“I … I don’t know, sir.”
She was a fucking natural and she didn’t even know it.
“What do you think, Faye? Shall I open up that tight little asshole?”
Faye maintained her smile. “It’s none of my fucking business, like you said.”
“Quite,” I said. “But I’m asking you anyway.”
Her eyes were dark, hard to read. “Just fucking punish us,” she hissed. “But punish me harder, Andy. It was my idea.”
“Don’t worry,” I snapped. “That’s a fucking given.” I ran my fingers down Topaz’s quivering thigh. “Grip the desk,” I said, “and don’t fucking move.” I ran my palm over her ass cheeks and she flinched beautifully. “As for you,” I said to Faye. “This is just the beginning.”
I lifted Faye’s skirt around her waist, then yanked her lace panties down around her knees. She shifted them apart as far as they would go.
“Brace yourselves.”
The sound of palm against ass cheeks was delicious. Topaz’s backside blushed pink in a heartbeat, and she cried out every single time I spanked her. Faye’s breathing quickened, but she didn’t make a sound, taking her punishment like the warm-up it was intended to be. She turned her face to Topaz, and her eyes were hooded, soaking in the other girl’s pain.
“You’ll say fucking sorry,” I hissed. “Topaz, tell me you’re fucking sorry.”
“Yes, Mr Morgan, I’m sorry!”
“What are you fucking sorry for, Topaz?”
“For having sex with you,” she whimpered. It was just the kind of ditzy answer I would have expected, and I fought the urge to smile. I slapped her hard enough that she scooted forward on the desk.
“No, Topaz. It’s for listening to fucking Faye that I’m punishing you.”
“Yes, Mr Morgan!”
I gave her five good hard slaps on her thighs, and she twitched and whimpered and wriggled her pink ass at me. I watched her carefully, reading the signs. Her breathing was rapid, but her posture was shifting, she was relaxing onto the desk, thighs parting just enough to be an invitation. She fucking liked this.
“Tell me what you deserve, Topaz.”
Just a slight hesitation. “A spanking, Mr Morgan. I deserve a spanking.”
“Slap her,” Faye hissed. “She fucking likes it. Slap her and fuck her, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped. “I’m done with you telling me what I fucking want.”
When I slapped Faye I wasn’t aiming for her ass, my palm landed right between her thighs, punishing her dirty fucking slit. She howled and shifted her weight from foot to foot.
I spanked Topaz until she was jumping with every slap, until her ass cheeks were rosy red and her breath was coming out in ragged little gasps. I spanked her until her cheek was pressed to the desk, and she was staring at Faye with a hazy smile on her face. I spanked her until I knew I’d sealed her fate forever, until I knew she’d been spanked and fucking enjoyed it, until Faye reached out for her hand with a knowing smile and they held each other in a sweet little show of solidarity as they took their medicine.
And then I slipped my fingers between Topaz’s thighs, just enough to tease at her tender clit while she caught her breath.
“I hope you’ve learned your fucking lesson,” I said.
She nodded. “Yes, Mr Morgan.”
“You’d best not be fucking late in the morning, understand?”
“Yes, Mr Morgan.”
I pulled my fingers from her pussy and breathed in her scent for the memories. “Call a taxi from the bar.”
“Yes, Mr Morgan.”