"Aah! Th-Thank you...!" she half groaned, half squeaked out from between her lips. Unsatisfied with her response, I quickly brought up my arm and listened as the old-fashioned ruler cut through the air and loudly smacked down across the girl's exposed rear end.
"Thank you, what?" My voice firm, even though the sight of the wood striking her bare flesh was almost as arousing as her helpless capitulation to me, she could not tell it from my voice. Nor could she see the desire on my face or the effect her reactions were having on me. Bent over her desk, her khaki trousers were yanked down to her knees, exposing her rear end, and her white panties were pulled up tightly between her ass cheeks, dividing the soft, smooth flesh into two globes, ready, waiting to be beaten.
"Thank you.. s-s-SIR!" she almost whispered until I smacked her ass with the ruler again. Her last word almost a shout as the wood struck her ass. Nervously, she looked out the open the door of her office into the nearly dark, pre-dawn hallway. She had to know that this early, while it was improbable that anyone would see, it was not, however, impossible.
"Waiting for an audience girl? Hoping someone will come along and see you bent over your desk, ass exposed and covered in red marks..." I bent down near her face and grabbed a handful of her blonde and red-streaked brown hair, whispering into her ear and trying to keep my own breathing calm, measured, over the rapid beating of my heart. "...listening to you moan like a whore, following every order like a trained animal?"
My heart jumped as I heard her breath catch, knowing she was thinking about the answer. She was asking herself if that
was
what she wanted, asking not if someone would come by and stop this humiliating display, but if they would stop and watch, or if they'd want to help...to join in. I smiled and decided not to give her the chance to decide as I quickly smacked her ass again and again with the ruler before I pulled back on her hair, tilting her head back so I could see her face. Her moan said she enjoyed the pain and left her lips deliciously parted. I didn't need to tell her how that pleased me. "Am I going to get answer, girl?" the threat implied in my tone. I admit, I was curious as to what her answer would be.
When it came, it was stammered and soft. I was right next to her lips and could not hear more than a few words, but I could see the mixed emotions in her eyes. Disbelief and shock at the truth of her answer, and something else, an honest, filthy desire to submit, even to the humiliation of being seen by her colleagues. I let my pleasure show through my grin as I whipped the ruler against her ass, my hand shaking a little at the sight and sound of it. Wood on a lush ass is a fucking symphony when done right. She needed no prompting to answer properly this time, although he answer stuttered out between ruler slaps. "I'm afraid... someone will come along... and stop you."
My eyes narrowed as my grin curled into a truly wicked smile. I dragged the metal edge of the ruler up and down along the curve of her ass, tracing over the lines of the pink welts forming on her milky white flesh. I'd left several as I spanked my willing fucktoy, and we weren't done yet. I whipped the ruler now with frenzied speed, sure in the knowledge that she was enjoying this as much as I was, and that I had made the right choice in choosing her.
That brought me pause, and I stopped for a moment to ponder, all the while rubbing the ruler back and forth over her rear and ignoring her moans and heavy breathing. I wondered at what moment I'd declared this girl to be mine. Months of conversation, teasing and sharing. Intimate details laid bare. Then, I had decided weeks ago that it was time, that I would take her, make her beg for me to give her pleasure. But until that moment, until just now, I had not thought of this fucktoy, this girl, as my property, nor had I realized how much I would enjoy that thought. Watching her as she remained facing the door as I gripped her hair in my hand and rubbed her exposed ass lightly with the ruler, I also realized she wanted to be mine. She didn't just want to be dominated, to be humiliated and shown for the whore she always knew she was, but was afraid to be. She wanted
me
to do it. She wanted to me
my
whore.
I hadn't realized I let my grasp slacken around her hair as my mind wandered until she turned to look at me, catching what must have appeared as a thoughtful expression on my face.
"Sir?" The word was hesitant at first, spilling uneasily from her lips. The next time it was more sure, more certain. "Sir...have I done something wrong?"
That simple question was enough to shake me from my internal reverie, and enough to let me know her desires. She didn't ask to stop, didn't ask if I was done, but rather if she had done something wrong, something to displease me. Her overwhelming need to please and serve me shone crystal clear in her eyes.
I shook my head and fully released her hair. "Not today you haven't, girl." I grinned as I soflty turned her gaze from mine and made her face the office door once again. I stood up straight behind her and smiled as I assaulted her ass with the ruler, again and again and again. I watched the flat ruler strike white flesh, red marks forming shortly after each strike until her whole ass was a pleasingly hot shade. My new toy's sounds turned from quiet gasps to high-pitched whines as she started to push her ass back, anticipating the coming pleasure-pain from each swing of the ruler, and I was more than happy to oblige. I switched from ruler to bare hand, wanting no barrier between us and almost moaning myself as I let my hand alternately strike and caress her hot, welted flesh.
"AAH! Yessssss...thank you SIR!" she bit out as flesh struck flesh. As her cries changed in pitch once again, I lashed out and struck her other cheek with the flat of my palm, and she nearly convulsed against the desk, shaking as I hit the squarely over the mass of marks from the ruler. I stopped abruptly, reached down and grabbed a handful of her rear end, squeezing and massaging it roughly, glorying in her lustful moans. Her cheeks were beautiful: all red welts and handprints. And still, she pushed her ass back into my hands, wordlessly begging for more.
I was almost ready to oblige her as I looked down, ass twitching in the air. She could so easily manipulate me if I allowed. That thought was enough to pull me back. I stepped back and looked down at her, letting her feel the absence of me for a moment. This time, her head did not turn. She remained, panting slighting, waiting.
"Stand up, girl." Hesitatingly she pushed herself up off the desk and stood up straight in front of me, blinking at the abrupt change I looked up and down, admiring the body of the girl I'd chosen: her purple lace was bra pushed up over heavy breasts; her thick nipples, the lightest shade of pink I'd ever seen, stood stiff from being rubbed against the surface of the desk; her open blouse showed a shapely figure that screamed, 'I overindulge and I fucking like it'; above, her hair fell just past her shoulders and framed a face I'd dreamed about cumming on ever since we'd met—God, those fucking plump lips and cute nose were the stuff of face-painting dreams! Her pants fell almost comically down around her ankles now, and her panties, still riding her ass, clung tightly, splitting her bald pussy lips just as they did her backside. I knelt and tugged them down roughly to her knees. Their dampness kept them trapped against her skin. Gazing upwards, I saw her sweet lips, glistening with her juices, and I swore I could see new moisture forming before me. I stood, letting her take in my wicked grin and listening to her labored breathing. I felt her hot breath puff against my chest as I stepped forward, nearly touching her, close enough to feel her heat. She stood still and uneasy, half undressed in front of me, her ass raw from the beating I had administered, and I knew for certain she was all mine.
I reached out and dragged my fingers suddenly up along her exposed slit, reveling in her shocked gasp. Teasing her flesh with a touch as I stroked lightly up and down, one lip then the other. Just enough to dampen my fingers before bringing them. Her light scent rose from my fingers as I showed them to her.
"So wet. Already coating your pussy, already dripping off of your whoring body. Did you enjoy being exposed, being spanked until you were ready to cum?" At first she nodded, then answered with a weak 'yes Sir' when I scowled my displeasure. Her face had become almost nearly as red as her ass had been. "You really are a slut. Allowing a man to force you over your desk in your own office, to strip your pants and spank you. Letting him grab your shaved little cunt. You were waiting for this. You were waiting for someone to come and take you." I stepped closer, grabbed her chin with my pussy-damp hand and forced her look at me. "You were waiting for me."
I watched the words hit her hard, watched her absorb them. She was blushing even more as she tried nod again, but finding herself unable to move in my firm grasp, answered aloud instead, her gaze on mine: "I was waiting for You, Sir." She licked her lips, but continued softly, "I belong to You."
At this heart-felt declaration I moved my hand, stuck my cunt-slick fingers into her mouth, and felt them vibrate when she moaned deeply. I rubbed them in and out, over her tongue, and without prompting, without being told, she begin to lick and suck them like a cock. Her tongue slid up and down over them, swirled around and between them as she sucked every drop of her pussy juices from them and then teased them with the tip of her tongue. I let her suckle, enjoying her oral ministrations, my hard cock twitching eagerly in the confines of my pants, before pulling them out and pushing her back against her desk, forcing her to sit on it. My new pet cried out as her hot, welted ass touched the cool surface. Not stopping I forced her all the way back, yanking her pants the rest of the way off but leaving her panties where they were. My slut needed a demonstration of her new ownership, and I couldn't wait to show her.
I stood up and looked down at the ball-achingly erotic sight of her, but my eyes were drawn inexorably to that sweet slit between her legs: her glistening pussy streaming its wetness down her lips and onto the desk; her engorged clit just starting to peek from its hood, such a dark and inviting pink. She lay back, looking up at me, and waiting so submissively to see what I would do to her next that the heady feeling of dominance over her nearly made me lightheaded. I could make her wait as long as I wanted, but the blood pounding through my cock urged me to action.
