Page 41 of Filthy Boss

Chap 26-Milly

I’m going to tell him and he’s going to punish me.

I’ve dreamed about being turned over a man’s knee since I was a teenager. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was almost eighteen.

I’d spent hours fantasizing about what it would be like to be awakened by a spanking on her virginal bottom, disciplined into obeying her master. Sometimes the bad girl who disobeys and gets the punishment of her life.

I would lie in bed in the dark with my eyes closed and my fingers between my legs, imagining and exploring . Those books, those fantasies, helped me unlock my own pleasure, to sort out all the secret things that happen in the dark that my parents and teachers refused to talk about.

My book boyfriends kept me company during many a lonely night through high school and college.

I’d always hoped that one day fantasy would become reality, but never thought it would. Those fantasies don’t come true.

Until they did.

Ty did things to me I assumed only existed in books. Pain that leads to blissful pleasure and filthy promises from a man who intends to keep them. It was all fiction until it came true.

Life wouldn’t be so cruel as to tease me with all my wildest dreams then take it away would it? It wasn’t that cruel usually.

I don’t think Ty could be that cruel either. Not unless I was begging him- which I’m fully prepared to do.

What would it be like to be there for him in every way? Not only his pleasure, the rest of it too- heart and soul.

The thought sends a flutter through my chest as I walk into the office, its empty and dark and quiet. Then I see Ty sitting behind his desk. I see his eyes, hungry, possessive. I want to be his, I want it so badly.

“You’ve been lying to me haven’t you?”

“Yes boss.”

He raised the arms on his chair and pointed at his lap. “Bend over.”

For a stunned moment my head began to spin wildly out of control.

“Now,” he ordered.

I leaned over his lap, feeling his cock press into my stomach. My hands grabbed the floor as I lowered my entire weight upon him. His hands slowly massaged my ass. His first slap was light; I needed much more than this from him. “Mmmm,” I moaned.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Boss.”

Smack!

Now his hand came thundering down on my ass, pushing me slightly forward as his cock twitched beneath me.

Smack! The prickly stings were beginning to multiply as my ass warmed to his touch.

Smack! The pain quickly turned into a familiar warm buzz that heightened my arousal. My nipples pushed against my bra as he held me down with his left hand while spanking me harder and harder with his right. In between the spanks he pushed his fingers between my legs, forcing my panties uncomfortably into my slit as he caressed each ass cheek.

His cock felt like steel against my shirt as the stretchy fabric ripped apart. Then he hooked his fingers into my panties, yanked them up sharply, and the thin lace fabric dredged into my clit and sent a sensation so sharp and sudden that I lost my breath as he ripped the expensive panties off me.

“As punishment for not telling me everything you will not wear panties in this office ever again. Understand?”

“Yes, boss.”

Smack! His hand came crashing down on my bare ass, forcing me deeper into his control. “Count them out.”

Smack! “One, sir!”

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