She found having control over others and spanking them for as long and as hard as she decided, empowering, exciting, intoxicating, and above all sexua...ly arousing. She loved turning smooth bottoms a deep shade of red, whether it was with the open palm of her hand, a slipper, a belt or a hairbrush. She used them all, and knew she used them effectively. No one left her knee without knowing they have been thrashed and left with a red and sore and stinging bottom, maybe also the tops of their legs. When I asked her about it she laughed."Well to be honest, it depended on your answer to the second question, and as your answer was an emphatic yes I suppose its fine to discuss it." Go on then." I prompted."It is work related."I frowned at this and started to interrupt but she raised her hand."Give me chance. Based on my inability to work with my brother and my love of working with you I have decided that I will follow you to wherever you go next. But, and this is the real biggie, I think that. He pinches my clit between his fingers and I moan. Not softly this time, more like a growl. This excites him and he enters me. "Oh, god," I moan. "Fuck me hard! Please!" I beg. He does. He slams so hard that the whole table moves. I beg some more. "Harder!" He is thrusting so hard I feel like I can barely take it. But honestly, I want more. I want him so far inside me I think it may be impossible. I start to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I thrust backwards urging him on. I beg for more. I. Wank it like a prick, MAKE me cum" she said. I gently pinched the swollen mass of tissue and began tugging on it. "Being wanked is the best feeling in the world, isn't it?" I said "Yesss!, YES! it is" she said, "Nothing else matters as much right now, does it?... DOES IT?" I said, "No!....it doesn't....nothing...else... matters". I stopped tugging and rolled back her clit hood with my thumb laying the sensitive glans totally bare, it did look like a prick. Dribbling some saliva onto it I began.