He glanced at his clock when he saw her knocking on the door. He had told her to be there at eight; it was 7:57. He chuckled to himself, then turned and headed the opposite way. It was cold outside, but not too cold, and she could last another few minutes. He would pretend that he hadn't seen or heard her, arguing she was late, and that would jump start the morning.
He heard her knock harder, but he kept up a steady gait as he walked to the back of the store. At 8:03 he headed back to the front, feigning innocence as he opened the door. She shook off the snow and the cold, glaring at him through her eyelashes.
"What time did I tell you to get here?" he asked her, his voice firm.
"Eight o'clock."
He held his watch in front of her face. "What time is it?"
She sighed. "Three minutes past eight."
"So that makes you?"
"Late." The word came out from between clenched teeth. She knew exactly what he was doing, but part of her enjoyed it thoroughly. The other part of her, of course, was pissed as hell.
He made sure the door was locked behind her, then grabbed her hand to lead her through the aisles. He dragged her through the store to the back, pulling her through a door marked "Employees Only." Once through this door, he reached up and tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her roughly along behind him as he headed downstairs into the basement.
Downstairs was dark and cool. It was obviously a storage room, filled to the brimming with boxes and racks of overstock. In the far corner, hidden away, was a desk. They came to a stop a few feet away from it. "Undress." The command was short, but the power and tone behind the words didn't allow for any argument. She quickly shed her clothing; he delighted in the way her nipples hardened from the cold. As she took off her pants, he reached out and caught hold of her left breast. He pinched her nipple between two fingers and twisted the nub harshly, his cock hardening as she gasped.
"Bend over the desk." As she did so, he put one large, beefy hand on the center of her back, effectively holding her down. "How many minutes late were you?"
I was three minutes early fucker, she thought. But what she said was "Three minutes, Sir."
"And how many seconds are in a minute?" he asked.
"60 seconds."
"And three times sixty?"
She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. "180 seconds."
"Oh, good girl," he said, patting her on the ass. "I'll take off five seconds because you did the math so well. But that means you're still going to get 175 smacks. Right on your ass, as hard as I can." His voice was full of fake sweetness, making him sound oh so condescending.
She felt him pull away for a second, and she braced herself. His hand came down, full strength, a moment later, and she shoved the heel of her palm into her mouth. Whimpering, she endured thirty or forty smacks before the tears started. He seemed to gain energy as she started crying, her moans and sobs muffled by her hands.
She lost count after about 75, all her concentration needed just to remain upright. He kept going and going, and she finally started shrieking, begging for him to stop. "Please, please! I'm sorry. I won't ever be late again! Please! Stop!"
Finally, his hand stopped coming down on her ass. He lifted his other hand off of her back, and she fell to her knees in front of the desk. Her legs felt like rubber and wouldn't support her anymore. He moved around to sit in the chair to her left, and without being told to, she moved to kneel in front of him. Her cries always made his cock hard. He loved hearing her scream.
"That's my good girl," he said as she swallowed his cock, taking the entire length into her mouth in one slow movement. He patted her head like he would a faithful puppy. "Go slow. I want to feel your throat on my cock."
She moaned in agreement, delighting in the sensation of his dick opening up her throat, filling her mouth. Her ass burned terribly, and she unconsciously reached around the rub it. He growled. "Leave your fucking ass alone."
He grabbed her head, tangling his hand in her hair again. Using his hold as leverage, he began fucking her face roughly, shoving his cock farther down her throat until she felt like it was going to rip through the back of her neck. He kept trying to push her face deeper into his groin; in moments she would be swallowing his balls as well. She gagged.
"Fucking bitch," he said, pulling away from her. She gasped, trying desperately to regain her breath. "Stand up," he said, grabbing her arm in a bruising hold. "Turn the fuck around, cunt, and bend over the desk again."
She did as she was told, though she was terrified that she was going to be spanked again. If he went after her ass anymore, she might pass out. But she heard him rummaging through something, then heard him tearing open a condom. She braced herself against the desk, opening her legs as wide as possible.
He grabbed her hair again, pulling up her to smack against his chest. With his other hand, he guided his cock into her pussy, fucking her hard with long strokes designed to drive them both to the edge quickly. Her hands went wild, flying out to her sides as she started cumming hard around his cock.
"Oh my," he said, trying to sound surprised despite the fact that he was panting just as hard as she was. "You've already cum?" He pulled out, pausing for a moment to regain some of his energy. She heard him breathe in and out deeply, though she could tell he was trying to keep the fact from her. It had been a while since they had been together; she knew he had had a hell of a time not cumming in her mouth.
"Do you need a break?" she asked coyly, wiggling her ass. She knew that it would piss him off, her suggesting such a thing, and part of her winced when the words slipped out of her mouth. Ah well, she thought. What's the worst that could happen?
