“Well,” Ms. Cabray murmured. “I see your little girlfriend at least got you nice and turned on before I interrupted the proceedings. Things must have been very exciting, if you’re still so hard. Or … maybe you just really like being put in your place …”
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only. It features intensely erotic situations, multiple dominant woman and a submissive man, humiliation, role reversal, femdom dominance and discipline, spanking punishment, and degrading backdoor sex. All characters are 18 or older.
It’s nine on a Friday night, and Ryan’s the only one left in the office. The girl he’s just started seeing wants to stop by. He knows it’s a bad idea to fool around with her in the break room, but he doesn’t want to miss his chance with her. Who’s going to find out?
Unfortunately for the horny twenty-three year old, it’s his beautiful and domineering boss who walks in …
It won’t take long before his crush has switched sides, and Ryan’s at the mercy of two women who are going to show him just how wrong he was to try to pull one over on them.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from the works of Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.
Excerpt:
The sharp, intense pain came again as her hand struck his ass. With each blow he felt his stiff cock bouncing against his stomach, still naked and on embarrassing display.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Ryan gasped.
This was beyond humiliating. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his outstretched arms. He couldn’t bear to look at Amy. Why did this all have to be happening in front of her?
But Ms. Cabray apparently wasn’t satisfied with how things were going. Her hand came down again and the sharp sound was like a gunshot. Ryan groaned in pain and blinked water from his eyes.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he managed to whimper after a moment.
“Yes, that was much better,” she said.
Ryan stiffened as he felt Ms. Cabray rest a hand on his ass. The woman felt his the firmness of his stinging cheeks and traced the curve down to his thigh, exploring and evaluating her misbehaving young employee. Ryan was intensely aware of his nakedness, with his reddened ass and stiff cock stuck out in the expansive break room that suddenly seemed to have no corners.
“Well,” Ms. Cabray murmured. “I see your little girlfriend at least got you nice and turned on before I interrupted the proceedings. Things must have been quite exciting, if you’re still so hard.”
Ryan whimpered slightly in mortification and his hidden face burned red. He couldn’t bear to respond.
“Or maybe you just really like being put in your place. Maybe you really like being told you’re a bad boy. Is that it, Ryan?”
Ryan tried to lie. He mouthed the words, but no sound came out.
“I said, is that true, Ryan? Do you like being spanked for being such a bad boy?”
Softly, almost painfully, he groaned his answer. “Yes, ma’am.”
Ms. Cabray’s hand went away. “And what’s your name?” Ryan heard her ask.
“Amy.”
“Well, Amy. I don’t seem to be getting through to him, so I’m going to have you take a crack at it. Step over here.”
“What, but I-”
“Do you want me to fire him?”
“No, of course not but-”
“Well, if he doesn’t recognize how unacceptable his behavior has been, I’ll have no choice but to fire him. You’re his only hope. Stand here.”
Ryan whimpered softly into his arms as he listened, helpless and humiliated. Every time he thought his boss couldn’t go any farther or come up with anything worse, Ms. Cabray did so easily.
“Sorry, Ryan,” she heard Amy whisper to him.
“Don’t apologize to him. Apologize to me!”
“Ah, sorry, ma’am.”
“Now spank that tight little ass.”
Amy’s hand rested on Ryan’s naked hip, holding him steady, and then her hand came down in a forceful pat.
“Did I tell you to feel his ass up or to hit it? Hard!”
Amy tried again, a little harder. It still wasn’t enough, and Ms. Cabray barked at her to be rougher and rougher until Amy was spanking Ryan every bit as hard as Ms. Cabray had done. It took Ryan’s breath away, it stung so badly
And after every spank Ryan had to say, “Thank you, Amy.” Feeling the name come from his lips brought it all home again. Every time, he couldn’t escape it.
“Thank you, Amy.”