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chuckled. ‘Well, well, T.J. you old dog. I never would have guessed.’ He reached for her arm and pulled her gently across his lap. ‘Such dedication to duty, my dear,’ he said with evident approval. ‘Keep it up and you’ll go far in this company. I must take a close look at your work.’
    Beth lay contentedly over his thighs as he gently stroked her bottom, running his fingers across the warm, slightly swollen flesh, and she felt disappointed when she heard him say, ‘I won’t punish you again tonight. We must give these...’ and he lightly tapped her buttocks, ‘...a proper chance to recover.’
    With deepening disappointment she thought he was going to make her rise and send her home, but then she felt a finger tickling the entrance to her sex, sliding smoothly up and down the outer lips, lubricated by the moisture she had unwittingly generated. She was still stimulated, and unsatisfied, from her appointment with Kearns, and she knew she would quickly come under Richard’s control and touch.
    â€˜You are a beautiful girl, Beth, made to be loved and punished,’ he said huskily. ‘Made for my satisfaction.’ As he spoke his finger penetrated between the lips of her sex and slid easily into the warm moistness inside. She hardly heard his words; his finger was so much more expressive. She moaned softly and gently pushed herself against his hand. He withdrew the finger and ran it slowly in a circular motion around the taut nub of her clitoris.
    â€˜My satisfaction,’ he repeated. ‘I am not going to spank you this evening, but I am going to punish you in a way.’ Panting slightly, she began to rotate her haunches in time with his finger. ‘I am going to penetrate you,’ he went on. ‘I am going to come inside you.’ She moaned with yearning as she ground her cunt hard against his hand. ‘But you are forbidden to have a climax,’ he declared. ‘That is your punishment.’
    In the confusion of her euphoria, the meaning of his words took a second or two to dawn on her. Then with an audible groan she pushed back as if she wanted all his hand in her sex. She was just seconds away, rushing to catch a train which, cruelly, pulled away just as she was reaching for the door.
    She felt like crying with frustration, and spoke for the first time since she had lain across his lap. ‘But that’s just not fair, Richard,’ she protested pitifully. ‘Please, please don’t be so cruel.’
    But he was implacable. ‘You have to be punished, my dear, and this is tonight’s punishment. You must pleasure me, but not yourself.’ He was stroking her buttocks again. ‘Where would you like me? In your beautiful mouth? In here?’ and he tormented her clitoris with his finger, reminding her yet again just how close she had been. ‘Or in here...?’
    The finger, still moist from her excitement, pushed its way between the cheeks of her bottom and began stroking the rosebud of her anus. ‘It’s your choice,’ she heard him say. ‘But whichever way you choose, you are forbidden to climax.’
    Her excitement began to mount again. His finger slowly and gently penetrated the tight circle. It was not to be denied.
    â€˜Are you a virgin here, Beth?’ he asked.
    She replied with a muffled sound of confirmation, unable to formulate words. At the feel of his finger in her bottom she knew she wanted it to go on, that she wanted nothing more and that she was close again to a climax. She lifted her hips so the finger sank deeper. Never had a man touched her so intimately, so wonderfully, that she could no longer differentiate between the discomfort of it and the pleasure.
    â€˜Yes, Richard, in my bottom, please,’ she gasped shamefully, unable to help herself.
    He immediately withdrew his finger and her tight rear passage, like her sex moments before, suddenly and abruptly felt