I’d never felt pain like it before, as the cane hit my fingers for a third time making them swell and go bright red. Tears were now streaming dow... my face as Mr. Skinner returned the cane to a box containing another dozen or so bamboo and willow rods in the corner, then sat behind his large desk.“Hopefully, Miss Simpson, you’ll have learnt your lesson and will now behave like the rest of the young ladies in this establishment or…if you continue to misbehave like a boy… I will have to punish. Then, I told her that her next task was to masturbate for at least 30 minutes the next morning before going to work, but still no cumming. Also, I asked if she owned a dildo or vibrator, and if so, to describe it.Her reply Monday night was short and a bit desperate: "when do I get to cum? Please!?" I laughed at that. She also explained that her only dildo had disappeared a while back ("must've misplaced it during the long "dry spell" after my husband left," she said; using the word "left" not. Is your hymen in tact? Yeah, I say, nervous but still going strong. Will it hurt? He didnt reply to my question at all. He just placed his head on top of mine so I could have a place to rest my head on and somewhere to bite (I would do that.) Thats when I felt it. As soon as I finished that thought, I felt a hard, painful sting down in between my legs as he broke through my hymen. Shit, Lauren, I bury my face in his chest, closing my legs tight around his waist. My pussy kept clamping down on. As he groused and grumbled about women fucking up the family business, I came around his desk and knelt in front of him. I suppose he must have been accustomed to a certain amount of grovelling from his other employees, because he didn't act as if he thought that was strange... at least not until I reached up and started unzipping his fly."What the hell are you doing now, Sarah?" he roared."The girls in the office have told me that there's only one way to get a promotion in this firm," I said..