Punishment

by Emilia Foxton

  “Yes, Sir.” Caren counted in her own head past ten a few times before he began to count down out loud and what felt like minutes later, he finally demanded for her to cum. Without even trying, she burst upon command, soaking his dick in her juices as he continued to thrust. “Brett! Oh god! Brett!”

  Brett wasn't expecting for her to cum as much as she was, but the magnitude of her orgasm milked his dick and soon he was cumming too. He dug his fingers into her hips as he ripped himself out of her and began sliding his wet cock between her ass cheeks, thrusting until he shot all over her lower back. He groaned out as he pumped every last bit of his load and still having the energy, he bent down to untie both of her legs so he could turn her around. When Caren faced him, she was breathless actually seeing the man who just took her virginity in a way she had never even dreamed of losing it.

  She wanted to kiss him, wanted to touch him; Caren wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew she couldn't without his permission. She finally caught her breath while she felt her juices trickling down her legs and even though her legs trembled, she remained steady to wait for his command. “Good girl, now there's one last request I have for you. Get on your knees.”

  Caren struggled to get down to the floor, being that her hands were still tied, so he grabbed her arm for support until she reached the carpet safely. He stood before her and was still erect, even after burying his dick inside her pussy, which oddly made Caren's mouth water. Brett grabbed a handful of her hair and ordered for her to open her mouth. “Don't do anything. I'll show you what do to.”

  Caren opened her mouth and waited for him as he stepped closer to her, shoving his manhood into her mouth with no mercy. “I've always wanted to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.” He started slow at first, moving her head so that his dick slid into her mouth with ease, but he wanted more of her mouth than just slow takes. “You mouth is the perfect size for my dick.” He began to thrust into her mouth relentlessly, pounding the back of her throat as she gagged on his erection.

  Ignoring the pain in her knees and the ache in her arms from being in that position so long, she sucked his shaft clean, wrapping her tongue around his shaft. She felt his manhood begin to pulsate and his breathing was jagged, as well as rushed. Caren knew he was going to cum and even though she had never swallowed a man's juice before, she told herself she wouldn't have an issue with doing that for him if he wanted. Brett let go of her hair and instead grabbed the sides of her head with his hands as he continued to penetrate her mouth until he was releasing his load at her throat.

  “Drink all of me, Caren.”

  And she did. She swallowed every drop of his cum as he slowly pulled out of her, making sure there wasn't a single ounce left on him at all. Caren was breathless once again, but she managed to bring her breathing, as well as her heart beat, back to a steady rate before looking up at him. “Have I satisfied you, Sir?”

  He zipped his pants back up and put his belt back around his waist, fastening it as if nothing had happened. “Stand up.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Caren stood as she was told, even though her knees were weak and she had a bit of trouble with her hands still being tied. “Can you untie me?”

  Brett smirked, telling her to turn around, and came up behind her as he untied his tie saying, “I kind of like the idea of you being tied up though...” He fastened his tie back around his neck and checked in the window reflection to make sure everything was straightened out again. “And yes, I am satisfied. Now return to your desk, but don't clean up. I want your skirt to remain stained with my cum.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She pulled her skirt down, feeling his cum warm against her skin, and fixed her blouse trying to hide the newly placed wrinkles. “Is that everything?”

  “No, I have one last request and then I'll agree to you having your weekends off.”

  Caren turned to him and waited for his request, even though her mind was going wild with fantasies of what he would chose to do to her next time they had sex. “Anything, Sir.”

  “Don't ever wear panties to my office again.”

  Feeling awake for the first time in a long time, she smiled at him and left his office, while everyone around her stared in wonder and amazement. It must have been obvious to everyone, mainly the woman, because she had been in his office for a much longer period than she had ever been, but she didn't care about their judgmental looks for once. She made sure to turn around as she walked around her desk to show off the evidence on her skirt and sat down at her desk with pride. Not only did she come to terms with Brett, but she also received a taste of something she never thought she'd experience.

  For once, she was looking forward to being the talk of the office.

  And seeing Brett the next time he wanted to ravish her at his command.

  Here is a sample from another story you may enjoy:

  There were times in every waitress’s life where they could start telling time by the appearance of regular customers, and, for Leanne, Candice and Heath were that kind of customer. She’d long since become friends with the two, who ate a late dinner at the diner Leanne worked at every Friday night after finishing their own work. She could never quite remember what it was Heath did—something profitable; since he nearly always left her a hefty tip—but she knew Candice was a professional welder.

  She knew a lot of things about Candice. Fridays were Leanne’s favorite days, and she often organized her entire weekly schedule around them. Her coworkers loved it; she was willing to trade any day for a Friday, and never took them up for vacation days. They teased her about it, too, but she didn’t pay them too much attention. After all, they all had their own favorite customers. It was just that Candice was especially important to her.

  (Oh, and Heath. She always seemed to forget about Heath.)

  So, it was perfectly reasonable for her to get worried when she happened to look up at the clock and noticed that it was nearing 10PM—and Candice and Heath were nowhere to be seen. Perfectly reasonable.

  At first, she thought the clock had gone wrong again. It was an old thing, with a grimy glass cover and hands that always seemed to get stuck on the six every other week, so it wasn’t the most trustworthy thing. She took out the stool from under the counter and climbed on top of it to inspect the clock, and found it to be ticking away steadily. So, it wasn’t a problem with the clock. They were just late.

  It happened—not often, but more than once. There were always good explanations for it, but Leanne couldn’t help but get worried every time it happened. She worried that, while she waited at the diner for them, Candice was in the hospital, badly burned by molten metal, in extreme pain or even… She didn’t want to think about it, but, at such times, it was often all she could think about.

  Luckily, there were no other customers, and her only coworker was Greg, the chef, who spent all his free time playing online poker on his phone, so she was able to fret freely and without interruption. She paced throughout the diner, cleaning and re-cleaning the tables until they squeaked and shined, unable to keep still. It was all she could do to keep the idea of a dead Candice off her mind.

  The door chimed, and Leanne’s head shot up. There, standing in soaked raincoats, were Candice and Heath, hale and whole. She sighed, relieved. “It’s about time the two of you showed up,” she said.

  “It’s all my fault,” Heath said, scooting into one of the booths with Candice. Leanne sat down next to them, her order pad out; it was perfunctory, really, because she already knew what they were going to order. “One of the parents didn’t come by and pick up their kid… It was an absolute mess. The police were called and everything.

  Oh, right! Heath was the principal of that fancy private elementary school across town. “Oh, that’s awful,” she said, hoping that her relief didn’t show through her voice. “Poor kid. I hope everything turned out alright.”

  “He called me over to keep the kid company while the teachers figured everything out with the police,” Candice said, flippi
ng idly through the menu. “I’ve never played so many games of Hangman in my life.”

  “She’s great with kids.” Heath was giving Leanne a look she didn’t quite understand, a sort of weird smile. “And people in general, of course, but especially kids.”

  “That’s because I am a kid.” Candice had a sweet laugh, one that made Leanne’s heart miss a few beats. “And, as a kid, I’d like a plate of chocolate chip pancakes for dinner tonight.”

  “Do you want Greg to make the whipped cream into a smiley face?” she asked with a grin.

  “You know me too well, Lee.”

  It was only when Heath coughed loudly that Leanne realized she and Candice had been staring lovingly at each other for probably over two minutes. “And I’ll have the meatloaf, of course,” he said, obviously trying to sound annoyed but unable to keep the weird smile off his face. “With no gravy on the mashed potatoes.”

  Leanne quickly dropped off the orders with Greg—who seemed annoyed by it; he must’ve lost some big money—and returned to sit with her friends. Even when they got their food, she continued sitting with Candice, talking animatedly while Heath stuffed his face full of food. She noticed that her hand had, somehow, ended up on Candice’s knee, but didn’t do anything about it. Candice didn’t seem to mind, anyway.

  If you enjoyed this sample then look for CANDICE.

  Also by this Author:

  Candice

  Crystal

  Beyond Purity

  Breaking Talons

  Elena

  Going Home

  Cara

  Experience

  She

  Workplace Liaisons

  Best Friends

  Watch Me

  Room Service

  Three’s Company

  The Golden Mask

  Just One Kiss

  Nebraska

  About the Author

  Hi there! I’m Emilia Foxton, an English girl living in London. Having graduated with my degree in Textile Design, I undertook a period of employment designing bespoke clothing for women, ranging from underwear and casual clothes to evening gowns, using the experience as a foundation before starting my own fashion label.

  Over the last few months, I have been writing erotica aimed at young women based on some of my dreams. Some of my dreams have even come true although I’m not going to let you know which ones.

  I will be using my blog to share some of my short stories and to promote my ebooks that have been published on Amazon.

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