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I walked from the corner with blazing ass cheeks over to Mr. Rose. I took in his strong jaw, his full lips and his soft eyes. “I’m sorry I inconvenienced you, Mr. Rose. Please spank me so I learn not to be such so selfish.”He held his arms out to me and I walked into them. I relaxed against his embrace, grateful for the moment of affection. Master had told him moments ago to be as harsh as he wanted with me and I had a feeling that Mr. Rose would be. Mr. Rose positioned me so that I was standing but bent over slightly. He clenched my legs in his. I felt his crotch against my hips. He ran his hand over my ass, sizing it up. His hands were large and meaty. He held me across the chest in tight grip. He started lecturing me, as Brian had. Already sore from Brian’s spanking, I anticipated the worst. “Brian, will you look at this naughty little girl? She only thinks of herself. You are going to need to spank her on a regular basis before I am assured that she has learned to be a good girl for you.”He lifted his arm above his head and brought it down, letting the sting grow. He kept his hand on my ass and wobbled it. “This ass is pretty pink, but I want to see it bright red before we release her. Do you have anything that might do the trick?” he asked Brian, but didn’t wait for an answer before starting to spank alternating cheeks with slow, hard strokes. I squeezed my eyes shut against the embarrassment of being disciplined by my boss’ client. Brian handed Mr. Rose a hairbrush. I heard Brian say that it had gotten “good results” before. The sound of the brush against my ass cheeks was like a shot that rang out over and over. I felt Mr. Rose tighten his grip on my legs as he pushed me down over his lap. I held onto the legs of the chair and absorbed the stinging blows one after another. He struck me slowly and then he struck me over and over very fast, all the time lecturing Sarıyer escort and questioning me. “Are you a bad girl, Kryssie?” he asked me. “Yes, Mr. Rose,” I cried out. “And what happens when you are a bad bad girl, Kryssie?” “I get punished, Mr. Rose!” I was crying and thrashing around, but it did no good. “Not (SMACK!) until (SMACK!) I (SMACK!) am (SMACK!) sat- (SMACK!) is- (SMACK!) fied!” (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!) I started to see stars and then the stars started to melt under my tears. I was crying and begging by the end, but I felt a certain amount of admiration for Mr. Rose for punishing me despite my tears and pleas. Brian had stopped much earlier all the times he had punished me. “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” Brian finally asked me. Mr. Rose lifted me up and I turned to face Brian. “Yes, Sir,” I said and clenched my thighs together as I felt my juices dribble out of my engorged pussy. “Good. Go clean yourself up and go back to work.” Brian leaned forward and placed his hands on his thighs, reinforcing my humiliation as his ‘naughty little girl.’ “Daddy has to finish his meeting with Mr. Rose.” “Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled. I hoped that Brian would report back favorably to my Master and calling Brian ‘Daddy’ seemed to please him. I cleaned myself up in Brian’s private bathroom and retrieved my skirt and journal. I left quietly and the men continued their conference as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. After a long overdue trip to the Ladies’ where I was finally able to remove the ass plug, I finally made it to my office. I placed a pillow on my chair before sitting down (slowly) and powering up the computer. I opened the journal and wrote the following entry: Monday: +dressed as commanded, +wore clamps and plug on drive to work, -was late to work, -didn’t get journal before work, -wore Escort Silivri plug past the time instructed to do so, +agreed to help Theresa, -ate a red food (strawberry), -inconvenienced Brian, -inconvenienced Mr. Rose, -was spanked by Brian, -was paddled with hairbrush by Mr. Rose. I looked at the clock. It was only 10:20. I had a very long day and week ahead of me. I knew I should start on Theresa’s report, but I wanted to rack up some more pluses for my journal and so I started to look for the pictures that Master had asked for. He had requested five pictures depicting submission. I powered up my personal laptop and Google Imaged “female submission”. I scrolled down the page of miserable women bound, bent, suspended. Their faces were contorted in grimaces of pain. I had a primal response to them, but they didn’t depict my concept of submission. I saw an image that jumped out at me of a woman kneeling with her legs spread. Her head is bowed and she holds her wrists in front of her. I saved it to send to Master. I continued to scroll until found a black and white print of a blindfolded woman. Her mouth is slightly open. A man is holding the tail of the blindfold in his hand and her head is tilted toward him. I saved it. I found another one of a man, fully clothed, reading a book. At his feet, nude, with her head lying against his knees is a woman. The man absently pets her hair. The look on the woman’s face is rapturous. I saved it and started to feel the sharp pangs of longing for my Master. I grasped my right tit savagely through my blouse. I pulled on the nipple and felt echo of the pain from this morning when I had worn the clamps. I superimposed Master’s face on the face of the man and my face on the face of the woman. I imagined feeling slightly cold and slightly cramped as I knelt at his feet. I imagined laying my head Topkapı escort bayan against his knee, grateful to be in his presence and to be allowed to rest my head upon him. I imagined his hand petting and ruffling my hair, stroking my neck as he read his book. I pushed my hand down over my mound and felt the heat under it. I pulled my skirt up and pressed my fingers deep inside my cunt. I slid down in my chair and grasped my left tit and pulled on it as I began finger fucking Master’s pussy. How I wished he were here and that his fingers were slamming into the pussy he owns. I imagined his hungry mouth licking and lapping at the folds of his pussy. I moaned remembering the look in his eye as he ate me out the last time—he was so full of hunger, he was so intent on massaging my rigid clitty with his expert mouth. The knock on the door shook me back to reality. I slammed the laptop shut and stood up at attention. I smoothed my skirt down and walked to the door. It was Brian. He smiled quickly. “I wanted to check how you were doing, Kryssie. I noticed you didn’t take lunch,” he said. I hadn’t realized how much time had gone by! “No, Sir. I guess I just got caught up with—“ my voice trailed away. “With Theresa’s work?” “Oh, shit!” I thought. I hadn’t even started her work! Out loud I mumbled, “Among other…” “Well,” he said. “I have a situation I was hoping you could help me with. We have an intern this week working with Renee, but it isn’t working out very well. He’s a college student and the son of a colleague. I agreed to let him work some community service hours here—he’s had a problem with the law,” Brian said, looking deeply in my eyes. “His attitude is making it difficult for Renee to get any work out of him. Will you help me, Krystenah?“ He sat down and folded one leg over the other. He brushed down the length of his leg, though I was sure there was no lint or pet hair he was removing. “Me?” I asked. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and smell my juices on my skin. Did he know I had been jacking off right before he had come in? Would he tell Master? He looked at me with eyebrows raised. “Yes, Kryssie. You. I think you are uniquely qualified.
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