Punished the Way I Liked

I've always been a good girl, but I had a naughty streak that needed to be satisfied. That's why I found myself in the situation I was in—bent over the large desk in my boss's office, skirt hitched up around my waist, ass exposed and ready to be punished.

Mr. Carter stood before me, his tall, imposing figure a contrast to my petite frame. His eyes, dark and intense, held a glint of excitement as he enjoyed the power he held over me. I felt his large hand connect with my bare ass, the smack echoing in the secluded office. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan, knowing that he'd take that as a sign of weakness. But the sensation of his hand on my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I craved more.

"You've been a very bad secretary, Miss Parker," he said, his deep voice sending a shudder through me. "But I have a feeling you're going to enjoy your punishment."

I didn't respond, instead taking a deep breath and bracing myself for another smack. But it didn't come. Instead, I felt the coolness of a liquid against my heated skin, and Mr. Carter's other hand began to rub it in slowly, his touch gentle now.

"This is for your own good," he said, his voice a low murmur. "We both know you've been longing for this."

He was right. The cool lotion slid over my reddened ass, and I felt myself growing wet between my legs. The contrast of the cool lotion and the heat of my embarrassment was tantalizing. I wanted more, needed more.

"Please, Mr. Carter," I whispered, unable to hold back any longer. "I want both of you."

He smiled, a devious glint in his eyes, and I knew he understood exactly what I meant. Without a word, he gestured for someone to enter the office. In walked Mr. Johnson, our IT guy, a devious smirk on his face. He knew exactly what was expected of him and wasted no time.

Mr. Johnson moved behind me, his hands joining Mr. Carter's on my ass. Their touch was firm and reassuring as they squeezed and caressed my cheeks, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I felt like a piece of meat being prepared for the grill, but I loved every second of it.

Mr. Carter's voice broke the silence, his deep tones commanding and authoritative. "She's all yours, Johnson. But remember, I want her punished, not bruised."

"Yes, sir," Mr. Johnson replied, his breath hot against my ear as he nuzzled my neck. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she enjoys every moment."

The sensation of being manhandled was exhilarating. Mr. Johnson's hands were everywhere—my waist, my hips, and my thighs—before he slipped his fingers between my legs, probing my wetness. I gasped as his fingers found my aching clit and began to tease it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Mr. Carter continued to rub the lotion into my ass, his movements slow and deliberate, preparing me for what was to come.

I felt like a puppet as Mr. Johnson pulled my body back against his, my chest pressing against his. He kissed my neck, his breath hot and heavy, as his hands continued their exploration. Meanwhile, Mr. Carter's attention had shifted to my front, his hands unbuttoning my blouse and freeing my breasts. He leaned in, his rough jaw scraping against my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of electricity through me. I moaned, unable to contain my pleasure, as his mouth took one peak into his mouth and played with it, his hands pinching and pulling the other.

Mr. Johnson's fingers were still working their magic between my legs, and I found myself rocking against his hand, unable to control my hips. His other hand joined Mr. Carter's, and together, they massaged and teased my breasts, occasionally switching to squeeze and pull my nipples. The dual stimulation was too much, and I felt myself bucking against their touches, begging for more.

"Please, sir, I need more," I pleaded, unable to contain my desire any longer.

"We'll give you more, all right," Mr. Carter said, his voice a growl of approval. "But first, we have a rule about employees misbehaving."

I looked up at him, questioningly, my eyes pleading.

"You have to earn your punishment," he said, leaning in and whispering in my ear. "Both holes must be open for business."

I nodded, understanding his meaning. Mr. Johnson's fingers worked their magic, and soon, I felt myself relaxing, my body opening up for them. Mr. Carter's thumb pressed against my anal entrance, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through me. Mr. Johnson removed his fingers from my pussy, and I heard the rip of a packet being opened. A moment later, the tip of Mr. Johnson's pulsing cock pressed against my lubricated entrance, and I felt myself being stretched as he slowly pushed his way in.

"Ahh," I moaned, the feeling of fullness overwhelming.

Mr. Carter continued his work on my ass, his thumb now joined by his forefinger, stretching me further. The sensation of being filled was incredible, and I felt my pussy dripping wetness onto the floor. Mr. Johnson began to thrust slowly, his eyes fixed on mine as he enjoyed the tight heat surrounding him.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak as the pleasure consumed me. Mr. Carter's fingers were joined by a second pair, and the stretching, and teasing sensation was too much. I felt myself cumming, my body quaking as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Mr. Johnson's pace increased, his thrusts deep and powerful, and I knew he was close to releasing himself inside me.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his face etched with desire.

"Make sure you do," Mr. Carter commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

Mr. Johnson's thrusts became erratic, and he grasped my hips tightly, using me as his willing vessel. I felt him reaching climax, and the sensation sent me over the edge again as Mr. Carter removed his fingers from my ass.

Finally, Mr. Johnson withdrew, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. Mr. Carter turned me around, and I saw the bulge in his pants, his erection prominent and tempting. I dropped to my knees, eager to please him, and undid his pants, releasing his thick cock. I took it into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, and bobbed my head up and down. His hands found my hair, guiding me as I deep-throated him.

Mr. Carter's eyes drifted to the door as if he heard something. He glanced at Mr. Johnson, who nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. Mr. Carter's hands tightened around my hair, and he pulled me up, his eyes intense and full of lust.

"Someone's coming, Miss Parker," he said, his voice a low growl. "It seems your punishment isn't over yet."

He didn't need to tell me twice. I felt myself blushing as I realized what they had planned. Mr. Johnson quickly left the room, and I heard the lock click into place, ensuring we had ample time to finish what we'd started. Mr. Carter wasted no time. He lifted my skirt, pushed my thong to the side, and penetrated me with one swift motion.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but Mr. Carter silenced me with a kiss. His lips were firm and demanding as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. The taste of myself on his lips only added to the kinky thrill. I felt his rhythm increase, his hips pounding against mine as he held my hands above my head. The desk dug into my stomach, but I didn't care. Being at his mercy was exhilarating.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and Mr. Carter's eyes grew dark with desire and triumph. He released my hands and moved to the side, keeping his cock inside me as he reached for something on his desk. I felt a jolt of electricity as he produced a vibrator, the buzzing toy a surprise addition to our tryst. He turned it on and pressed it against my clit, and the dual stimulation was almost too much.

The door handle turned, and Mr. Johnson re-entered the room, a smirk on his face as he observed the scene. Mr. Carter thrust the vibrator against me a few more times before removing it and handing it to his accomplice.

"Make sure she comes again," he ordered. "I want her nice and sensitive for when I fuck her ass."

Mr. Johnson's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he took the toy. He moved behind me, and the vibrator buzzed to life against my aching clit, sending shivers down my spine. Mr. Carter's hands held my hips firmly as Mr. Johnson worked the toy, occasionally slipping it inside me for added effect. The sensation was incredible, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment, the pleasure building once more.

Mr. Johnson's expert hands and the powerful vibrator did their job, and I came hard, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy consumed me. Mr. Carter's pace increased, his breathing heavy as he pounded my pussy, unaffected by the interruption.

"That's it, Miss Parker," he growled. "Take it all. You're such a good girl."

I felt myself stretching around him, the pleasure intense as he hit my G-spot with each thrust. Mr. Johnson sensed my climax and removed the vibrator, replacing it with his thick fingers. He massaged my clit, and the sensation was too much.

As Mr. Carter's orgasmic groans filled the room, I felt his hot cum shoot deep inside me. Mr. Johnson kept his fingers on my clit, and I came again, crying out as the pleasure swept through me.

Mr. Carter withdrew his now-flaccid member and guided me to my feet. He whispered in my ear, "Go to the sofa and wait for us."

My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the couch, my body sated and yet yearning for more. I felt used and excited, my mind racing with the audacity of what I had just done. But there was no time to reflect as Mr. Johnson joined me, his eyes hungry for more. Mr. Carter followed, his gaze intense and possessive, and I knew I was hooked on a feeling that could only be described as pure, unadulterated lust.