She stepped from the shower, a smile on her face as she paused to admire her naked curves in the mirror. Finally, Friday she thought, a successful week - only one small problem to resolve today, then she will be able to cruise into the weekend. Her little problem child she thought; problem child – for Christ’s sake, he was a grown man, nearly twice her age, ugh she pondered. He was a huge benefit to the company, but his continued insubordination to her authority and minor little mistakes – she would not, could not tolerate. She stepped slowly into her jeans, wriggling her backside to get them just right, and then slipped her freshly painted toes into her favorite pair of strappy heels. She giggled admiring her topless body one last time in the mirror. She felt confident, she would make him squirm – more than once had she felt his eyes roam her curves – he was a perv, but then, deep down, she kind of liked it. Digging through her drawers, she found her sexiest, sheer lace bra and covered it with a colorful satiny top. Let’s see how he reacts to this she thought as she planned out his reprimand in her head.

 

He lingered a little longer than usual in the office pantry, letting his coffee dust off the cobwebs cluttering his head. Friday, whew – he moaned out loud, looking forward to the weekend. This week’s project was successfully out the door on time; actually, it was a little ahead of schedule. He might have had to rush it just a bit, he had a scheduled rendezvous with his buds, and he wasn’t going to let work interrupt his weekday frolics. He poured another cup, slumped back in the chair stretching his legs out and let his mind drift off, the drone of colleague’s voices in his ears. His peaceful morning siesta suddenly interrupted - clump, thump, clump, thump – unmistakable he thought to himself, it had to be her – the sound of her heels on the wood floor as she pranced into the room. He peeked out from one eyelid; he was not one to let the sight of “her” ass go by without a good visual massage. Hmmm, he hoped he hadn’t moaned out loud – jeans, sexy little heels showing off her cute colorful toes, backside perfectly packed in denim, colorful top – was she wearing a bra, his mind perked to attention. His vision imagined seeing her nipples through her blouse. Wow, his body sparked to attention as his mind raced with fantasy.

 

His eyes couldn’t help but to search hers out – he knew if he could make contact with her beautiful blues he could will his thoughts into her head – he nearly gasped as he their vision connected, her eyes seemed to sparkle as he thought what he would do to her. He held her fixed in his sights, his mind erased her clothes, imagining her naked before him. She squirmed, she knew his senses had stripped her, but she could not look away – he was dangerous – her body sparked hot, she kind of liked it. It was only a moment before she broke his trance – barking at him – “my office, fifteen minutes.” She turned quickly and stomped off, knowing that he was watching every swish of her ass as she strutted away.

 

She was panting, when she dropped down into her office chair, swiveling to gaze outside. She needed a moment, she felt herself growing steamy hot, she hated that he could do that to her. A few deep breaths, an evil smirk – she would retaliate and make him wish he hadn’t messed with her. She had to write him up – his latest project, while technically sufficient had lacked the attention to detail. He obviously had not proofread his material before rushing to send it out. Clients were starting to notice, and it was on her to nip this in the bud. Besides a good and deserved tongue lashing, she would put a report in his file, a black mark which would definitely affect his review and pending salary increase. She glanced quickly at her phone, another deep sigh – it was just minutes before he was due. She smirked, touched briefly the warmth between her legs, a quick hard squeeze with a sigh, she had to control herself, the tingle was tempting but her mind willed it away.

 

He entered with a smirk on his face and immediately went to plop in the chair opposite her. Not so fast she barked and close the door. Oh shit… he thought as he turned sheepishly to obey her command – and don’t sit, stand there in front of me – rang in his ears. Her devious mind was going to give him what he deserved; she wanted to see if he would get aroused as she scolded him. She started in on him – look at me when I speak - leaning forward, her elbows on her desk – she waited for his eyes to drift down her blouse and disappear into her now revealed cleavage, She could almost feel his sight stroking her breasts, massaging her nipples to attention. The tingle between her legs returned and she had to shift her bottom to squeeze her thighs together. She allowed herself a quick glance at his trousers – she saw his swell start to twitch – it was merely inches away – her body flushed hot as she continued outlining his punishments.

 

She sensed his distraught; she could see it in his face. She continued with his tongue lashing - his mood had instantly sunk when he heard – and I’m going to have to put a report in your file and believe me it isn’t going to be good for you. His hard attitude quickly shriveled, his body trembled, his mind raced to find some words. Please, please – uh, um - heavy sigh – she tilted her hear, raised her eyebrows with a smirk – her eyes telling him to get on with it. He paused but finally uttered what she hoped she would hear – please, can you just make it go away this one time, I promise it won’t happen again – she continued smirking without saying a word, her mind racing, waiting, come on just say it she thought. A flash, the spark deep within ignited – she fought off the shiver – she felt herself get wet when his words finally filled the room – I’ll do anything, anything you want. She didn’t speak, her eyes motion to him to take it as she slipped a small snippet of paper across the desk to him. Her colorful fingertips held tight for an instant before releasing it to him. She motioned quickly for him to leave.

 

He sighed as he exited, the paper clenched tightly in his hand. Dare he look – it took more than a moment to gain the courage to unwrinkle her missive.  He stared down at it, the pounding in his chest rang loud in his ears – there was just an address and the words – 8pm sharp…

 

Slowly down the street he drove and found a spot around the corner from his destination. A few porchlights dimly lit his way, as he continually glanced up at the numbers and down at her note. Nervously, he looked at the time – pacing his movements to arrive as directed. He crept slowly to the door, it was dark inside, and it appeared as if no one was home. As the door magically slid open, he took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness. He was blind until his sight could adjust; her eyes magically appeared, and he couldn’t help but to inquisitively look deep into them. She stood before – her transparent, silky lace robe was all that covered her – was it purposely left untied? His jaw dropped open as he allowed his eyes to caress every curve. A sharp crack, a sting on his chin – he felt the cool leather holding his head up. You’ll do anything – remember; answer me! Was he dreaming, he could only nod – another spark on his cheek – answer me! She smirked when she heard his words – yes mam – and a sweltering dampness started to flush her flesh.

 

With her crop still held tight to his chin she guided him to a single doorway and whispered to him to enter only if he dared. He turned and descended into the basement – silent except for the snap of whip and the muffled yelp from his throat as the sting sparked his backside. The soft glow from a fireplace lit the room, she guided him into position and ordered him to strip. She took delight in the occasional smack – her crop now striking bare flesh. He stood stoically waiting, as she swirled around him – the tip of her instrument running lightly over his skin. When she pushed her breasts to his chest, she could feel his hardness push into her, when she kissed him, and his hands squeezed at her bottom – she smacked his ass and barked – no touching. Stand there and watch – she squeezed her hand tight around his balls and with one last crack on his flesh, she turned and nestled her bottom into the big easy chair in front of him.

 

He was panting but tried to maintain his composure when she slowly spread her legs – her fingertips wandered over her breasts and pinched playfully at her nipples. He was mesmerized as he heard her words – is this what you’ve been thinking about when your eyes follow me down the hall? She moaned as her fingertip slipped over her slickened dampness and fluttered for her pleasure. He squirmed in front of her, his hardness convulsing as he watched her. She moaned - enjoying his discomfort as much as her own stroking digits - and trembled with delicious delight.

 

When he tried to touch himself, she again barked – no touching – her fingers continuing to massage her own pleasure. Their eyes were fixated on one another, she sneered at him when his tongue traced slowly over his lips. Just enough to let a shudder of sensual gratification race through her body, she beckoned him forward. He stepped towards her – she could see the vibrations of his flesh as he trembled in front of her. A sharp sting – a loud crack broke the silence – she nodded and whispered – to your knees. As he slowly knelt, he groaned aloud as her foot grazed purposefully over his manhood and wandered over his chest. She felt his hot breath until his warm wetness sucked her toes in – her back arched – the fire sparked hot and began to blaze deep inside. Hesitantly, he caressed her leg, waiting for the sting of her crop – snap – he sucked harder and his hand clenched to her thigh. She was panting now, thrusting toward him – she gripped into his hair and shoved his face into her wet wonder. Her voice was muffled in his ears, but her words were clear – time for MY tongue lashing.

 

His fingertips twisted onto her pink buttons as his tongue now teased just above the spot between her legs. She wriggled about with desirous anticipation, wondering why he now resisted the pressure from her hands pushing his face into her. She ached upwards her body begging him to dive into her. Yet he was slow and deliberate in his devouring of her. His tongue fluttered about – close but not there – his fingers insisted on her groans as he pinched and pulled at her breasts. She shuddered from his touch – finally hearing what he needed – her moans of ecstasy – the rough warmness from his mouth darted onto her slit and vibrated her flesh until she completely opened herself for him. Her body convulsed as his fluttering hot, wet flesh probed into her – the tremors started as he flurried at her precious point and lapped the honey from her hive. The fury increased when the suction from his lips drew her inside his hot mouth. His teasing tongue brought her to the edge and back – her body quivered as her fuse burned short – each time her explosion neared he eased back – her pot boiled but he lowered the flame – pausing before turning the heat up higher each time. Her muscles twitched and her skin sizzled – she was ready, and she wanted it – she scratched at his scalp and thrust his face into her. Responding to her desire – he tweaked his fingers hard onto her nipples – she yelped as his tongue dove in and out. She squealed and panted – he felt her body contracting beneath him – with a quickening flurry he was determined to finish her as he vibrated all his digits for her pleasure. She gasped and screamed as she burst forth with an explosion of ecstasy – her toes curled and her hips rocked, her skin blistered, and her body scorched. Her nails dug into him – her gyrations nearly threw his body off to the floor – he buried his face deeper and his hands grasped at her chest just to be able to stay with her.

 

The colorful points of her fingertips dug into his scalp, panting hard she whipped feverishly at his back not knowing if she was encouraging his mouth to consume her or if she was begging him to stop. Wave after wave shook her, her eyes rolled back to watch the fireworks explode in her mind. She pulled at his ears, urging him on top of her. She grabbed roughly at his cock and thrust it between her juicy lips. He heard the growl of the lioness as he pushed inside – her nails now digging into his back. Her words implored him to drive faster – her hips propelled upward with each throbbing and deepening stroke. Their bodies melted together as one, the sizzle of flesh on flesh, the perspiration of passion, they slipped and slid together. The pace quickened, both were gasping for breath, the fire was scorching hot – her legs wrapped him and squeezed – her body shook – he convulsed, and his arms pressed her even harder into him - they exploded in unison. Breathless, they rolled apart, but his arms pulled her back to him. Euphoric, the trembles inhabiting her flesh lessened – he had extinguished her fire, her thoughts raced. Their eyes met, the fire behind him danced in her eyes. Neither spoke, she traced a single fingertip over his chest and snuzzled up against him. Crack – a sharp sting on his ass – the ember inside her sparked back to life – her body tingled hot as she uttered the words – I’m not done with you yet, now get to your feet and…