Margaret was sweating. She was flushed and breathing deep. Slowly she reached for the buttons on her shirt and began to undo them. Her hands were shaking but I hadn’t time for this.
“Faster, bitch!”
She jumped and hurried with the buttons, fumbling and gasping as she went. The shirt opened and I could see the swell of her tits inside her silk bra and then she pulled the shirt off recealing her nipples pressing against the material.
Fear or excitement? Not that I cared too much, “And the bra”.
She stared at the floor as she struggled with the clasp, finally unhooking it and letting the bra fall to the floor at her feet. Her tits were delicious. Just as firm as I’d expected and fully browned. Topless at the pool. Nipples that were small and nut brown, jutting out at me.
Now I knew she would go through with it I pulled the desk drawer open and took out the velvet blindfold I’d bought for the occasion
“Margaret” she looked up, tears in her eyes, “put this on” I said, throwing the blindfold to her. She caught it and just stared at it.
“Wha..”
“NOW!!!” I screamed, watching her jump and her titties bobble, “it’s a fantasy of mine” I said more softly”.
She pulled the fold on, the elastic in the band holding it tight to her head. Just as a test I pulled the heavy leather paddle out of my drawer and waved that around a little, but she didn’t react, so I pulled the camcorder out and set it on top of the cupboard next to my next, pressing play and sitting back down. This would be too good to see once.
“Now then, leave the shoes on but lets lose the skirt shall we.”
Her breathing was heavy as she unclipped the skirt and let it pool at her feet, revealing tiny silk knickers, pulled tight over her crotch and small bush.
“Turn around”
She stepped out the skirt with a little difficulty and turned away from me. My hand flew to my tool at the sight of her ass – small, firm, tanned and with a scrap of silk disappearing between her cheeks.
“Lose the knickers.”
She bent slightly as she pulled at them, giving me a glimpse of her lips between her thighs, glistening with the fear and tension.
“Turn around, put your hands above your head, high, stretch yourself.” She did everything she was told and looked like a work of art, body pulled tense, tits high, bush now obviously trimmed and legs taught (either a work of art or a dirty ho ready for some hard fuckin’).
She slowly walked forward to the desk on my command, the heels and the blindfold making her move slowly and carefully, until her belly bumped against the edge of the desk. I could see her lips quivering and little tears on her cheeks, but I’d soon change all that.
I took the cuffs out of the drawer and moved around the desk, watching her head follow as she tried to hear my movements, but this was no time for games. I knelt quickly behind her and grabbed her left ankle – she gasped at this first contact, but didn’t have time to react as I cuffed her ankle to desk leg. She tried to move away and cry out but I caught her other ankle and cuffed it to the other leg easily. She was no match for my six foot frame and now she was attached to the desk, as she found out by pulling at the cuffs. I was still kneeling directly behind her and was gazing straight at her perfect peachy ass as it wriggled against the cuffs. Her puffy, damp lips were clearly visible also and I could smell her scent as she struggled. It was all I could do not to plunge my tongue straight at her asshole and cunt lips there and then but I got up and returned to the front of the desk. I reached out and took her chin in my hand “stop struggling”, she went still.
“Now bend forward over the desk and put your hands behind your back”.
When she was in position I cuffed her left hand to right elbow and vice versa, listening to her gasp and whimper in this uncomfortable position.
I picked up the paddle and returned behind her.
“Well, Margaret, seeing as I’m the generous sort I’m going to give you a choice now” I whispered in her ear, leaning over so I could smell her perfume and body scent.
“Do you want me to fuck your tight little asshole”
“NO, not that” she cried out, interrupting me.
“Or should I beat your ass blue with this leather paddle?” I continued, bringing the paddle down on the desk with a thunderous crash to emphasise the point, making her yelp and whimper.
“And make sure you say please”.
What choice does Margaret make – ass-fucking or a paddling?
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