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squirm and press herself against it. Despite the ache in her buttocks, which she was finding impossible to ignore, she was almost unbearably aroused.
    She lost count of how many slaps landed on her unprotected backside, and wondered how she looked to him, her creamy flesh mottling with a tracery of vicious scarlet prints. God only knew how she would manage to sit down in the office the following day. At last she cried out, ‘Please, I’m sorry, Master.’ Tears welled in her eyes, born as much of frustration as pain.
    And then she was aware that the spanking had stopped for a second time, and his fingers were tracing a path over his handiwork, circling her flaming buttocks and coming to rest in the crease between them. One finger moved lightly over her weeping sex and she wriggled beneath his touch, desperate to feel it inside her. But it was merely gathering her juices and smearing them, she realised with shocking clarity, over her other, forbidden entrance.
    His index finger penetrated deeply into her rosy arsehole. She tightened against the unexpected intrusion, before relaxing, realising that this was her ultimate humiliation. His thumb pressed hard against her clit, but he did not rub her, and she knew instinctively that if she wanted to come, she was going to have to do the work. She thrust against him, humping his hand, making mewling noises as she sought her release, while all the time his finger probed relentlessly inside her arse. Mere seconds later, a dizzying spasm exploded in her gut and she came, slumping against him.
    He brought her gaze up to meet his own once more. His expression was unfathomable. ‘Very good, slut,’ he smiled, ‘but you aren’t finished yet.’
    She watched as he slowly unzipped his jeans, bringing his cock out into the light. It was not as long as her fantasy might have willed it, but it was thick, with a taut, glistening head and a lengthy foreskin that was already beginning to retract.
    â€˜Suck it, slut,’ he ordered.
    Obediently, she dropped to her knees, and took its purplish tip between her lips. Her hands still cuffed, she was unable to cradle his taut balls as she might have liked, and she concentrated on taking his length deeper into her gullet. He tasted clean and masculine, and she licked with relish at his swollen glans. Risking a glance upwards, she saw that his eyes were half-closed in pleasure, and he was making low crooning noises in his throat.
    She lapped and nibbled at his penis, running her tongue in intricate patterns over his cock-head. A ring of her pale pink lipstick, which seemed so demure and functional in the office, was smeared around the base of his shaft, in lewd contrast to the dark, blood-engorged flesh. She felt as though she could have gone on sucking him all night.
    As his climax approached he took hold of her hair once more, so she could not pull her mouth away. He grunted and came, and deposited a wad of thick spunk into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, but a small trickle escaped from her lips and ran down her chin.
    He released his grip on her and zipped himself up once more, before taking a tiny key from his jeans pocket and unlocking her handcuffs.
    â€˜Well done, slut,’ was all he said as she rubbed the feeling back into her tired wrists.
    â€˜Thank you, Master,’ she replied, and then he was gone.
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    Half an hour later she was standing, dressed once more in her respectable business clothes, outside a subway station a couple of stops from home, watching the four-wheel drive recede into the thinning flow of evening traffic. She thought again of her master, or the man who had played him. He had been excellent, everything she could have wanted, and yet she didn’t even know his name.
    Joanna’s sore bottom ached pleasurably as she slipped her travel pass into the slot and made her way through the barrier. She tried to analyse the feeling, knowing she would need to be in a situation like