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She lifted the hem of the dress to her waist and bent over the desk, raising her round, naked buttocks into the air and placing her palms flat on the desk.

Peter had taken pleasure in teaching her the proper position when being spanked over a desk or table. And she’d enjoyed herself as immensely after having her bottom warmed with his hand and then her pussy fucked hard. But that was playtime.

This was a different kind of lesson.

He pushed her long hair over her shoulders, effectively blocking her view of him. Something she hated, and of course something he would continue to do.

“Tell me again what you agreed to,” he said, petting her ass. A soft tremble greeted his touch.

“That I would be yours until my mother came home,” she said, not bothering to look back at him. It would be useless anyway.

“That’s right. And are you allowed to keep asking me to take you home?”

“No, sir.”

His balls tightened at the three-letter word she’d tacked onto her answer.

“And yet you’ve mentioned it four times today.” The other three had been random comments about how to keep his website up to date after she went home. But they counted.

“So, I think that means you owe me four.”

He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and pulling her against his body.

“Okay,” she said with a little more sarcasm than he should allow.

The poor thing thought he meant four spanks.

She jolted when his fingers slipped between her legs and through her folds, gathering the wetness that always seemed to be there when he wanted it. The woman was as aroused as he was at the prospect of punishments.

“Peter?” she asked, trying to crane her neck to see him when he inserted two fingers into her pussy, instantly feeling the clenching flesh.

“Be quiet.” He pinched her hip. “When you’re done, you can talk—though I doubt you’ll be able to.” He plunged into her and finger fucked her hard, bending at his knuckles enough to brush against that tender little spot inside of her that drove her crazy.

“Oh. Oh…fuck.” She slapped her hand against the desk. “Peter.”

Apparently, she wasn’t ready to be obedient.

“If you keep talking, I’ll have to gag you,” he promised.

Squeezing her hard against him, he fucked her fast with his fingers, making sure to brush her clit and drive her to the brink.

“Aaagh.” Her body tightened, and she was about to burst.

“Are you going to come?” he asked, not slowing his ministrations.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” She arched her back and gave him better access.

“No, you’re not.” He plunged in deep, feeling the evidence of the first wave starting, and pulled his hand free, stepping away from her.

He’d heard women cry out in frustration—this wasn’t his first punishment, but he’d never heard the raw anger he did with Azalea.

“I probably should have explained. You aren’t coming. Bad girls who don’t obey don’t get to come. But you’ll come right up to the edge, right to where you’re about to fall into oblivion, and then I’m going to yank you back. Four times. That was number one.”

“What? No! Peter!” She tried to get back up, but he planted a hand between her shoulder blades.

Without a word, he wrapped his arm back around her waist and plunged three digits into her. Her head thrown back, she thrust her ass toward him.

He listened to her moans, felt her body’s reaction as he curled his fingers, stroked the right spots. She settled into soft moans.

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