They hurt badly…and I knew I had found something I desperately needed. Or rather, someone.“So, you beg Me to be your Mistress, do you?” Her low,...husky voice mocked. “Why should I take you over all the others, slut?”I trembled, and said the first thing that came to mind. “I…I don’t deserve to be your slave, I know that, but I so desperately need it that I will do anything, anything at all to please you!”She grimaced. “So what? They all say that.” She continued in a whiney, mocking voice, ‘Oh,. ‘Ask him,’ Callia challenged, rubbing her abdomen. ‘What’s wrong?’ Greg asked nervously. ‘Other than you and your psycho ass brother kidnapped me, I’m peachy keen!’ Callia said sarcastically. ‘You are such a bitch,’ Greg grumbled, but he watched Callia out of the corner of his eye, suddenly concerned about her medical condition. ‘Callie, when are you due?’ he wanted to know. ‘I’m five and a half, almost six months pregnant, so unless I endure too much trauma, I won’t be going into labor any. She changed her look from mad to flirty pretty quick. “plus the rumour is you fucked Bill to get your job so I figure you are into employee hook ups.”She pushed me away and looked at me seriously. “first of all I did not fuck Bill to get this job..... I told him if he gave me the job I would think about fucking him. Business before pleasure. He could have did me then not given me the job”“I see”“he just smiled gave me the job and told me that it was not just him I had to sleep with. Then. " "Yes, sir." "Say it." "I've been a bad girl, sir." "You understand that you need to be punished, yes?" "Yes, sir." "Then remove your undergarments and get on your hands and knees," She did as ordered, leaving herself spread and vulnerable before him. If he'd had any second thought about what he planned, they were dashed by the wetness he noticed between her thighs. With a growl he pushed the chair back and knelt behind her, beginning to smack her ass quickly, leaving red prints where his palm.