The Boss

‘You spanked her. Your secretary. And you used a belt. Strap. Thing.’

‘That’s right. So you saw everything, from start to finish?’

I nodded.

At this point, he looked away from me, towards Mara. ‘I thought I sent you to fetch something, didn’t I?’

Her mouth fell open and I thought she was going to protest, but she decided against it and headed into the other bedroom, her red bottom swaying from side to side.

‘And what did you think of what you saw?’ He spoke to me again, his voice lower this time.

‘It was very interesting, Sir. I’m so sorry!’ I burst out again.

‘Don’t apologise. Clearly, you found it quite stimulating. Didn’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Did you come?’

I sucked in a quick breath. What a question.

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘I see. So you like spanking?’

‘Not really. It wasn’t that, so much as … watching her getting spanked. She’s very pretty, Sir.’

‘You like her?’

I nodded again.

‘You’re gay?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, this is interesting.’

He was silent for a moment, his hand at his chin.

‘Are you going to report me?’

‘No. No, I don’t think so.’

‘Oh, thank you,’ I blurted. ‘Thank you so much. And I really am sorry …’

‘I haven’t finished yet. Listen. You like Mara. How would you like to help me complete her punishment?’

I looked wildly back into the other bedroom. Mara was on the threshold, holding something in her hands. I couldn’t quite make out what it was.

‘Oh … is that … I mean, would that be OK?’

Her blushing face was bowed. She still wore a silky blouse on her top half, while her bottom half consisted only of stockings, suspenders and lowered knickers. Her little pink triangle was shaved bare, her pussy lips peeking out at me.

‘Mara,’ said the boss. ‘Kim here would like to join us. I trust you will be a good girl for her. Won’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she said.

‘If she wants to,’ I said, turning to the boss, suddenly firm. ‘Only if she wants to.’

‘She wants to,’ he said.

‘I need to hear it from her.’

‘Fair enough.Mara?’

She raised her head and nodded shyly at me. Her blush was gorgeous. I wanted to kiss her lips and stroke her hair, especially when she gave me the tiniest little smile, a secret between us.

‘Thank you, ma’am,’ she said.

‘Now,’ said the boss, ‘bring me the plug and then undress yourself, for Kim to watch.’

Mara handed over the item, which I saw was a butt plug, quite a wide model, not for beginners. Then she came to stand opposite me, so close I could touch her, but I wasn’t sure it was allowed, so I held off.

She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, then took off her bra to reveal beautiful full, plump breasts with round red nipples.

‘Touch them, Kim,’ invited the boss. ‘Feel how heavy they are.’

They were rather heavy, not the weightiest I’d ever held, but certainly filling my palms satisfyingly. I let them jiggle in my hands, then I squeezed them, then I stroked the nipples with my thumbs and was rewarded with a pretty little shimmy of her hips.

‘She has very sensitive nipples,’ he remarked. ‘The lightest of clamps is all she needs. But I’m not going to clamp them today. She’s had her quota of pain. Feel how hot her bottom is.’

I slid my hand around her hip, on to the luscious curve of her arse. Oh, he was right. The heat was lovely, like warming my hands on a radiator. I loved the effect the strap had made, ridging her skin so I felt little ripples of sensation when I stroked it.

‘Best of all,’ said the boss, more softly now, ‘is the effect a good thrashing has on her pussy. Touch it. You’ll see.’

I looked up at her face, as if seeking permission, but her eyes were closed in a kind of rapture. She was somewhere deep inside herself but, wherever she was, it was exactly where she wanted to be.

I parted her thighs a little wider and dipped two fingers between her pussy lips. So hot and juicy, and her clit was swollen right up. I massaged it slowly, enjoying the way her thighs trembled against my hand.

‘You’re right,’ I said to the boss. ‘She’s soaking wet.’

I pushed my fingers into her cunt, digging inside, feeling her tightness, while I kept my thumb on her clit.

‘Hmm, careful there, Kim, you’ll make her come. She’s not to come yet.’ He changed the subject brightly. ‘Have you any experience with butt plugs?’

‘A little,’ I said. ‘Not much.’

‘But some? Oh, I’m sure you’ll do a good job.’