His command was a low growl. "Bend over the desk. Now." My pussy throbbed, already wet, as I obeyed, presenting my ass in the thin lace panties. The air felt cool on my skin. I heard him step closer, felt his dominant presence looming.

"Such a pretty target," he murmured, his palm smoothing over one cheek before pulling away. The first slap cracked through the room, a sharp, stinging burst of heat that made me gasp. Pain bloomed, immediate and bright, mixing with the deep ache of need between my legs. He spanked me again, and again, each impact jolting my body, making my tits sway. The sound was obscene—skin on skin, my sharp inhales, his grunts of approval. With every slap, my cunt grew slicker, the dual sensations of punishment and arousal twisting into one desperate need.

"Look at you," he said, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He yanked them down to my knees in one rough move, leaving my pussy bare and exposed. "Soaked for me already." He traced my slit with a thick finger, collecting my wetness, and I whimpered. The contrast of the hot, throbbing sting on my ass and the teasing touch on my folds was overwhelming.

Then he dropped to his knees behind me. I felt his warm breath on my sensitive lips a second before his tongue swiped a long, flat stripe from my hole to my clit. I cried out, my hands gripping the desk edge. He ate my pussy like a man starved, his tongue diving deep, then