entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” Not quite a question.
I could not talk but I nodded my head. My ponytail was grasped and held tightly, pulling my head and shoulders off the table.
“Hold tight,” he instructed. “Nobody can hear us,” he hissed down at me.
I exhaled a loud cry when he rammed into me, he did not go deep but hovered for a minute. Holding my waist and hair as I took him in me. Then he started to move in and out rapidly, audible grunts as he exerted himself. I was uncomfortable but not in pain, deep down the sex was what I wanted. The submissive bent over for her master, servicing his pleasure. The thought of this, not the reason why I was here, but just the idea that I was being fucked aroused me intensely. He leant over me and started to rest his weight on his elbows, dropping my ponytail. My bum was being painfully chaffed by his trouser button, his weight was starting to crush me and panic was setting in. It was too much and he was suffocating me. I could not breathe and my arousal was lessening. My natural survival instinct kicked in and I was writhing and making distressing noises. I was going to safe-word. Before the word came out, he pulled up as if he had read my mind.
“Are you alright?” Jason’s voice sounded mildly concerned.
“Couldn’t breathe, OK now,” I panted back.
He was still inside me, he began to move again with urgency but he stayed upright. He gripped my hips tightly and filled me. His ejaculation was accompanied by his forceful exclamation of pleasure. “Fuck, oh Fuck,” he exclaimed as he leant forward on his hands.
One hand reached down between my legs and found my tender spot and he rubbed it hard. I gasped and pushed back against his hand, I was so ready to come. Then he stopped and removed both his hand and the remnants of his erection from inside me.
No! I was left incomplete and extremely frustrated, my personal hunger unfulfilled. I heard his zipper going back up and he walked across to the other side of the room and opened a door. A tap running in another room, he was washing his hands. Then his footsteps returned and I sensed him nearby.
“Get up. Use the bathroom to tidy yourself up.”
I gingerly rose and scooped up my clothes. I could barely walk. Even though my shoe heels were low, I tottered across the room. I washed myself with a handful of tissues and put my clothes back on. Rinsing the tears off my face, I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy and my hair was a mess. I quickly tidied it with my fingers.
When I came out, Jason was back at his desk sat down, necktie back on and he looked very unflustered like nothing had happened. I stood in front of the desk, like a naughty schoolgirl. My legs were very wobbly.
