Page 38 of Her Boss

The tone of my voice conveyed what I intended. I wasn’t going to be patient with her. She needed strictness, right from the start.

In the end, it would be kinder for her as she adjusted to bending her strong will to a man.

With a sigh she complied, unable to meet my gaze. I was pleased by the way the position lifted and presented her breasts even more blatantly than before, their soft weight exquisitely vulnerable. And breathtakingly beautiful.

“Straighten your shoulders, slut. Present those big tits properly.” It was an impromptu experiment, of sorts, to see how she reacted to the degrading terms. Judging by her even deeper blush and her instant compliance, the results seemed more than a little promising.

She did as instructed, and I finally gave in to the need to feel her arousal for myself. Slipping two fingers between the lips of her sex, plunging deep inside her, my thumb stroking her densely furred mound, I luxuriated in her wet, slippery heat.

“Somebody likes this,” I said softly, trying to meet her gaze. But she refused, her mortification seeming to get the best of her. “Helpless against her own body’s needs, no matter how twisted and dark they might be. Poor girl.”

She was utterly still, save for the heaving of her breasts. I took one of them in my hand, kneading it, bouncing it on my palm. She drew a deep, sharp breath when I tugged and twisted the very hard nipple. She was so perfectly formed, and I knew I could get lost for long minutes simply fondling her gorgeous breasts.

Time enough for that later.

She needed a quick lesson in what ownership of her beautiful body meant. Taking a step back, I gently cupped her chin, raising it until she was facing forward once more. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of frantic need and nervous dread swimming in their clear depths.

“Bend over.”

Her lips pursed for a moment as if she were silently weighing whether or not to proceed, then haltingly she obeyed. Keeping her off-balance, guessing, was the best way forward for a clever mind like hers. She needed to know that no matter how much she thought she could take control, that such an endeavor was doomed to fail.

She needed to know she was well taken in hand, with a man who knew exactly what to do with a fascinating creature like her.

“You’ll count them,” I growled.

“O-okay…” she said, the strain in her voice making my cock want to explode.

I slapped her left breast, sending it bouncing, her gasp probably one more of surprise than actual pain. I made her wait a moment before slapping the other breast, harder.

Her soft hiss was one of genuine pain. She’d need to learn how to deal with a little pain in her life for the foreseeable future—at least as long as she remained mine.

I proceeded to punish her breasts, striking each one firmly with an open palm, seeking to get a satisfying sound of the slap, as well as the cock-hardening bounce and jiggle of her poor tits swinging wildly back and forth under my cruel correction. She began to whimper and grunt within a few strikes. I paused now and then, not continuing until her splotched and swelling breasts had stilled. The way this would play with her mind was at least as powerful as the actual sting of the slaps against her soft, pale breasts.

My fingers catching her across the nipple, she yelped loudly on what should have been the tenth slap.

“Count them. You get that one over, girl.” I smacked her again, right over the same spot. Her groan was followed by the correct number.

“Ten!”

I kept at her, making her breasts swing and bounce under the harsh slaps, until I’d reached twenty for each well-punished globe. I needed to make sure she knew that I was tough enough not to be swayed by her cries. That she would be dealt with firmly, but consistently, if she failed me.

Then I stopped, listening to her panting, caressing the hot marks I’d left upon her reddened flesh. “Good color here, girl. These are going to be sore tomorrow, I think.”

“Um…”

“You say ‘yes, sir.’”

Then something happened that I didn’t expect, tears pattering to the floor between my feet. “Y-yes, s-sir.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just a little spanking for your pretty breasts now. You took it very well.” I touched her chin, caressing it a moment, but still her gaze was cast downward, her cheeks bright with tears.

I stroked her hair gently, letting her regain control of herself, not forcing her to look at me.

“Th-that hurt.” She sniffled. “Why did you do that?”

“Part of your life with me. If you stay, that is.”

Finally, after her soft sniffles had trailed off, I told her in a low voice, “On your knees, girl.”

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