Catherine III
written by:
mcerotic

Since I left high school I have had quite an adventure. I decided not to go to college, at least immediately, and to get a job for a bit while I decided what I wanted to do with my life. I thought it might be difficult to find a job but in fact I was offered one at the first place I interviewed. It turned out to be an experience rather different from what I expected. My boss, Catherine, didn't just teach me all the office stuff, she also taught me what to wear and bought me clothes I could never afford. Then, one evening, when we were away on a business trip together she took me. I came out of the shower all innocent and by morning she could get me to do anything she wanted sexually. She really knew just what my body desired even if I didn't myself. After a few weeks I'd do anything for her. Not that I felt like her slave, I was totally smitten. I was her girlfriend.

But she had a rule. Now that I was her girlfriend I wasn't allowed to have other lovers. Not that I had anyone in mind but I did miss the masculinity of being fucked by a guy. Not just his cock—Catherine had a big plastic cock and really knew how to use it to get my body shaking—but the different feel of a male body. I needn't have worried. Catherine knew I'd be like that and she hired an intern. To be honest, I think she hired him just to fuck me. But I was only allowed to fuck him when she was there. I don't know if it was just that she liked to watch me being fucked or if it was to make sure that we didn't develop too much emotional attachment. Sometimes she would join in and touch us but usually she would just watch as we fucked, usually with her skirt up or her pants down, and her hand in her panties.

I didn't tell my friends, never mind my parents, about what was going on. Firstly, I didn't want to break the spell and secondly nobody would believe me. My boss, an older woman, seduced me and I'm OK with it. She hired a random guy to fuck me and I'm OK with it. Sometimes, when she is on edge, she makes me get her off with my tongue in the office and I'm OK. Of course if you'd asked me the day I walked into the office I'd have said I'd never do those things. Shows how well I know myself. Well, I'm still just a teenager so I know I'm still clay to be shaped but even I am surprised at what I have done when I think back.

Catherine had closed a big deal of some sort. The guy from the other company was coming to sign the contract in her office. Quarter of an hour later she summoned me into her office.

"This is Pieter," she said.

He was a tall, very tall. Dutchman. Blonde hair. Thin without being a beanpole.

"Isn't she perfect?" she said, turning to him.

I felt my pussy quivering. She had something in mind even if I didn't know what. I expected her to ask me to strip, maybe bend me over her desk and let him take me while she watched. I was ready to do it, of course. I would never dare to disobey Catherine.

"Why don't you take her to dinner," she continued. "She'd like that."

She turned to me. "Have you ever been on a going-out-to-dinner date?"

"Only with you on business trips. Unless you count pizza."

"I certainly do not count pizza. I made you both a reservation at the Mandolin."

The Mandolin was one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Totally out of my league. The one boyfriend I'd had was a high-school student so that wasn't the sort of place he was going to take me either.

"Very convenient," Pieter said. "That is where I'm staying."

The Mandolin was on the ground floor of the best hotel in town.

"I know," she said. "Seven-o-clock. That's just over an hour away."

I felt a pang of disappointment that I wasn't going to be ordered to get naked for him. But she had set me up for dinner with Pieter. In a great restaurant. In the same building as his hotel. As his room. As his bed. I was pretty sure what I had to do.

"Can I take her now?" Pieter asked. I thought for a moment he meant between-my-legs take me, but he just meant whether Catherine needed me for the rest of the afternoon.

"Sure," she replied. "Buy her a couple of drinks before dinner."

She picked something up off her desk. It was her credit-card. She passed it to me. "Make sure he doesn't pay for dinner though. And you'd better call your parents."

I knew Catherine, and I knew from the way she said it just what she meant. She didn't mean to tell my parents I would not be home for dinner. She meant to tell them I had to go away overnight on a business trip. She was giving me to her client. If he wanted it, I should fuck him. In fact, if he didn't want it then it was my job to make him want it. And then fuck him. Then stay the night. And fuck him again before breakfast. Instead of feeling insulted, or like she was my pimp, I felt thrilled. My pussy was even more thrilled and was already enthusiastic and wet.

Half-an-hour later I was sitting in the bar at the Mandolin with Pieter.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked.

"A coke, I guess," I said.

"You aren't twenty-one?"

"No."

"Then I've got a better idea. Let's go up to my room and you can have a drink there. A real drink."

My pussy fluttered. Go to his room. His bed. Get a little drunk. My panties were probably coming off even before dinner. The two of us went to the elevator and went into his room. A typical up-market hotel room. Big king bed. A desk where his computer was open but its screen blank. A huge flat-screen TV.

I expected Pieter to get one of those tiny bottles of scotch or vodka out of the minibar but he picked up the phone instead and dialed.

"Room service?"

"What champagne do you have?"

"Dom Perignon sounds perfect. And a bottle of Absolut. And lots of tonic."

He put the phone down. Apparently we were going to drink champagne. I don't think I'd ever drunk real champagne before. Like from France. And I thought Absolut was vodka but I wasn't sure. I'd not had that either, as far as I knew. When Catherine regularly made me a vodka and tonic out of the minibar when we were on business trips, I never bothered to see what brand. It was just a nice relaxing aperitif before what came next. And I don't mean dinner.

A few minutes later there was knock on the door. A man in a white jacket came in with a trolley. There was an ice-bucket containing the champagne. Another bucket of ice. A bottle of vodka with condensation dripping off it. Lots of glasses since the hotel had no idea how many people Pieter was serving. Pieter tipped him with a $20 bill and he left.

Pieter picked up the champagne bottle out of the ice.

"Do you know how to open champagne?"

"No."

"Let me show you. First you remove the capsule, this foil that covers the cork. Often there is a little tab you can pull that makes it easier. See, the cork is held in by a wire cage. Put your thumb over the cork like this just in case the cork wants to come out early, which it shouldn't. Undo the wire here and then remove the cage. Now hold the cork with one hand and hold the base of the bottle with the other, like this. Now turn the bottle. The bottle not the cork. It should slowly come out. Not with a pop, with a little hiss. Like a nun's fart someone once told me."

Pieter turned the bottle and the cork came out almost silently. He poured some of the champagne into each of two glasses, waited for the foam to subside, and then topped up each glass. He passed one to me.

"Cheers," he said and we clinked glasses.

We made small-talk as we drank our first glass of champagne. There was definitely a tension in the air. A middle-aged man alone in a hotel room with a teenager and a bottle of champagne was likely to lead to something. He was born in the Netherlands and came to the US when he was about my age, to go to university. His plan was to go back after graduation but like so many people he stayed.

He poured us both a second glass of champagne. I could already feel the first going to my head.

"How is Catherine as a boss?" he said.

"How do you mean?" I genuinely wasn't sure quite what he might have meant.

"I've heard rumors about her and her assistants."

"What sort of rumors?"

"Oh come on. You are her assistant. Even if they are just rumors you must have heard them."

I had no idea what to say, how much to reveal, how much he knew.

"Are you her girlfriend?" he continued.

"I'm straight," I said, a little evasively.

"I know," he said. "But I think the rumors are probably true."

I blushed. I didn't know precisely what he had heard but probably it was accurate.

"You are so cute when you blush," he said. "I won't ask any more. Your face answered for you."

"It's all true," I suddenly blurted out. I don't know why, maybe I was already a little drunk.

Pieter got up, put some ice into a tumbler, poured a huge amount of vodka into it and topped it up with tonic water. He passed it to me.

"Tell me," he said.

I took a gulp of the vodka. The drink was so strong it burned my throat.

"I only know about me, of course," I said. "But I know I'm not the first."

"Did she make you strip when she interviewed you?"

"No, she just asked me if I was a virgin."

"And were you?"

I blushed again. "No. I'd had a boyfriend."

"When did she first get you naked?"

"She took me away on a business trip. We shared a room. With only one bed."

"Was it fun?"

"To be honest, my mind was all confused. I'd only had boys before. But my body loved it."

"I bet your body looks great naked."

I had no idea how to reply to that. But the vodka had an idea of its own and I stood up. I watched him watching me as I pulled my top off over my head. Then I reached behind and undid the zipper on my pants and slipped them off. I stood there in just bra and panties. I turned away from him and I could feel his eyes on my back as I undid my bra-strap and took it off. Finally I slipped my panties down. I could feel him staring, inspecting my ass, trying to get a little peek at what I had between my thighs. Slowly I turned around. His eyes went from my breasts to my shaved pussy and back.

"Very nice," he said. "You are lovely."

I moved up onto the bed and undid his belt, opened up his pants and took out his rock-hard cock. I wrapped my mouth over it as Catherine had taught me to do with Tim's cock. He groaned when I caressed his knob with my tongue.

"Oh babe you do that well," he sighed as I started to move him in and out of my mouth.

I slid my hand inside his underwear so that I could stroke his balls as my mouth fucked his cock. As I felt his arousal building I took him deeper into my mouth. Into the back of my throat.

"Oh babe, make me cum," he moaned.

I let my hand slip deeper between his legs until my finger felt the rough pucker of his asshole. I knew he was close. I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, fucking him harder and faster, at the same time I forced my fingertip into his ass.

"Oh gosh, yes, babe, go on, suck me dry."

His cock twitched and I felt the first warm jet of cum shoot into my mouth. His cock was twitching and his asshole was clenching as he pumped my mouth full of his delicious cum. Finally, when his cock was still, I sat up. I opened my mouth so he could see the amuse bouche he had given me and then I swallowed it.

"Time for dinner," I said.

Dinner was amazing. I'd no idea what half the stuff on the menu was. I'd never eaten in that kind of place before. I ordered a steak and Pieter told me that was boring and ordered a fish dish instead. I knew from Catherine that my pussy loves it when someone takes charge and it was just the same with him. I couldn't wait to finish dinner and get back upstairs. My pussy wanted his cock like I'd never desired before.

Back in the room he poured me another glass of champagne. He'd drunk wine with dinner but I couldn't. I was too young. I felt the alcohol almost with the first sip. My pussy was desperate to be filled. Not just because he was a man but he seemed to be so in control. In control of me.

Without even discussing it I undressed. Down to my panties. Although since I was wearing a tiny thong, not much was hidden. Just the lips. I could feel his desire, his longing for me to slip off my panties. To see my slit. My mound. To lay me back and spread my legs.

I lay on the bed. He reached down, ripped my thong and tore it off me. He forced my legs apart, not that I was resisting. A moment later I felt the wonderful feeling of his tongue everywhere, in my pussy, on my clit, even in my ass. I was moaning uncontrollably, my body was shaking. I don't think I'd ever been so aroused. His tongue squirmed around in all those folds down there. I knew I would cum for him almost immediately, I was just a bundle of excitement. My pussy was flooded with arousal and his tongue was lapping it all up.

"Oh my god," I heard myself moan. "I'm going to cum."

My body froze for a split second and then I was shaking again as my orgasm exploded. His tongue swirled around inside my pussy as it pulsed with pleasure. It seemed to go on forever.

"Oh god, don't stop," I moaned as my body throbbed and my toes curled and my scalp tingled. I don't remember what happened next but when I recovered from my climax I realized he was inside me already. His cock was sliding back and forth inside my wet cunt, and wonderful feelings radiated out from between my legs throughout my whole body. I was moaning again, I just couldn't keep quiet if I'd tried.

He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my front. I got my knees underneath me so my pussy was on offer to him between my thighs. I felt like a mare presenting to a stallion. His cock slipped back into my body easily, he felt so big and long and deep inside. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me hard. Vigorously. Almost violently. My clit was dying for a touch. I put my hand between my legs and started to masturbate.

"Oh babe you are so tight," he said as his wonderful cock pumped my body full of arousal.

I squeezed my pussy around his cock, tightening myself even more.

"Oh fuck babe, you are going to make me cum."

He pulled out of me. I rolled onto my back just in time to see his cock detonate and a thick string of white cum shot up between my little breasts. His cock jerked again and again as my body was latticed with his sperm. I rubbed my fingertips in it and then stroked my nipples using it as a sort of lubricant. They were hard as little pebbles and incredibly sensitive. It was if there was a direct connection between my nipples and my clit. As I rubbed them I could feel my pussy rippling with delight. I'd read somewhere that some women can cum from playing with their nipples. That evening was the only time I'd felt I could even get close. I pinched my nipples hard. He slipped his cock back inside me. Somehow it felt even bigger than before. He let his arms relax and laid his body on top of mine. We lay there like that, our bodies almost glued together with his cum, his cock softening inside my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me. He kissed me, twirling his tongue against my own. I could feel my pussy getting interested again already.

"Oh babe," he said. "You have a fabulous body."

I felt so proud. I know I don't have a supermodel sort of body, no boobs for a start, so I don't get told I'm attractive very often. It makes me glow all over with a special sort of warmth on the rare occasions that it happens.

Pieter finally peeled himself off me. I went into the bathroom and had a quick shower. When I came out again, he had made me a new drink, lots of ice, vodka and tonic. The perfect after-sex drink. My brain was softly buzzing from the earlier alcohol, my pussy was softly buzzing from the earlier sex. It felt perfect. I'd already told my parents I was going away on an overnight business trip with Catherine so I could stay until morning.

I had never woken up in bed with a man before. I had spent nights with Catherine but the only cock I'd had recently was Tim's in her office. I knew it would be special to wake up with a man beside me for the first time in my life. Plus I knew that however late it was when I finally got to the office that Catherine would not tell me off. She would want me to make sure Pieter was as happy as I could make him. And my pussy was in the mood to make him very happy indeed.

He still seemed to be asleep when I awoke. I put my hand on his cock. Despite being asleep he was rock hard. I slid my body over him and moved so that his cockhead was nestled in the entrance to my cunt. I slowly pushed back. I was surprisingly wet and he slipped in easily. He opened his eyes.

"Oh babe you know how a man likes to be woken up."

I sat up on his cock and started to rock my hips.

"Touch yourself," he said. "I like to watch a girl pleasure herself."

I reached down and started to stroke my clit as I fucked him. It felt wonderful, his lovely cock inside my body and my finger caressing the most sensitive little spot on my body. His eyes watching me as I put on a show for him. After a few minutes I was getting close to orgasm. I stroked my clit a little less intensely letting him catch up. When I felt that he was getting close to cumming too, I rubbed my clit hard.

"Nnggh," I grunted as my orgasm hit. I felt my cunt spasming around his cock.

"Oh babe, you made me cum too."

I rocked my hips and pumped his cock empty inside me while I continued to coax the last little ripples of pleasure from my clit.

"Did you fuck him?" Catherine asked me when I finally got to the office.

"Yes," I said. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

"Of course. Was it fun?"

"The best I've ever had. It was incredible. I've never felt so grown-up. It's the first time I've woken up in bed with a man."

"Sounds like he is a good lover."

I laughed. "You should have him yourself next time."

"Maybe," she said. "Or perhaps we should both have him together. That would be fun."

The next time was a couple of weeks later. Not with Pieter but with Sam. Catherine told me the room number in the hotel. Going up in the elevator I was terrified, almost shaking with fear. Or maybe with arousal, they all mix together sometimes. I'd never done anything quite so blatantly sexual as going to a hotel room to fuck someone I'd never even met before. I knocked lightly on the door, as if perhaps I could escape if nobody heard it.

"Hi," Sam said. I stood there unable to say a word. Catherine had provided a surprise for me. Sam was a woman. Maybe fifty. Attractive and dressed in what looked like they must be very expensive clothes. Elegant. She looked at me with uncontrolled lust.

"I'm Samantha," she said, looking me up and down. "You must be Fiona. Catherine said you were cute and you are."

She bent forward and kissed me. I was completely taken by surprise, still standing in public in the hotel corridor outside her room. She drove her tongue into my mouth and put a hand on one of my breasts. I couldn't stop myself letting out a little moan. She pulled me into her room and locked the door. Her fingers were on the buttons to my blouse, then my bra strap, my belt buckle, my zipper. In a few seconds she stripped me down to my panties and a moment later they were around my ankles and her fingers were between my legs exploring. I was purring with delight as her finger found my opening and penetrated my body.

"I bet you taste nice," she said quietly as she pushed me onto the bed. I spread my legs for her without being asked and then there was the wonderful feeling as the tip of her tongue found my clit. My pussy was soaked with passion as she pressed her finger back inside me. I was moaning and quivering with excitement. Somehow she had a finger in my asshole as well as one in my pussy, and her tongue knew just how to work its magic on my clit.

Suddenly she went away. I opened my eyes and watched as she slowly undressed herself. She had a tight body although I could tell immediately that she had had children. She must have been stunning naked when she was my age, I thought. She had large breasts, much larger than mine of course, larger even that Catherine's. Her pussy was a deep furrow at the base of her belly, shaved but with a patch of hair left for decoration. I could see the pink of her inner lips nestled between the smooth hairless swellings of her outer lips.

She moved onto the bed. I thought she would start to lick me again but she moved further up the bed, pushed me down on my back, straddled me and pressed her pussy against my mouth. My tongue pushed forward and slipped inside her. She tasted sweet, like a fine wine that was perfectly aged. She sighed with pleasure as I started to lick her, running my tongue up and down between her labia, pressing it inside her entrance, feeling for the tiny hard button of her clit.

"Oh yes," she sighed. "Catherine has trained you well, you little slut."

She started to rock her hips a little, fucking my mouth with her pussy, pushing herself even harder onto me as if to get my tongue deeper inside her cunt. Then she moved her hips further forward.

"Lick my asshole you dirty slut."

I pushed my tongue against her asshole and circled it there. As I felt her body relax a little I pushed the tip into the center.

"Yes, that's right. Get it right in there," she said, pushing her ass hard against my tongue.

I felt her asshole start to open up, felt my tongue start to go inside her. She was squirming around on my tongue clearly loving it. Finally she moved her hips back so her pussy was over my mouth again.

"Now lick my clit and stick a finger in my ass."

I reached up and found the rough skin around her asshole, slick with my saliva. I circled for a few seconds and then pushed hard. She groaned as I felt my finger slip inside the tight ring of muscle.

"Make me cum, slut."

I fingered her asshole as I attacked her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was sighing and moaning encouragement. Suddenly she let out a long wail and I could feel her orgasm in her ass. She pressed her cunt down hard on my mouth, almost painfully, as her climax burned through her body. Her pussy flooded my mouth with juice as I struggled to keep my tongue on her clit until she was completely finished.

She lay down beside me and casually caressed one of my tiny breasts, rubbing the hard nipple, sending little flashes of pleasure across my chest. She looked over my naked body. I felt very self-conscious, her gaze was so intense.

"You are like a boy with a pussy," she said.

"Sorry, I don't have much of a figure. Or much in the way of breasts."

"It's fine. You have lovely big nipples. And an adorable little pussy that I can't wait to lick again. Let me see it."

I pulled my knees up towards my chest and spread my legs as wide as I could hiding nothing. I felt really exposed like that, I don't remember ever deliberately showing someone my pussy like that before. Only myself in front of a mirror. She reached down and spread my outer lips apart with one hand, so she could have a good look at all the little pink folds hidden within. I could feel how wet I was, there was a little dribble running out of my pussy down to my asshole. She moved her hand and rubbed my juice onto the tight pucker.

"Have you been fucked in here?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Not really. It's uncomfortable. But I love the feeling of surrender when I am forced to do it."

"You really are slutty, aren't you? I think I'll force you to take me there with my dildo."

She got up off the bed and went to her suitcase. She came back with an L-shaped toy, like two cocks joined together. She slipped one of the cocks inside herself leaving the other sticking out as if she was a boy. She rubbed the head of the cock against my lips, coating it with the slippery juices that were seeping from my cunt.

"Spread your ass cheeks," she ordered.

I reached down with both hands and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing the tiny tight entrance that Tim had been the only person to make use of.

She moved between my legs. She grasped the fake cock and pressed it against me and pushed forward hard. I squealed at the sudden burst of pain but she didn't relent. She roughly forced the unyielding plastic inside. I felt tears well up in my eyes. At least the plastic cock was quite a bit smaller than Tim had been when he took me there. She started to fuck me hard, gradually forcing more and more of her cock into my ass. I think she enjoyed the fact that I was in pain, she liked to be totally dominant. I could feel tears running down the sides of my face as I lay there, pulling my knees against my chest and spreading my ass open, with a huge dildo reaming my asshole mercilessly. As with Tim, I hated the pain in my ass but I loved the feeling of total submission, letting Samantha do whatever she desired with my body.

Of course the end of the L-shaped dildo that was inside her was turning her on as she fucked me. She clearly was having trouble concentrating, she kept stopping her thrusting before she realized she was the one in control, I couldn't do much more than lie on my back holding my cheeks apart for her pleasure. At least my asshole was finally relaxed enough that the dildo could move more easily and I was no longer in pain. In fact I was starting to really enjoy it. She was fucking me hard, almost pulling the plastic rod out of my ass before slamming it deep into my rectum. I was whimpering, and also letting out a little grunt each time she roughly re-entered me.

Suddenly she pulled the cock out of me completely. Before I even realized what was happening she violently thrust it between my lips into my pussy. I came almost instantly, my pussy throbbing around the cock, my asshole still throbbing from its earlier mistreatment.

"Oh my god," I moaned as she pumped my arousal to new heights. My body was glowing all over, warm and excited and consumed with the ecstasy of my climax.

"Yes, cum for me you little tomboy slut," she said as she roughly thrust her hips back and forth as my body felt like it was on fire. She reached down and pinched my nipples hard. Very hard. I screamed with pain. But somehow the pain in my nipples just made my orgasm even more intense. I reached up and put my hand on her breasts, so large and soft compared to my tiny firm ones. I looked down as my orgasm finally started to die away. It was erotic to see her between my legs, pumping the plastic cock in and out of my throbbing cunt. Finally, when my body was still, she stopped her thrusting and pulled out of me.

"Have you ever been spanked, slut?" she said.

"No, never."

"Sluts need to be spanked regularly. To keep them obedient."

She walked over to her case and pulled out a paddle. It looked a bit like a ping-pong bat except it was longer and narrower. It looked terrifying.

"Actually I prefer a cane. It makes such a pretty pattern on the girl's defenseless ass. But a cane won't fit in my suitcase. So you will get spanked in the morning. Then I will kiss you. I promise you it will be the tenderest kiss that you have ever experienced. Spanking does that, the brightest dawns follow the darkest nights."

I could tell that I was going to have a hard time during dinner and in bed later, trying not to imagine how painful the spanking would be. Thank goodness she didn't have a cane. I'm not sure I'd be able to stand that.

We went for dinner together in the hotel, and then to bed naked. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed gently and softly. The soft pillows of her breasts pressed against my nipples. For a time I managed to forget about the spanking and we fell asleep together. Next thing I knew it was morning and Samantha was shaking me awake.

She got out of bed and took the clothes-iron out of the closet. She put it in the middle of the bed.

"Stand on the floor at the end of the bed and hold the iron with both hands," she ordered.

In that position my body was stretched out, my ass completely exposed.

"Keep your legs straight," she said. "If you bend your knees or let go of the iron then that stroke doesn't count."

Without warning she swung the paddle. It really stung and it was all I could do not to cry out. I had a feeling she was starting gently and it would only get more painful. I gripped the iron tightly, my fists tightly clenched around the handle. After a few more strokes my ass was on fire. I couldn't stop myself crying out, almost screaming. But to my surprise I was having little spasms in my pussy. I could feel my wetness, feel juice seeping between my lips.

Suddenly her finger pushed into my pussy. "I knew you'd be soaked," she said. "You are so slutty."

The next stroke was much harder. The slap of the paddle on my ass echoed around the room and then my ass-cheeks erupted with pain. I felt tears well up. The next stroke was harder still. I let go the iron and put my hands over my ass for protection. It was completely automatic, I just couldn't help myself. She didn't even need to say anything. I meekly moved my hands back to the iron and grasped the handle.

"Sorry," I said. "I broke the rules."

She picked up her iPhone from beside the bed and I heard the sound of her taking a photograph.

"Look how red your ass is," she said, showing me the picture. My cheeks were bright pink, glowing. My pussy was exposed between my thighs, but my legs protected it from actually being touched by the paddle, thank goodness.

She raised the paddle again. I could just see it out of the corner of my eye through my tears. Then it vanished and I heard it, felt the sting, felt my ass burning, my pussy quivering, having little spasms. I was in pain but I was also totally turned-on. The pain was now in the background. I was no longer crying out, tears were running down my face and juices were running down my thighs. I lost count of how many more strokes she gave me. They got harder but now it seemed that the more it hurt the more I was aroused. I wondered if I could cum from being spanked.

"Stand up," she said finally.

I stood. She spun me around and kissed me. As she had promised it was the tenderest kiss I'd ever experienced. I felt like I was going to cum just from kissing. It was as if she was making love to me with her mouth and her tongue. My eyes were closed but I sensed her finger between my legs, rubbing my juice all over my clit, touching me. But barely touching me, her finger was like a feather on my clit. But it was enough. It only took a few seconds and I came. I felt my knees buckling underneath me but she had an arm around me and sort of held me up until I managed to regain my balance. She continued to touch me lightly as my clit erased the pain in my ass by flooding my entire body with pleasure. Finally she slipped her finger inside me and persuaded my cunt to do its share. She fucked me with her finger as my pussy spasmed around it. I was moaning and crying. I was definitely not quiet. Being spanked and then kissed had been quite an experience.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You may be a slut. But you are a really pretty slut. I want to have you again next time I'm in town."

Later that morning I was in Catherine's office. It was a lot better being there than at my desk, it was so painful to sit down.

"She told me she spanked you," she said.

"Yes."

"It's an experience, isn't it?"

"It is. I thought it would be just painful, I'd no idea how excited I would get."

"Let me see."

"What?"

"Your ass. I bet it's red."

I pulled up my skirt, pushed my panties down to my knees and turned so she had a good view. I bent over. She got up from her desk and came over for a closer inspection. She licked my ass as if her saliva was some sort of pain-killer. It felt so delicate and affectionate. I could still feel the heat from my early morning spanking.

"You have such a sweet pussy," she said and then I felt her sink her tongue into it. This was a day that I would remember for the rest of my life. Who knew what future treats my job had in store in the future?