Fridays

I felt his cock pressing into me, straining hard against the fabric of his trousers as I writhed on his lap.

He didn’t relent. The smacks rained down in a dizzyingly fast rhythm. The sound of his hand slapping against my bottom-flesh filled the room, and I struggled desperately to choke back my sobs, my gasps, and my moans of utter pleasure. My nipples were hard. I could feel them yearn for attention.

It had to be at least ten solid minutes of spanks. My bottom was burning hot and each slap landed someplace that was already sore. Tears slid down my face, but even more embarassingly, my pussy was soaked. Even with my panties around my knees, holding my modesty somewhat in check, I knew that my juices were flowing.

When he stopped, I was exhausted. He helped me to my feet, and handed me a tissue to wipe my eyes. I was sure I must look a mess, but he looked at me tenderly now, something soft about his gaze.

My own eyes went to his lap. His cock was straining. Without asking, without prompting, without a second thought I was on my knees in front of him, desperately working the button of his trousers wanting to get at his dick. I situated myself between his legs, and it only took seconds to free him from the twist of his dark blue boxers. I was so hungry to taste him, and I immediately took his cock into my mouth.

I felt his hand in my hair, gripping it in his fingers. He firmly guided me to the rhythm he wanted as I took his entire length into my mouth and down my throat over and over. He was big enough that it was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I revelled in the desire I felt emanating from him. I flicked my tongue within my mouth, delighting in his groans as his muscles twitched and tightened.

His other hand gripped the edge of his desk. I knew he was close. I knew he was harder and more turned on than he probably had been in a long time. Every part of his body was completely enthralled in the exstacy of the moment. I focused on his pleasure, licking, slurping, swallowing. He grew even larger and harder in my mouth. He didn’t need to tell me he was about to come; his sudden moan of pleasure said it all.

I sucked him relentlessly as he flooded into my mouth, until the last drop of juices had been swallowed and his breathing was less ragged.

I looked up at him, and he helped me to my feet. I stood there in front of him, and his eyes once again were at my crotch. He leaned over, and kissed me low on my abdomen. “I know this excites you, Nixy,” he said, “but you’ve been very bad. I don’t think I should let you come.” But even as he said it he moved his mouth lower, and his mouth was on my slit, his tongue darting toward my hood. Just once though. Just a quick flicking lick. I moaned and my head went back. He then reached down and took the top of my panties in his hands, and pulled them up. I winced as the scratch lace touched my flaming red bottom.

He tenderly pulled my skirt down, and smoothed it into place. I ached for his touch, for release.

“Go back to your desk. I expect to see a report on our little session posted by the time I get back from lunch.”

I had forgotten.

“And Nixy, you may go to the ladies room to tidy yourself up, but you are not to touch yourself. You are not to do anything to make yourself come.”

Oh god, I thought. After that beautiful, searing, delicious spanking? After having his throbbing cock down my throat? I wasn’t allowed to come?

I was about to ask him how long he intended me to go without orgasm, when he said, “When I see you for our session next Friday, I will expect to find that you have not indulged, either on your own or with anyone else. No orgasms, Nixy.”

“A week?” I said, stunned. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Nixy,” Andy said, his tone chiding, “you are being punished. I may allow you some relief some time over the next three months, but it depends on your attitude, and if I think you are learning your lesson.”

Three months? No, surely not? I stood there, embarrassed, caught, and well-spanked. That I was used to. But this… this was truly horrible.

“But maybe on Friday?” I said.

“We’ll see.”

With that he left for lunch, and I made my way to the restroom to get myself in order. I looked in the mirror. My face was flushed and my hair dishevelled, but worse than that, I was hungry. I wanted nothing more than to slip my hands in my panties right there and touch my quivering clit. This was sheer torture, and Andy knew it.

I went back to my desk to type up this “report”. I knew he was serious when he said he wanted it up by the time he got back from lunch, and up it would be. Typing out the words made relive every moment again, and the tightening wetness in my panties made me wriggle in my chair.

My next orgasm belongs to Andy, and he knows it. I’m desperately looking forward to Friday already. These next seven days might turn out to be the longest I’ve ever experienced at this job.

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