Page 86 of Her Boss

The view over the White River was breathtaking, the breeze warm and fresh. The sun was high in the sky, illuminating every corner of the valley, the waves on the water shimmering gold. Genie was irresistible as she’d stepped out of the car, her tight jeans delineating every cock-hardening inch of her body from her generous hips and trim waist to the sleek muscles of her thighs. Her boobs—unfettered by a bra as I’d ordered that morning before our journey—bounced and swayed fetchingly in her black tank.

Her mirrored sunglasses, sadly, hid her mortification at my words when I’d gruffly ordered her to strip her jeans and panties down, but the overall look she presented was so appealing it was more than a sound tradeoff.

“Stand still,” I said, raising my voice to ensure she could hear me over the breeze. I took a moment to enforce my requirements still further. “Legs together. More than that. At the ankles. There, better. Now, rest those tits on the railing, and spread your bottom open for me.”

She made a strangled sound of protest. “I can’t do that here!”

“Yes, you can, unless you want to enter our new home with a roasted hot bottom. It’s your choice, bad girl.” I smacked her ass gently as a warning, reveling in the bounce and shudder of the soft, generous flesh. Her ass was made for me—for fucking, for punishment, for loving.

And it was all mine. Just like the rest of her.

“Either you cooperate and spread your big bottom nice and wide for your sir, or you’re going to be getting a nice, hard spanking out here in the broad daylight for all the passing truckers to see. Then you’re still going to have to spread for me afterward, no matter how many tears are sliding down your pretty cheeks. Do you get me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she squeaked, already reaching trembling hands back to do as ordered.

“I thought you’d see the light,” I said, eager to begin. Such back and forth was often the best part, making the miscreant participate in her own punishment.

That interplay of unfairness, of the perpetually unequal power balance of our relationship, it fed something deep and dark inside her just the same as it did me.

I’d been cosmically lucky enough to find a girl absolutely perfect for a man like me.

The roar of a semi going by made Genie yelp, her butt swaying for a moment.

“Back in position, silly. It’s just a big rig.” Though I did wonder if the driver had seen the buxom bottom bent and bared over the railing.

As if on cue, the triple blast from his air horn confirmed it.

“Someone liked the show,” I remarked, chuckling, twisting the metaphorical knife just a little bit more.

She whimpered, stamping a foot in protest. “Sir!”

“Be quiet now. You aren’t fooling anyone, girl. You know you’re gorgeous. You like showing off that body. I understand you—probably better than you understand yourself. I see you.” I poked the center of her smooth right buttock with a fingertip. “Now, I believe I ordered you to present your bottomhole properly. Get to it unless you want my belt across it when you finally obey.”

With palpable reluctance, her hands with her pretty painted nails reached back, yawning her bottom cheeks apart, the flesh under her fingertips pressed white as she pulled her ass wide open. Her anus, tight and neat and dusky, clenched still smaller as it was exposed to the direct sun. I touched it with a fingertip, loving how it squeezed smaller each time I brushed it. “That’s better, sweet girl. So pretty.”

I presented the stout steel plug to her anus, its flange having been etched with the words ‘Bad Girl.’ As I pressed it home just a little, she jerked reflexively.

“Hold still.” I smacked the back of her thigh sharply, sending it jiggling fetchingly and leaving a darkening pink mark in its wake.

Geneva yelped, but stayed in place.

Then I eased the steel forward. As expected, she tightened upon it just as the widest part began to sink inside her. “No, you need to push out when you have that urge to squeeze.”

“It’s… I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. And your pretty asshole is going to be out here on display for any passing motorists to peruse until you can do as you’re told.” I pressed against her rim once more. “Now, push out.”

Finally with one long, panting whine from Genie, her anus spread achingly wide, then swallowed down the broadest part of the steel plug. I seated it home, until only the flange, with its shaming pronouncement on Genie’s true mischievous nature, was seated firmly within the cleft of her bottom. “That’s much better. See? You could take it after all.”

“Ah, take it out. It’s too big!”

“Is it hurting?”

“Ugh, I mean, I don’t know…”

“That’s a no. It’s supposed to be uncomfortable. It’s supposed to be impossible for you to forget it’s there. It’s a reminder of who owns that bottomhole—and of who owns you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, chastened. I waited a moment, loving the way her poor hole spasmed around the plug, the steel utterly unforgiving. I stepped away, leaving her that way until another truck passed. This time, it was a big RV, the driver slowing down to a crawl before moving on. I wasn’t certain of it, due to the glare on the side window, but I suspected more than one photo may have been snapped.

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