A Boss in Need

good-bossI worked at a posh office on the 58th floor of the Sears Tower. I grew up a Chicago girl and would NEVER call it Willis Tower. If they ever try to rename Wrigley Field I think there might be an uprising.

My job doesn’t really meet my needs as far as challenges went. I was a glorified secretary. That English major did little good in finding a job with a living wage. I thought I’d write Catcher in the Rye from a female’s point of view. Yeah, I needed to get on that.

Although the actual work was boring (filing, answering calls, typing letters), there was a very large part of my job that involved something that made me excited to come to work everyday with a skip in my step. I was fucking my married boss.

He was gorgeous. Tall, with large, strong hands, hazel eyes, and chiseled features and a huge cock. The truth is, I was in love with him, but I knew he wasn’t in love with me, but instead with her. It hurt, and I hated the weekends, but I absolutely loved Monday through Friday.

Yeah, you could say I’m a whore, getting paid to fuck my boss. Well, that’s not how it started and I don’t believe he’s a philanderer. One night, on the second Wednesday I had worked there, I was packing up my bag to leave. I usually stayed later on Wednesdays because I took a yoga class out on the lake that didn’t start until 7:30, so I just hung around until then. I noticed my boss’s light was still on, which was strange. He was always out by 6:00, having a wife and 4 little children to go home to. Maybe he was trying to meet some deadline, so I stopped by  his office to offer assistance.

“Mr. Dean, do you need….”

I trailed off as soon as I saw his eyes were red. He’d been crying. This was really awkward. Long story short, he invited me out for a drink and spilled it all. He told me he would always love his wife (she was his high school sweetheart) and he didn’t want to break up his family. But, his wife had no time to pay attention to him (understandable with 4 kids, but come one, the dude was hot). He said he dreaded going home because he felt invisible, unloved. His wife was now a roommate, a friend, not his lover. She had never been adventurous in the bedroom, always wanting the lights out and preferring only vanilla sex. He confessed that he’d only gotten a blow job from her once and he’d gone down on her twice and both times after about 2 minutes she pushed him away. He didn’t want to cheat on his wife, but he was so lonely, and so fucking horny…..

Three martinis later we were in a beautiful hotel room and I was doing my best to give him the most amazing blowjob of his life. Earlier, he had explained that we should only have oral sex. I guess he thought that wasn’t cheating or something. His cock was fucking big (bitch didn’t know what she was missing) but luckily I don’t have much of a gag reflex. I was playful at first, sucking gently, changing rhythms and stopping to lick all the way from top to bottom of his cock and then sucking on his balls (that made him crazy). I decided the poor guy didn’t need anymore teasing and sucked hard on that big glorious cock. I did not break eye contact with him once. He looked so grateful. The harder I sucked the faster my rhythm was. I couldn’t fit it all in my mouth (deep throating lessons would come later) but didn’t neglect any of his shaft or his balls with my hands. I was so focused on making him cum and was wet as hell. As I stared at him with his delicious cock in my mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head. As he started to cum, I pulled his cock out a bit and stroked him. He watched as his load filled up my mouth. I swallowed that hot cum and was dying to get off.

“Was that good?” I asked, feeling more like his assistant than his lover.

“That was amazing, so amazing. Thank you so much. That was just what I needed.”

At this point I was worried that he was just going to leave me there alone and I’d have to play with myself. But I was very, very wrong. He gleefully announced it was my turn and ordered me to lie on my back. He started at my breasts, licking and sucking on them with fervor. He slowly, teasingly made his way down my body. I had pink satin panties on and he pulled those off with his teeth (OMG!). He stared at my pussy for a little while, spreading my lips apart and playing with it like it was a new toy.

“Your pussy is fucking beautiful. I love that you shave.” He took in a deep breath. “Fuck me, you smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He dove right in. If his wife never let him go down on her, I wondered how he was so fucking good at this He focused on my clit just as I liked it, sucking and licking. He kept moaning, which vibrated through my pelvis. He stopped for a second, wet two fingers in his mouth, and explored inside my pussy with his thick fingers. He was looking so intently at my pussy, almost like he’d never really seen one before. This just made me even hotter.

He paused for a second and looked up at me. “By the way, you taste fucking amazing.” he said.

“By the way, I could drink your cum by the gallons.”

“Fuck, baby.”

He buried his head once more and got to work. He took his two fingers and stretched my lips apart and massaged the inside of my cunt. Then, his fingers went deeper in. Holy shit, I think he was searching for my g-spot! He continued to suck on my clit. I’m not sure if he found the g-spot, but I can tell you my body reverberated for what seemed like more than 10 minutes. It was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

After the hotel, we kind of ignored it for a while. He started telling me I looked nice every day, something he hadn’t done before. When I brought in papers his stares lingered. He looked sad. I wondered if he needed a good fuck.

Then it started. The Monday after we tasted each other he started instant messaging me through our work computer system. Things like, “I  miss your pussy on my tongue.” “I can’t stop thinking about you.” “I dream about you giving me head every night.” “You’re so beautiful.”

I wasn’t sure how to react. I mean, I was happy because I didn’t want it to end, but scared because he was my boss and was married. But, of course, I’d read these messages and my panties would get wet. I’d reply with: “You gave me the best orgasm in my life.” “I loved your cum in my mouth.” “I absolutely loved sucking your cock.”

A while passed until I heard from him again. The wait was torture. Suddenly, my instant messenger popped up with 3 words: “I need you.”

I walked into his office.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he said

“Hi,” I half-whispered.

He shut the door and grabbed me and kissed me with a hunger so palpable my panties instantly became soaked. He lead me over to his chair. He sat down and unzipped his pants. I got on my knees and sucked hard, never breaking eye contact. He came very quickly.

“My god, I was a fool to think I could stay away from you,” he said.

Next, he slapped the top of his desk twice and told me to take off my skirt but keep my panties on. He sat in his chair while my legs rested on his shoulders. He buried his nose into my panties.

“Fucking delicious,” he said with a smile.

At first he touched me through my panties. Then, me moved them to the side and started teasing my clit. Finally he ripped them off and ate me out. He was so amazing. I loved having him taste me. I wonder if the smell of my pussy lingered on his face when he went home.

Weeks continued much the same. He’d send me a message hat said, “Come here” or more to the point “Get in here!” I sucked him off at least twice a day and he fingered me and tasted me just as often. Sometimes I would surprise him while he was on a telephone call and get on my knees, pull his cock out and suck away. It was funny how he had to continue these important business calls without talking funny (although once in a while there was an uncontrolled moan). He never stopped me and confessed that he fucking loved when I did that. I loved our oral sessions. Of course, shortly after he started fucking me. He told me he just couldn’t control himself and he was dying to be in my pussy. Most days I went home completely sore after being pounded by Mr. Dean about 5 times a day. The man had stamina.

Then one day he decided he wanted even more. I could tell he had a terrible fight with his wife the night before, because he was brooding. Not that our sex life was getting boring, but I think he wanted to try new territory. It had to be exciting for him that I was basically  his little slut. I never said no and worked hard to make him cum as often as I could. I wore garters and stockings, short skirts and tight tops. Eventually he hired a “temporary assistant” to basically do  my job while I worked on him. I don’t know who did his work.

An instant message popped up on my computer. “I need you right now. Door is closed but come in. Lock it behind you.”

I did what I was told, always excited to please my boss and have great sex in the process. He sat at his desk looking mellow. He tilted his head toward the table, ordering me to look. What I saw was a surprise: A bottle of K-Y and dildos of varying sizes.

“You told me you’ve never had anal. I haven’t done it in a long time and so I want to fuck you in the ass.”

“Um, ok.” I was intriguied.

“I need you to take off your skirt and panties and bend over the table.”

It wasn’t the most romantic proposal, but one I willingly obeyed. Mr. Dean pulled apart my ass cheeks and started licking my asshole. It felt different, but really good. Sometimes when we were fucking he’d put a finger in my ass which excited me; this was even better. I moaned as his tongue went inside my asshole. Then he put a finger in front of my lips and told me suck on it. I did as I was told. He pulled out the wet finger and started playing with my asshole. First, just going in circles on the outside, then plunging his finger in.

He breathed in deeply. “Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy. This little asshole needs a good fucking, and I’m going to deliver.”

He couldn’t see me but I smiled in delight. I was so wet and excited. I couldn’t even imagine his huge cock fitting in my tiny asshole.

“Ok, what I’m going to do is start with the smallest dildo and work my way up. If this takes all day, that’s fine. I’ve cancelled all my appointments,” he said.

Well, ok. I heard something being poured and realized he was putting lube on the toy. He started with a dildo abut twice the size of his finger. He inserted it slowly and methodically then moved it around in my asshole and it was really exciting. I felt so naughty. He kept pausing to ask if I was okay.

“Good job, honey. Now I’m going to use the next dildo. It’s bigger. Just relax.”

Again, he lubed up the dildo. It took a little more time getting it fully up my ass, but he did. I felt fuller. He started rubbling my clit with one hand and with the other started fucking my ass with the dildo. I moaned in pleasure.

“Do you like that in your ass, baby?”

“Oh god, yes!”

I could feel his hard cock in his pants as he’d sometimes rub it against me. There was one more dildos left, the last one slightly smaller than my boss’s cock.

The third dildo was predictably harder to insert; he couldn’t get it in past the tip. Mr. Dean took a break and rolled me over onto my back. He ate out my pussy and ass until I came. However, he was relentless. He ordered me to bend over the table again and went right back to putting the large dildo in my asshole. This time it slid it more easily. I was clearly relaxed from my orgasm. Again, he started fucking me with the dildo. It was a unique sensation; pleasure with a bit of pain. Clearly the visual of the dildo filling up my ass was exciting him. He pulled it out slowly. I figured we’d take another break. I was wrong.

I heard him unzipping his pants. I looked behind me and saw his huge cock.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet, Mr. Dean!” I said.

He crouched over me, his lips right next to my left ear. He then whispered, “Who is your boss?”

“You are,” I said.

“Good. It seemed for a second like you forgot. You’re going to take my cock up your little asshole whether you’re ready or not, understand?”

I was shocked by his domineering manner. He’d never pulled the boss card before, but I guess he never had to. Truthfully, I loved that he took charge.

A second later he was rubbing the inside of my asshole with lube. Next, he was pouring some on his dick and rubbed it in.

“I need you to relax, ok?”

“Yes, Mr. Dean.”

He put his cock just on the outside of my hole, teasing me. then, slowly, he inserted the tip. I groaned in pain.

“Relax, relax, baby. I just need to stretch you out. I’m going to put more of my cock in you.”

He went in another couple inches. It hurt like hell. I underestimated. His cock was much bigger than that last dildo.

“Mr. Dean, stop!”

“Shhh, it’s ok. It’s halfway in now. You’re doing so well. We’re almost there.”

I couldn’t believe he wasn’t stopping and I could tell the fact that I was protesting was getting him more excited because he thrust the rest of his huge cock inside me ass.

“Ow, no no no,” I pleaded.

“Holy fuck, you took it all. Good girl! Your little asshole is absolutely strangling my cock. Jesus!”

He started thrusting very slowly, taking his cock almost all the way out and then inserted it balls deep. I bit on my lip and tried not to think about the pain.

“Oh, Christ, your fuck hole is amazing!” he blurted out.

Now, he started fucking me at a faster pace. When he did this, he reached his hand to my pussy and massaged my clit. I couldn’t believe it, but he was right. I had gotten used to his thick cock and I started enjoying getting my ass fucked. I started moaning in pleasure.

“Oh, you like it now? You like my cock in your tiny ass?”

“Yessss!” I squeaked.

“You are such a good little slut. Oh, yeah. Look at you taking my thick cock. You were meant to be mine. I own this ass now!”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Fuck my ass harder, Mr. Dean. Please, harder!”

He drew in a breath and started pounding the fuck out of my asshole. He continued diddling my clit. I loved that I was pleasing him, that he taught me how to get fucked in the ass.

Suddenly, the loudest groan escaped his lips. He stopped moving, and I could feel his hot cum squirting in my asshole. “Fuuuck yeah, baby. Oh, you’re my beautiful slut. Jesus Christ!”

After that day, we became even more obsessed with fucking each other. Our affair started spilling over into after-work hours. We’d get a hotel at least 3 nights a week to continue our frenzied fucking. He would take me out to dinner, buy me sexy lingerie and perfume and other gifts. His favorite thing to do by far was pounding my ass.

I have the best job in the world! 🙂

Summer of Discovery: The Meeting

It was the summer before I was going into high school. I was only 14, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t horny. During hot summer afternoons I would pinch and stroke my clit and fuck myself with my fingers. God, when I would cum my body would shake all over.

I was a virgin, but I knew a little bit about sex. I had an older brother after all. He’d moved out a few years ago, but left some boxes in our basement with Penthouse and Hustler and tons of porn DVDs. I must admit, I got pretty addicted to watching those DVDs. I loved watching the girls giving head then getting their pussies pounded. I know some of my friends thought it was gross, but the cum that spilled from a man’s cock looked so delicious. I was lucky to have my own TV with a built-in DVD player, so during most of 8th grade after my parents went to bed I’d watch sex scene after sex scene, getting wetter by the minute. If they only knew what their little girl was doing at night! I wanted to get fucked so badly, but the boys at school looked like they had no clue, and I didn’t want some asshole bragging about fucking my asshole and calling me a slut.

My brother Joey was 8 years older than me and so he, naturally, found me completely annoying. However, I had a mad crush on his best friend. Brad was kind of “dirty.” I had heard my brother say many times that he got “lots of pussy.” I wasn’t the kind of girl who was forward, but I must admit, I had fantasized quite a lot about Brad’s fingers touching me all over. Would he think I was too young? The thought of fucking a 22-year-old man really drove me crazy. I knew he had experience and I wanted so bad for him to show me all he knew.

One night I walked over to my brother’s apartment with a couple of friends. I knew he was having a party and my friends wanted to score some beer. I just wanted to see Brad. I didn’t wear anything spectacular, just a denim skirt and my black Chucks. But I did “forget” to wear a bra and wore a t-shirt that was 2 sizes too small. My breasts were very developed. I sort of liked having a woman’s shape, but I was teased a lot. Kids would say, ‘Nikki, Nikki, with the big titties,’ and shit like that. All I could think of right now was how  very hard my nipples were from walking in the cool night air.

When we got to my brother’s place my friends spit off in different directions, looking for a buzz. I decided to take a stroll around his apartment. A couple people that I recognized gave me a “hey,” but I started to get disappointed, thinking Brad wasn’t there. I got to the end of the hall and peeked in the spare bedroom. To my surprise (and delight), Brad was sitting in a chair and listening to some music by himself. He looked up when he felt eyes on him.

“Hey,” he said, as a smile crept onto his face as recognition came. “You’re Joe’s sister, right?”

“Um, yeah,” I said self-consciously. I bit my lip.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, then paused on my breasts. “Damn, honey, how old are you?”

This time I smiled and walked into the room. He had a beer sitting next to him on the table. I picked up the beer and slowly put it in my mouth and took a sip.

“Wow, you’re something else,” he said.

I was standing so close that my knee was brushing up against his jeans. The heat off his body had me excited.

Brad smiled again and stared at me in the eyes.

“Funny thing, your brother was just talking about you the other day,” he said. (‘Oh, shit,’ I thought. Probably about what a dork I was.)

“Oh, um, really?” I said nervously.

Brad laughed. “He told me that he went back to your folks’ house and was looking to get some of his old porn. He thought it was curious that some of it was missing from the box.” Brad paused and looked  at me intensely. “You wouldn’t know where that porn went would you, little girl?”

My face must have been bright red. I wanted to run from the room. I felt like he was making fun of me. Brad could obviously read the emotions on my face.

“Hey, there, honey” Brad whispered. He pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me gently on the cheek. “I have to tell you, when he told me he found out it was you watching the movies I fucking flipped. I mean, I was instantly turned on.”

I giggled out of nervousness.

“Are you a virgin, sweetheart?” he asked.


“So, what’s a cute little thing like you watching all that fucking? Are you curious about it?”

“Um, yeah. Of course.”

“Are you really only 14?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess Joey told you, huh?”

“That he did. Jesus Christ. So, what do you do when you watch people fucking?”

Wow. I didn’t expect that. He had his hand on my thigh and my head was spinning. “I…I touch myself sometimes.”

“Only sometimes? Show me how you do it. Lift up that little skirt and let me see your pussy.”

I hesitated. Brad did not. He lifted me off his lap, shut and locked the door, and sat down and deposited me on his lap again.

“OK, listen. I know you’re a curious little virgin. And I find you very fucking hot and I love that you get off on porn. But that’s not reality. I’m reality. If you’ll let me, I can teach you everything you need to know and more. I’ll make you cum so many times this summer you’ll get dehydrated. I have never fucked a virgin, certainly not an underaged one, and never a buddy’s sister. Those last two could really cause a heap of trouble, but if you want to, I will be your lover. I’ll be gentle when we start out. I have always wanted to tutor someone in the art of fucking and you are a goddam dream. You can completely trust me. If you say yes, by the end of the summer you’ll be taking my cock in all 3 holes like a champ…. So, do you trust me, honey?”

I was mesmerized and dizzy and very wet. “Um, yeah. I do.”

“Yeah?” he asked before he bit his lip. “Then show me. Show me the body that I’ll be ravaging all summer. The body that will be  mine.”

Fuck. “You mean, just take my clothes off? Here?”

He just nodded.

I stood up. I knew I needed to do this quickly before I lost my nerve. I pulled my too tight t-shirt over my head and wiggled out of my skirt.

Brad cleared his throat. “I can see you are going to be a challenge. But I’ve always loved a good challenge.”

I didn’t know what he meant until he grabbed the right string of my string bikini and yanked hard. The string ripped and my panties fell to the floor. Next, he cupped my ass with his hands.

“You are gorgeous. I just need for you to understand that I am your teacher and you are my student. You will do everything I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. If not, you’ll get punished. But don’t worry, I think you’ll like that, too,” Brad said with a smirk.

He spun me around and sat me on his lap. With his own legs he spread mine apart. Then he started exploring, gently. He rubbed my clit and my pussy, making sure not to insert his fingers.

“Mmm, so wet,” he said. Next, he took those 2 same fingers that were playing with me and stuck them in his mouth, sucking my juices from them.

“Girl, that pussy is going to be so raw just from me eating it. Fuck, you taste like candy. My own little virgin pussy. Damn.”

He lifted me up and spun me around to face him. My tits were perfectly at his mouth’s level. It was so hot watching his tongue flick on my right nipple and then my left. Then he started sucking. When I started moaning he stopped. I looked down at his pants and could see a very large bulge.

“I think you’re going to do very well, my dear,” he said with a smile. “But you do have homework tonight.”

I gave him a puzzled look.

“I want your pussy, MY pussy completely shaven by tomorrow. That’s my first rule – I want that sweet little pussy to be bald all the time. Make sure you get your asshole nice and shaven, too. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 5:30.”

Brad stood up and leaned down a little to kiss me full on the mouth. Our tongues played for a while, but not for long.

He took a deep breath. “Lessons don’t start until tomorrow, lover. Until then.”

He picked up my clothes from off the floor and handed them to me, turned around, opened the door and closed it behind him.

Whoa, did that just happen? I was nervous, excited and turned on all at the same time. I couldn’t even dream about what tomorrow would bring.


Next up: Lesson #1

My punishment

I knew I’d been a bad girl and my Daddy wouldn’t like it. He wasn’t my father, but it was a name that he let me call him (sometimes he

Bad girl!

Bad girl!

let me call him Master or Sir, or even baby or honey if he was pleasuring me). I normally was a very good girl. I would do anything to make Daddy happy. He was so good to me. He protected me, took care of me and fucked me every single day and night. That was one of his rules: He needed to fuck my pussy as much as possible. His cock was so beautiful and I loved him so much that I cherished this time. It made me feel so safe with him on top of me, ramming his hard cock into my little shaved pussy. Other times he’d have me lie flat on my back and he’d lay on top of me. Sometimes I bounced up and down on his cock as he looked at my breasts in awe, grabbing onto them and squeezing them. He made me cum so many times. I was such a lucky girl.

As my Master, it was his job to protect me. He took this very seriously. He was a jealous guy, and normally liked to keep me at home with pretty little lace panties on and that was all. Still, I was a girl and I loved shopping. We loved to role-play, so I liked to buy short little skirts and thigh-high stockings. New lingerie excited him, so he took me to Victoria’s Secret as much as I wanted. We also visited the adult store quite often. He liked to use one dildo in my pussy and one my ass at the same time. Every time he flicked his tongue on my hard little clit I would cum like crazy. Then, of course, he had to fuck me himself.

We were in a large department store holding hands. He had a way of making me wet just by circling his finger on my palm. It made me think of him playing with my little clitty. I couldn’t go long without fucking him. I swear my pussy was wet almost all time time. My panties would get a spot of wetness just thinking about him fingering me (he had large hands, and we always made a game of how many fingers he could get inside of me and finger fuck me properly). He loved eating my bald little pussy. He would fuck we with his tongue, tease me, and his grey eyes would watch me as I writhed in pleasure. Just when I was about to explode he would put his lips around my clit and suck as hard as he could as he fucked me with his 2 large fingers.

“Oooooooh fuck!” I would scream. He chuckled at the power he had over me.

The downside was that my pussy was sore a lot. I never said no to daddy, and sometimes he’d pound me for hours. Even though he was only 34, he would take Viagra sometimes so he could keep his cock hard all day. He would stop, spit on his cock, and start in again.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so fucking tight! Whose pussy is it?

“It’s all yours, Daddy!”

“That’s right, I own this cunt and I will fuck it until you can’t walk straight.”

After hours of having my pussy pounded, finally I couldn’t take it anymore. His big throbbing cock became too much and I’d break down and start crying. I felt so bad like I disappointed him, but he never got mad.

“Oh, baby, is that all your pussy can take?”

I nodded, with tears in my eyes.

He pulled out slowly and kissed my tears away. He then carried me up to our bedroom which had a Jacuzzi bathtub in the bathroom. After laying me on the bed, he started the water. As the water was running, he gave my pussy soft, gentle kisses and stroked it softly.

“You are such a good girl. You take my cock so good, baby. Let Daddy take care of you now.”

He lifted me off the bed, carried me into the bathroom, and then lowered me into the hot bath water. He climbed in and sat behind me. We were both exhausted so we just inhaled the steam for a little while.

My pussy was swollen and sore, so he focused on gently rubbing my clit. He wanted to take my mind off of the throbbing pain, and he did it so well. He then moved his fingers to my asshole, playfully rubbing the outside, and then plunging his finger inside. I started to moan.

“I love you so much, Master. I’m sorry I couldn’t go any longer. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Angel, you never disappoint. You are the best fuck I’ve ever had and I couldn’t be luckier to have you as my sub. We’re forever, baby. And, I love you,too.”

My daddy stopped walking when he suddenly ran into someone he knew. He held onto my hand tightly and introduced me as “his girl.” I stood there patiently as they talked about cars and work and Game of Thrones. I started to get bored. He had loosened his grip on my hand and I slid mine out easily. I wanted to look at dresses which were just about 25 feet away. I figured I’d hear him and see him still when he was done talking. He loved for me to wear dresses or skirts without panties when we’d go out for dinner or to a movie. In theaters, we always sat in the back so he could finger fuck me and so I could stroke his penis. I loved sucking on his cock during movies, too. It made me giggle inside when he couldn’t concentrate on the movie and instead filled my mouth up with his sweet cum.

I kind of got lost while looking through the racks of clothes. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t hear anymore talking. Shit, where did he go? I ran back to where he was before. Gone. I looked around but couldn’t spot him anywhere. I felt a little scared because I wasn’t used to being alone. Was he looking for me? Was he worried or just pissed?

I started to wander further into the store, hoping to find him. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my hair.

“You running away from me?” Daddy asked.

“NO! I’m so happy to see you!

I threw my arms around his neck, both relieved and excited to see him. He coldly grabbed my arms and put them back at my sides.

His voice was a low grumble. “How many times have I told you to NEVER, EVER walk away from me, huh? It’s fucking dangerous and I am very disappointed in you. You’ve been a very, very naughty girl.”

Without time to respond, he grabbed my hand violently and pulled me towards the exit. I wanted to tell him I was looking for a pretty dress to wear for him, but thought better of it. Damn, he was pissed.

He half-dragged me to his Escalade. He paused for a minute, looking as if he were debating something in his mind. He looked at me with a somewhat devilish grin.

“We are about 15 minutes from home. I’m about to fucking explode. We aren’t going to wait. I’m going to punish you right here, right now.”

It was never a debate on whether I’d be punished or not when I had been bad. Those were the rules. If he didn’t punish me then I wouldn’t learn from my mistakes. I knew that, but shivered slightly nonetheless. I was worried about what was in store for me.

He opened the back door to the SUV. “Get in,” he said in a low growl.

He followed me in and ordered me to take off my jeans and panties and get on all fours. I bit my lip and did what I was told. At first he started rubbing my ass, making it warm. Then, SMACK! He waited in between at different intervals so I didn’t now when to expect the smacks. Each spank was harder than the one before.

“You like not listening to Daddy? You like being punished? Do you like making me so fucking mad?”

He slapped my ass even harder.

“No,” I whimpered.

“Escuse me? No, what?!”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I won’t do it again.”

I choked as I said it as the blows got harder. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Then the spanking stopped. I was so relieved, but then afraid to sit down. Usually after my punishment, Daddy would gently rub my ass with some ointment and lay down on the bed beside me. He could never be cruel for long.

I started moving around to get into a position to pull my pants up. I was ready to go home.

“What the fuck are you doing? Did I tell you I was through?”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Oh, shit, he was going to fuck my ass. He was really serious about me not leaving his side and had hinted at danger before, but would never elaborate.

I adored ass play with my master because he had taught me so well how to take his cock up my ass (I can explain later how he patiently taught me). However, anal punishment was different. It was to show his dominance and to make sure I didn’t make the same mistake twice. There was no foreplay, no eating my ass out, no toys or fingers to loosen me up. I heard him spit, the only lube I was being given.

“Relax, babe,” he groaned, clearly excited, “You know I have to do this.

His cock was rock hard. He wasn’t a savage, but slowly inserted the tip. I groaned in discomfort, he groaned in pleasure. He spit again, and tried to slide his cock in. The only way for him to get it all in was to thrust until it was all the way inside of me. He held it there for a while, groaning in satisfaction. He got into a rhythm, fucking my ass and slapping my thighs. Every minute that passed the faster the thrusting was. His balls slapped against me. We were both sweating. Each time I groaned or tried to wriggle away, he grabbed my hips and thrust harder.

“You are mine. I own you!,” he grunted in an almost unrecognizable voice.

He reached around and surprisingly started playing with my clit. My ass was now relaxed and I was moaning in pleasure. I would never admit it, but getting fucked in the ass when my daddy was angry was very exciting. I knew I’d be sore for the rest of the night, maybe even tomorrow, but he’d hold me in his arms and tell me what a good girl I was for taking his angry cock.

From the noises me made I could tell he was close to coming. He pulled out, grabbed my hair and spun me around.

“Finish me off, baby.”

He thrust his cock in my mouth without warning. I sucked hard on it and he started shaking in pleasure. A large groan released from his lips as his load of cum slid down my throat.

After we pulled our pants back on and caught our breath, he tenderly kissed my forehead.

“Shall we take a hot bath when we get home?” he asked, clearly satiated.

“Yes, please, Master.”

He smiled and said, “You’re such good girl.”