“Stay there and don’t get up, or this will get worse for you.”
The tone of his voice told her that he was serious and that small voice in her head told her to obey, so she kept her head and shoulders down as he ordered, feeling vulnerable and exposed with her butt sticking out. Finally, exhausted, she lay draped over his desk, feeling him gently draw up her panties to cover her wet cunt and the scarlet stripes on her sore, burning ass, smoothing her skirt down and rubbing soft circles over her tender flesh. What are you, a big pervert?”
“Bend over the desk, Miss Gracen. Ashley felt him release her wrists but didn’t move from her position on the desk. She felt his hands on the waistband of her panties and knew that he was going to remove them. “Please Sir” she whispered. “That’s right little slut, very good. “Assume the required position, Ashley.” There were tears in her eyes as she bent over the desk, feeling the cool wood against her face and through the thin fabric of her blouse.
