Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“What now?” Faye said, and despite the pale complexion there was a glint of lust in her eyes. “What are you going to do?”
I strode to my desk and cleared the paperwork in one strong sweep. I pointed at the empty space. “Both of you. Right here. Right fucking now.”
Faye came without hesitation, smiling as she folded herself over my desk. She flashed me a look over her shoulder. “It was worth it, whatever you dish out. You were fucking beautiful like that.”
“Shut your dirty fucking mouth,” I snapped. “Topaz, now. I’m not fucking playing.” Topaz shuffled over, and the nerves made her so pretty. I tapped the space next to Faye. “Bend over, arse in the fucking air.”
She took her position and she was no longer snared under Faye’s spell, she was right back to my sweet little barmaid. My semi was no longer a fucking semi, either.
I hitched Topaz’s skirt up over her arse, admiring the swollen little mound I’d been fucking just minutes before. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and she lurched forwards. “Relax,” I snapped. “I haven’t even fucking hurt you, yet.” I ran a thumb over her wet little asshole. “Well, that’s a fucking treasure,” I said. “I haven’t seen a sweet virgin asshole for quite some time.”
Faye raised herself up onto her elbows. “Are you going to fuck her in the ass?”
“None of your fucking business,” I snapped. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” She was angry for just a moment before she smiled, but I saw it. I saw her in all her jealous glory, and it was as blissful as can fucking be. “Do you want me to stretch your virgin asshole, Topaz? Is that what you want?”
Her legs were shaking. “I don’t know, Mr Morgan, I … I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for, Topaz?”
“I … I don’t know, sir.”
She was a fucking natural and she didn’t even know it.
“What do you think, Faye? Shall I open up that tight little asshole?”
Faye maintained her smile. “It’s none of my fucking business, like you said.”
“Quite,” I said. “But I’m asking you anyway.”
Her eyes were dark, hard to read. “Just fucking punish us,” she hissed. “But punish me harder, Andy. It was my idea.”
“Don’t worry,” I snapped. “That’s a fucking given.” I ran my fingers down Topaz’s quivering thigh. “Grip the desk,” I said, “and don’t fucking move.” I ran my palm over her ass cheeks and she flinched beautifully. “As for you,” I said to Faye. “This is just the beginning.”
I lifted Faye’s skirt around her waist, then yanked her lace panties down around her knees. She shifted them apart as far as they would go.
“Brace yourselves.”
The sound of palm against ass cheeks was delicious. Topaz’s backside blushed pink in a heartbeat, and she cried out every single time I spanked her. Faye’s breathing quickened, but she didn’t make a sound, taking her punishment like the warm-up it was intended to be. She turned her face to Topaz, and her eyes were hooded, soaking in the other girl’s pain.
“You’ll say fucking sorry,” I hissed. “Topaz, tell me you’re fucking sorry.”
“Yes, Mr Morgan, I’m sorry!”
“What are you fucking sorry for, Topaz?”
“For having sex with you,” she whimpered. It was just the kind of ditzy answer I would have expected, and I fought the urge to smile. I slapped her hard enough that she scooted forward on the desk.
“No, Topaz. It’s for listening to fucking Faye that I’m punishing you.”
“Yes, Mr Morgan!”
I gave her five good hard slaps on her thighs, and she twitched and whimpered and wriggled her pink ass at me. I watched her carefully, reading the signs. Her breathing was rapid, but her posture was shifting, she was relaxing onto the desk, thighs parting just enough to be an invitation. She fucking liked this.
“Tell me what you deserve, Topaz.”
Just a slight hesitation. “A spanking, Mr Morgan. I deserve a spanking.”
“Slap her,” Faye hissed. “She fucking likes it. Slap her and fuck her, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped. “I’m done with you telling me what I fucking want.”
When I slapped Faye I wasn’t aiming for her ass, my palm landed right between her thighs, punishing her dirty fucking slit. She howled and shifted her weight from foot to foot.
I spanked Topaz until she was jumping with every slap, until her ass cheeks were rosy red and her breath was coming out in ragged little gasps. I spanked her until her cheek was pressed to the desk, and she was staring at Faye with a hazy smile on her face. I spanked her until I knew I’d sealed her fate forever, until I knew she’d been spanked and fucking enjoyed it, until Faye reached out for her hand with a knowing smile and they held each other in a sweet little show of solidarity as they took their medicine.