Jack cleared a space on the desk in the center of the office before bending me over it. Shivering, I braced myself on my hands at the far edge of the desk, bent nearly at a ninety degree angle. His hands, hot against my skin, trailed from my shoulders down my spine. He traced the straps still holding that damned butterfly vibrator in place, and I flushed.
"I've given a lot of thought to how I'd like to punish you," he told me, fingertips trailing along my thigh. "A filthy slut like you is going to need lots of punishment."
His hands came around from behind me to cup my breasts in his hands. My nipples were tender from his pinching and pulling, but they were hard against his hands. He teased them gently with his fingertips. I groaned, arching into his hands.
He came to stand in front of me, rummaging around in one of the desk drawers. He found what he was looking for and showed it to me with a flourish: two small black metal binder clips.
I had a bad idea about where this was going.
Sure enough, he pinched one of my already-sore nipples until it was hard enough for his satisfaction. That accomplished, he quickly clamped one of the binder clips over it, pinching and squeezing the delicate flesh. I cried out sharply, twisting in attempt to get away from the sudden sting of pain.
Jack laughed.
He repeated the process with my other nipple, ignoring my whining protests. When both nipples were clamped to suit him, he stepped back, just staring at my breasts, swinging heavily beneath my bent body, tipped with my tortured nipples.
He flicked one of the clips, and I groaned, shuddering, unable to twist away from the pain.
He crossed back behind me, and I tensed, unsure what to expect next.
What I didn't expect was for the vibrator to start again.
My body jerked at the unexpected stimulation, which caused my breasts to swing again, which further emphasized the pressure at the tips of my over-sensitized nipples. I whimpered, trying to still my body.
Jack's hand fell sharply on my ass, causing my body to rock forward again, breasts bouncing. "Fucking slut," he taunted. I whined as he continued to spank me, hard, his open hand on my ass. I wanted to lean down, rest my trembling body against the desk, but the clips on my nipples kept me from doing so. I was torn between leaning down to rest my body, to keep my breasts from jerking and bouncing and further abusing my clamped nipples, and avoiding the added pain of the clips pressing into my breasts if I put any weight on them.
The slaps to my ass came fast and hard, eventually bleeding into a steady stinging pain. The butterfly hummed merrily against my pussy, ramping up my arousal, blending the pleasure with the pain and humiliation.
All the while, obscene, filthy things spewed from Jack's mouth. He punctuated each slap with another nasty insult or comment: "Fucking bitch," he snarled. "Dirty little fuckslut. Look at you, your cunt is dripping all over. Nasty whore, you love this, don't you? Such a fucking cocktease, and look at you."
I couldn't do anything but take it, my arms shaking, my thighs trembling, my pussy aching at the unceasing teasing from the vibrator, my ass burning, my nipples still screaming at their abuse.
My head fell forward, resting my forehead against the desk. Each strike at my ass sent a shudder through my body; my breasts jerked and bounced, hitting me in the face, and I didn't have the will to move. The vibrations against my pussy ramped up, and I whimpered, my hips pumping against nothing.
Jack noticed the frantic jerking of my hips, and the vibrations stopped suddenly. He landed the hardest blow yet across my raw ass. "Dirty whore," he proclaimed.
He grabbed my hips, and I tried to straighten, not sure what was coming next. A sudden hand between my shoulder blades kept me bent over; obediently, I stayed put, even as his hand left my back. He pulled on the straps that had been holding the vibrator in place all day, slowly shoving them away, letting the vibrator fall to the floor between my feet. Exposed to the air, my pussy felt raw and tender.
A sharp slap fell against my pussy, and I nearly screamed.
His fingers probed against the folds of my pussy. "Nasty fuckslut," Jack murmured. "Look at you, dripping wet. You love being my fucktoy, don't you?" A finger slid inside me, and I shuddered. "Such a fucking cocktease, all this time, making me want you. And now here you are, bent over my desk, absolutely fucking gagging for it." A second finger joined the first. "Tell me what you are, slut."
I shook my head.
His fingers stroked me with surprising gentleness. "Tell me."
Stubborn, I stayed still and quiet.
His thumb brushed my clit and I couldn't help but gasp. "You're being a bad slut right now," he told me. "I think you've forgotten that bad sluts get punished." The hand that wasn't in my pussy groped at my breasts, tugging on the clips on my nipples. Fresh waves of pain spiked through me, and I groaned. "Tell me, bitch. Tell me what you are."
"A slut," I gasped.
Jack twisted one of the clips, and my arms threatened to give out. I sank to rest on my elbows. "More."
