“OH, WHY THANK YOU, YOUR HIGHNESS, HOW GRACIOUS OF YOU,” I boomed in the most sarcastic tone I could muster.The first slap came down hard on her a...s and it was like heaven. She’s athletic so it hurt my hand when it landed, but the pain was worth it. I started to rub her buns between slaps mostly because it was more of a fun spanking than a discipline spanking and because I was trying to discern if she was wearing panties underneath those bulky sweatpants.I continued to spank her, and as I did,. Without a pause he plunged his erection into her saturated cunt, penetrating her completely till his balls were pushed up against her arse . One of my hands dropped to her cunt and I pinched her clitoris as his cock slipped in and out just below. My hand strayed slightly and I could feel his penis slip between my fingers as it plunged in and out of her wet lips. I moved between massaging her clitoris and gently squeezing his hard cock feeling the swollen veins on it ripple in and out of. ' As much as she protested, in ten minutes her hands were tied off too. Stretched tightly above her head and down. It really pushed her breasts up high. She wasn't so large, maybe a thirty-four C, but she was sorely stretched. I walked all around her desk surveying my catch. I patted her head and gave her mouth a gentle kiss. Her lips were fixed and unresponsive.Page 5. 'Come on. Is that the best you can do? Give me a little kiss back. A nice one.' I kissed her again. It certainly succeeded in doing just that, for I could see that Braxton-Clark was livid with anger. However he kept his composure, and replied, in a sneering tone, that his name was Jarvis, and that St. John must be as drunk as a fiddler's bitch not to able to recall the name. All of Braxton-Clark's cronies laughed at that and poor Charlie jumped up from his chair in a rage and shouted 'How dare you accuse me of being drunk, take it back this instant!' Braxton-Clark then asked Charlie if he was.