She would give me a smirking smile – as I went into his office then, another as I tried to walk normally, on the way out. The ‘corrections’ in t...e morning sucked; it meant I’d be sitting on a sore backside all day. It wasn’t too bad in a dress or skirt, the days I got it, when wearing tighter slacks, were worse. The secretary knew what went on. She could hear the sound of the paddle and, probably his palm, even though I tried to not make too much noise. There were times that she looked directly. I loved that massive, woody cock fucking me. The texture was incredible. My pussy drank it in. I swelled toward my climax. I would have such a mighty cum. That big dick plunged to the hilt in me again and again.My boobs bounced, my necklaces clinking. I whimpered, my back arching. I rubbed my rump into the sand as he drilled that massive cock in and out of me. He fucked me with brutal strokes. He growled like a beast.A wild, out-of-control monster that loved my cunt. I squeezed about him,. " Then I paused trying to put my thoughts together. "I think it was also because the fantasy was of being dominated and humiliated a little. I wasn't getting that feeling. I wanted that sense of being owned and punished."She chuckled a little and then didn't say anything more. Fortunately we were at the movie theatre and I didn't have to worry about the conversation going any further.When we got home I jumped in the shower as I often did in the evening. As I stepped out of the bathroom I was. But then, she stopped. Dropping her head, she put the candlestick back down and cursed, spanking his ass again with her paddle in her other hand. I snuck back into the alcove, so she wouldn't see me. I saw her leave shortly afterward through my two-way mirror.Something snapped in me, and I entered his room and walked out on the balcony. He was still leaning over the railing naked, drunk and singing, and I quietly walked up and gave him a push - just like that - easy as that. I think it was.