further.
“Yes, Belle you do deserve this. You should hope no one walks in, hmm? That would be quite embarrassing, don't you think?” Her skirt was shoved up, her bare ass exposed, and her pale pink garter belt was revealed. Joseph's fingers trickled up the inside of her thigh-highs, barely brushing her pussy lips, and teased back down the opposite side. “You are wet. You really are a sick little fuck doll, my beautiful girl.” His haunting laugh filled her mind with eer ie thoughts, but the words of praise pushed them away. Joseph knew how to manipulate his puppet, and twist her little kink knobs to just the right setting.
“I'm so sorry, my Master. I know I've been very naughty, please punish me. ”She choked out. “Teach your fuck doll a lesson, Please?” Just like her owner, Miss Notoriety pulled at every string she could in order to get Joseph to punish her. She knew each button to push to get his motor running, and she pushed the right one with her last comment.
“Don't worry my dear, I plan to teach you a lesson you will never forget. ” He kissed her damp cheek. “Hold on with both hands to the edge of the desk. Stretch yourself out over the top of the desk. I want to see everything I own.” His voice dropped an octave when commanding her and the black stiletto's moved to shoulder width apart; she arched her back as her ass tipped higher into the air, and it called to him.
“Please spank me, Sir.” Belle's voice was barely a whisper, and her fingers turned white as snow from her grip.
Words ceased between them, and body language began to speak volumes. Each thrash of the belt left welted skin in its wake. Over and over the leather found that formerly creamy white skin, and turned it a lovely angry shade of red. Faint and well defined lines left behind, and criss-crossed over one another.
Tears pooled on the smooth surface of the desk top, but she had yet to utter a word. Sobbing was her way of apologizing, and her soft whimpered cries spoke to his inner sadist, and pleased Joseph beyond belief. Ten more vicious strikes left inflamed marks in their path, and the silence was deafening.
“Please forgive me, my Master.” The words scarcely out before she was consumed with violent sobs, and his hand gently caressed across the material that clung to her back, dampened from her sweat.
“Oh my dear, you are forgiven. You are quite forgiven.” His words lapped at her senses, and his tongue licked away her tears as his arms wrapped her, enveloping her in safety. Joseph guided her to rest in his lap, and cooed at her gently. “It's OK my baby girl. You have pleased me greatly.” Just hearing those words brought more tears, but they also soothed her in a way like nothing else could.
“Thank you, Sir. I'm really sorry I failed this morning. And no one's more important to me in this world than you.” His lips brushed across her damp forehead.
“I know my sweet baby, I know.”
Ch. 6
BELLE SHARES HER FEELINGS
You said the papers were to be on your desk first thing
Except the phone gave a ring a ding-ding
My sister wanted to gossip about her ex-husband's wife
I listened to her drone on about her horrible life
I didn't hear you come in the back door
My hair was yanked, and my knees found the floor
My body was hot with need for you to forgive
You playfully said you'd decided to let me live
You teach me a lesson I'll always remember
My ass is as red as the hottest ember
Your words whisper across the shell of my ear
“You are now forgiven, my dear.”
Ch. 7
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY MAKES A DEPOSIT WITH BARNEY THE BANKER
Miss Belle Notoriety had been one busy secretary over the past few months. Joe Switzer, the attorney she worked for just finished the case of his life and was off celebrating in style. She normally would have been right by his side, but tonight she had a prior engagement.
Barney Thompson was on the menu for
“Yes, Belle you do deserve this. You should hope no one walks in, hmm? That would be quite embarrassing, don't you think?” Her skirt was shoved up, her bare ass exposed, and her pale pink garter belt was revealed. Joseph's fingers trickled up the inside of her thigh-highs, barely brushing her pussy lips, and teased back down the opposite side. “You are wet. You really are a sick little fuck doll, my beautiful girl.” His haunting laugh filled her mind with eer ie thoughts, but the words of praise pushed them away. Joseph knew how to manipulate his puppet, and twist her little kink knobs to just the right setting.
“I'm so sorry, my Master. I know I've been very naughty, please punish me. ”She choked out. “Teach your fuck doll a lesson, Please?” Just like her owner, Miss Notoriety pulled at every string she could in order to get Joseph to punish her. She knew each button to push to get his motor running, and she pushed the right one with her last comment.
“Don't worry my dear, I plan to teach you a lesson you will never forget. ” He kissed her damp cheek. “Hold on with both hands to the edge of the desk. Stretch yourself out over the top of the desk. I want to see everything I own.” His voice dropped an octave when commanding her and the black stiletto's moved to shoulder width apart; she arched her back as her ass tipped higher into the air, and it called to him.
“Please spank me, Sir.” Belle's voice was barely a whisper, and her fingers turned white as snow from her grip.
Words ceased between them, and body language began to speak volumes. Each thrash of the belt left welted skin in its wake. Over and over the leather found that formerly creamy white skin, and turned it a lovely angry shade of red. Faint and well defined lines left behind, and criss-crossed over one another.
Tears pooled on the smooth surface of the desk top, but she had yet to utter a word. Sobbing was her way of apologizing, and her soft whimpered cries spoke to his inner sadist, and pleased Joseph beyond belief. Ten more vicious strikes left inflamed marks in their path, and the silence was deafening.
“Please forgive me, my Master.” The words scarcely out before she was consumed with violent sobs, and his hand gently caressed across the material that clung to her back, dampened from her sweat.
“Oh my dear, you are forgiven. You are quite forgiven.” His words lapped at her senses, and his tongue licked away her tears as his arms wrapped her, enveloping her in safety. Joseph guided her to rest in his lap, and cooed at her gently. “It's OK my baby girl. You have pleased me greatly.” Just hearing those words brought more tears, but they also soothed her in a way like nothing else could.
“Thank you, Sir. I'm really sorry I failed this morning. And no one's more important to me in this world than you.” His lips brushed across her damp forehead.
“I know my sweet baby, I know.”
Ch. 6
BELLE SHARES HER FEELINGS
You said the papers were to be on your desk first thing
Except the phone gave a ring a ding-ding
My sister wanted to gossip about her ex-husband's wife
I listened to her drone on about her horrible life
I didn't hear you come in the back door
My hair was yanked, and my knees found the floor
My body was hot with need for you to forgive
You playfully said you'd decided to let me live
You teach me a lesson I'll always remember
My ass is as red as the hottest ember
Your words whisper across the shell of my ear
“You are now forgiven, my dear.”
Ch. 7
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY MAKES A DEPOSIT WITH BARNEY THE BANKER
Miss Belle Notoriety had been one busy secretary over the past few months. Joe Switzer, the attorney she worked for just finished the case of his life and was off celebrating in style. She normally would have been right by his side, but tonight she had a prior engagement.
Barney Thompson was on the menu for
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