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Being that it had been the first warmish day of spring, I’d worn a yellow dress and high heels to the office. Heels Isaac liked. I was home for the evening, but digging through my desk for a file I needed for work, when he asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Not sure,” I told him. I was distracted and a little frantic.

“Hey, slow down.”

“Isaac!” I snapped, pushing files around on the messy desktop.

“Yes, love?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just missing something I need.”

“If only you could find it.”

I sighed and said, “Yes, if only.”

He stared pointedly at my cluttered desk and asked, “Wasn’t the goal to keep this thing neat?”

“It was. Originally.”

“What happened?”

“Stuff,” I muttered. I finally spotted the file, plucked it up and immediately put it in my bag for the morning.

He snagged my wrist then, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Slow down, love.”

That squeeze sent a jolt of arousal straight to my pussy. I felt it linger there, thumping in time with my heart.

“Sorry.”

“I like your dress,” Isaac said lasciviously. He hooked a finger beneath my hem and slid it up an inch or two.

“Thank you,” I managed to reply. My heart was beating too fast, and my pussy was suddenly seriously wet.

“You need to tidy that desk tomorrow, and together we’ll make sure it stays that way,” he told me.

I swallowed hard, confused by the intense sexual energy the moment had sparked and his slight scolding.

“OK,” I replied, a little breathless.

“But for now, I’ll help you remember how important a tidy desk is.”

He positioned me so my palms were flat on the desktop and I was facing the clutter I claimed to hate so much. Then he was pushing my dress up over my ass and smoothing his hands over my rear. He plucked at the lacy edge of my panties and said, “Cute.”

I smiled, but then the expression vanished when he gave me a smart slap on the ass with his open palm. I yelped. Another blow, and then another, landed across the black expanse of my underwear.

“Do you think this will help you remember?” he asked.

“Yes, probably,” I gasped.

Then Isaac was wiggling my panties down over my hips and thighs. He gave them another push and they slid effortlessly to the floor at my feet.

It was definitely memorable when the blows began raining down on my bare ass. First the right cheek, then the left. He alternated from one to the other as I hung my head and tried to breathe. Heat and pain flared in my ass cheeks, but in my pussy, I was like a river, drenched and ready for him to fuck me.

But I knew he’d make me wait.

“What about this? Will this be memorable?”

His hand slid around to the front of me. He pinched my mound, and I found that I was holding my breath. Then he pinched my clit, and I gasped. He did it again. And then again. I was trying very hard to keep my wits about me.

Isaac cupped my mound, held it, and then pushed his fingers inside me. I moaned. His mouth was at my ear, licking and nipping as he whispered, “How about that? Is that good? Will it help you remember to do the right thing?”

I nodded, and in response, he smacked my pussy hard enough to make me jump and demanded, “Use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, I will remember.”

“Excellent.”

He grabbed my hips and hiked me back a few steps. I was bent at the waist, with my forearms on the desk and pens and notes and mail scattered around me. I stared at the floor with my hair hanging down around my face.

He pushed his fingers inside my wet pussy again and flexed them, sending pleasure coursing through me.

I wanted him to fuck me furiously. It had been a hell of a day, and I needed to let go and bury myself in the present as he buried himself in my cunt.

“You’re shaking, love,” he said, as his fingers tickled along my skin, my ass, my hips and the backs of my thighs. My legs trembled like my muscles were weak and utterly exhausted.

He reached above my head, and his hand came back holding a metal ruler that lived in the pencil cup on my disaster of a desk.

The cool kiss of metal dragging along my butt had me shaking even more. Isaac took his time and made sure I was both aching for and fearful of the implement he wielded.

“Isn’t this what they used in school back in the day? If you misbehaved?”

I didn’t answer, and apparently, that was an offense.

The cool metal flat of the ruler connected with my ass, and I yelped and bucked, rising from my position.

He pushed me back down and added, “I asked a question, love.”

“Yes!” I barked. “I think so!”

“Good.”

The ruler dragged along the backs of my thighs. Arousal had flooded my system, and my brain was focused on two things only: probable pain and almost definite sex.

Isaac landed three more raps to my rump. I yelped loudly with each sharp slap but exhaled with relief when he dropped the ruler on the floor.

He palmed my bottom and gave it a squeeze, and I wondered if my bare ass was glowing red. It definitely felt red-hot to me.

“I think a few more smacks will help you learn your lesson,” he said, just before delivering a flurry of sharp smacks to my smarting cheeks. With every one, I lost a little more of my resolve. And when that happened, I failed to hold my position and was given another swat. And when I cried out, I was given yet another.

I waggled my ass shamelessly, chewing my lower lip and whimpering.

Finally, Isaac grew tired of his game. I heard the rasp of his zipper as he opened his pants and yanked them off. He slid his hard cock along the slick crease of my pussy. But his patience wore out, and he soon grabbed my hips and drove into me. The force of his penetration raised me up on my tiptoes, and I grunted. Seconds later, I sighed with pleasure. He fucked me fast and hard and rocked my body. My hair was in my face, my dress was crumbled around my waist, and my ass throbbed like it was sunburnt.

He reached down and fingered my clit, and I soon came with a sudden shot of intense pleasure that stole my breath.

Isaac pulled free of me, gave me a ringing slap on my ass, and I jolted. Then he turned me in his arms, plunked my well spanked ass on the desktop and parted my thighs. I was hovering there on the lip of the desk as he drove into my plump pussy with ease.

Isaac fucked me roughly. My face was hot and flushed from my orgasm, and my pussy was so drenched every stroke of his rod was pure bliss.

I rested my hands on either side of me, bracing myself against my desk. Isaac clutched my hip with one hand and my shoulder with the other and plunged into me repeatedly. He gave my shoulder a nip, and I yelped, loving the sharp sensation.

I squeezed my pussy around his thrusting cock. Every moment of friction was pleasure. Every touch pure fire.

His fingers found the tender skin of my ass cheeks. He pinched me, and I groaned as my pussy clenched tighter around him in response.

“Ah, that’s good,” he sighed.

My pussy quivered as he continued to ream me, and I purposely clenched and released my cunt muscles around his pistoning rod. He banged into me so hard the desk rocked and a cascade of papers fluttered to the floor.

“Tsk-tsk,” he said, playfully.

Despite the distraction, I came with my cunt gripping him tight and milking his cock. I sighed as my tension eased.

Isaac slowed his rhythm, savoring my release. His gaze met mine, and he pulled free of me before holding out his hand. I took it, and he helped me stand.

“Get down, and finish me off. I want to see you suck my cock. It’s one of my favorite sights,” he said.

But before I dropped to my knees, he caught my wrist in his hand, turned me halfway, and gave me one final smack on my ass.

With my butt still stinging, I knelt on the papers and envelopes at his feet. I leaned in and slid my lips down his length. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided me a bit farther than my comfort zone. I sucked air in greedily through my nose, allowing him to sink deeper in my throat. Then I pulled back and repeated the process, enjoying the taste of his skin on my tongue.

Isaac’s hand covered the top of my head as he rocked into me. Every thrust brought him closer to coming. I could tell by the way his body locked up and his breathing grew harsh. The cadence of his thrusts also increased, even as they grew more erratic.

I clenched my hands at my sides and moved the way he guided me. My knees ached, but I wanted him to come. Hard. I wanted him to feel the same kind of pleasure I had just experienced.

As I pulled back from him, I sucked his cockhead eagerly. He groaned. I did it again, hovering there, and when he pushed on my head, I plunged down his length and he came. The taste of him flooded my mouth, the saltwater rush of his pleasure.

I gasped for air, and he laughed. Then he held out his hand to help me up again.

He wiped my lower lip and chin with his thumb before leaning in and kissing me passionately.

“You’re such a good girl,” he said. “But I do love when you need to be taught a lesson.”

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A Hot Mess

Being that it had been the first warmish day of spring, I’d worn a yellow dress and high heels to the office. Heels Isaac liked. I was home for the evening, but digging through my desk for a file I needed for work, when he asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Not sure,” I told him. I was distracted and a little frantic.

“Hey, slow down.”

“Isaac!” I snapped, pushing files around on the messy desktop.

“Yes, love?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just missing something I need.”

“If only you could find it.”

I sighed and said, “Yes, if only.”

He stared pointedly at my cluttered desk and asked, “Wasn’t the goal to keep this thing neat?”

“It was. Originally.”

“What happened?”

“Stuff,” I muttered. I finally spotted the file, plucked it up and immediately put it in my bag for the morning.

He snagged my wrist then, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Slow down, love.”

That squeeze sent a jolt of arousal straight to my pussy. I felt it linger there, thumping in time with my heart.

“Sorry.”

“I like your dress,” Isaac said lasciviously. He hooked a finger beneath my hem and slid it up an inch or two.

“Thank you,” I managed to reply. My heart was beating too fast, and my pussy was suddenly seriously wet.

“You need to tidy that desk tomorrow, and together we’ll make sure it stays that way,” he told me.

I swallowed hard, confused by the intense sexual energy the moment had sparked and his slight scolding.

“OK,” I replied, a little breathless.

“But for now, I’ll help you remember how important a tidy desk is.”

He positioned me so my palms were flat on the desktop and I was facing the clutter I claimed to hate so much. Then he was pushing my dress up over my ass and smoothing his hands over my rear. He plucked at the lacy edge of my panties and said, “Cute.”

I smiled, but then the expression vanished when he gave me a smart slap on the ass with his open palm. I yelped. Another blow, and then another, landed across the black expanse of my underwear.

“Do you think this will help you remember?” he asked.

“Yes, probably,” I gasped.

Then Isaac was wiggling my panties down over my hips and thighs. He gave them another push and they slid effortlessly to the floor at my feet.

It was definitely memorable when the blows began raining down on my bare ass. First the right cheek, then the left. He alternated from one to the other as I hung my head and tried to breathe. Heat and pain flared in my ass cheeks, but in my pussy, I was like a river, drenched and ready for him to fuck me.

But I knew he’d make me wait.

“What about this? Will this be memorable?”

His hand slid around to the front of me. He pinched my mound, and I found that I was holding my breath. Then he pinched my clit, and I gasped. He did it again. And then again. I was trying very hard to keep my wits about me.

Isaac cupped my mound, held it, and then pushed his fingers inside me. I moaned. His mouth was at my ear, licking and nipping as he whispered, “How about that? Is that good? Will it help you remember to do the right thing?”

I nodded, and in response, he smacked my pussy hard enough to make me jump and demanded, “Use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, I will remember.”

“Excellent.”

He grabbed my hips and hiked me back a few steps. I was bent at the waist, with my forearms on the desk and pens and notes and mail scattered around me. I stared at the floor with my hair hanging down around my face.

He pushed his fingers inside my wet pussy again and flexed them, sending pleasure coursing through me.

I wanted him to fuck me furiously. It had been a hell of a day, and I needed to let go and bury myself in the present as he buried himself in my cunt.

“You’re shaking, love,” he said, as his fingers tickled along my skin, my ass, my hips and the backs of my thighs. My legs trembled like my muscles were weak and utterly exhausted.

He reached above my head, and his hand came back holding a metal ruler that lived in the pencil cup on my disaster of a desk.

The cool kiss of metal dragging along my butt had me shaking even more. Isaac took his time and made sure I was both aching for and fearful of the implement he wielded.

“Isn’t this what they used in school back in the day? If you misbehaved?”

I didn’t answer, and apparently, that was an offense.

The cool metal flat of the ruler connected with my ass, and I yelped and bucked, rising from my position.

He pushed me back down and added, “I asked a question, love.”

“Yes!” I barked. “I think so!”

“Good.”

The ruler dragged along the backs of my thighs. Arousal had flooded my system, and my brain was focused on two things only: probable pain and almost definite sex.

Isaac landed three more raps to my rump. I yelped loudly with each sharp slap but exhaled with relief when he dropped the ruler on the floor.

He palmed my bottom and gave it a squeeze, and I wondered if my bare ass was glowing red. It definitely felt red-hot to me.

“I think a few more smacks will help you learn your lesson,” he said, just before delivering a flurry of sharp smacks to my smarting cheeks. With every one, I lost a little more of my resolve. And when that happened, I failed to hold my position and was given another swat. And when I cried out, I was given yet another.

I waggled my ass shamelessly, chewing my lower lip and whimpering.

Finally, Isaac grew tired of his game. I heard the rasp of his zipper as he opened his pants and yanked them off. He slid his hard cock along the slick crease of my pussy. But his patience wore out, and he soon grabbed my hips and drove into me. The force of his penetration raised me up on my tiptoes, and I grunted. Seconds later, I sighed with pleasure. He fucked me fast and hard and rocked my body. My hair was in my face, my dress was crumbled around my waist, and my ass throbbed like it was sunburnt.

He reached down and fingered my clit, and I soon came with a sudden shot of intense pleasure that stole my breath.

Isaac pulled free of me, gave me a ringing slap on my ass, and I jolted. Then he turned me in his arms, plunked my well spanked ass on the desktop and parted my thighs. I was hovering there on the lip of the desk as he drove into my plump pussy with ease.

Isaac fucked me roughly. My face was hot and flushed from my orgasm, and my pussy was so drenched every stroke of his rod was pure bliss.

I rested my hands on either side of me, bracing myself against my desk. Isaac clutched my hip with one hand and my shoulder with the other and plunged into me repeatedly. He gave my shoulder a nip, and I yelped, loving the sharp sensation.

I squeezed my pussy around his thrusting cock. Every moment of friction was pleasure. Every touch pure fire.

His fingers found the tender skin of my ass cheeks. He pinched me, and I groaned as my pussy clenched tighter around him in response.

“Ah, that’s good,” he sighed.

My pussy quivered as he continued to ream me, and I purposely clenched and released my cunt muscles around his pistoning rod. He banged into me so hard the desk rocked and a cascade of papers fluttered to the floor.

“Tsk-tsk,” he said, playfully.

Despite the distraction, I came with my cunt gripping him tight and milking his cock. I sighed as my tension eased.

Isaac slowed his rhythm, savoring my release. His gaze met mine, and he pulled free of me before holding out his hand. I took it, and he helped me stand.

“Get down, and finish me off. I want to see you suck my cock. It’s one of my favorite sights,” he said.

But before I dropped to my knees, he caught my wrist in his hand, turned me halfway, and gave me one final smack on my ass.

With my butt still stinging, I knelt on the papers and envelopes at his feet. I leaned in and slid my lips down his length. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided me a bit farther than my comfort zone. I sucked air in greedily through my nose, allowing him to sink deeper in my throat. Then I pulled back and repeated the process, enjoying the taste of his skin on my tongue.

Isaac’s hand covered the top of my head as he rocked into me. Every thrust brought him closer to coming. I could tell by the way his body locked up and his breathing grew harsh. The cadence of his thrusts also increased, even as they grew more erratic.

I clenched my hands at my sides and moved the way he guided me. My knees ached, but I wanted him to come. Hard. I wanted him to feel the same kind of pleasure I had just experienced.

As I pulled back from him, I sucked his cockhead eagerly. He groaned. I did it again, hovering there, and when he pushed on my head, I plunged down his length and he came. The taste of him flooded my mouth, the saltwater rush of his pleasure.

I gasped for air, and he laughed. Then he held out his hand to help me up again.

He wiped my lower lip and chin with his thumb before leaning in and kissing me passionately.

“You’re such a good girl,” he said. “But I do love when you need to be taught a lesson.”

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