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She reached out to give his ass a short, sharp smack. She’d been pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to resist that one. Freddy gasped at the initial contact before moaning, his back muscles rippling, his ass lifting in response.

“And who are open to new challenges.” She pressed the tip of the plug against his anus and began to push in, hard enough to make him groan. Smiling at the sound, she pulled the plug part way out before pushing in again, giving him time to adjust—but not much. “Do you think you are that man, Alfred?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” The words came out on a gasp as he pushed back, taking more of the plug inside him, the little lines around his hole flattening out as it was stretched wide around the slick toy. Camille pushed it all the way in, enjoying the way he shuddered as the toy nestled inside him, his body closing around the stem between the bulb and the base.

That done, she reached around him to pick up the paddle.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Alfred,” she crooned, running her free hand down the center of his back to his buttocks. “Of course, we need to punish you for not meeting our standards this last quarter.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied eagerly, dropping his head down and pushing his hips back to thrust his ass higher in the air.

The black base of the plug between his cheeks peeked out at her. Smiling, Camille flipped the switch on the vibrator to the lowest setting.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”

Freddy groaned.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Freddy

The low hum of vibrations in Freddy’s ass were a complete tease. Groaning, he clenched around the plug, his body eager for more sensation. It felt good but not nearly good enough.

Mistress Camille brought the paddle down on his ass. The hard length of wood was long enough to catch both cheeks. He cried out, gasping at the hot sting, the dull, throbbing thud that went deeper into his flesh, and the way his cock pulsed in response. Pain enhanced pleasure, and he was feeling both.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” he said, maintaining the role he’d been assigned. “I promise this next quarter will be better.”

“Oh, I know it will, Alfred. If not, your ass will pay the price again.”

The paddle smacked against him again, and Freddy dropped his head, his fingers curling against the desk as heat and need and pain washed over him in equal measure. One of the things he liked best about the paddle was the sensation seemed to go deeper than some of the lighter implements, giving him more of what he craved all at once.

It was a good thing this was just roleplay. Otherwise, ‘Alfred’ would be very tempted to turn in another quarter’s lackluster performance if this was the kind of punishment he had to look forward to. On the other hand, he’d never want to disappoint his Mistress. That would be far worse than any physical punishment she could dole out.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He shuddered as the paddle came down again, clenching and wanting to hum along with the vibrations that were teasing him.

Each swat burned hotter, and when the wooden edge caught a bit of the plug, jostling it inside him, his knees buckled. With a whimper, he managed to stand straight again. Mistress Camille’s hand ran over his ass, nearly making him jump since he hadn’t been expecting her to touch him.

“Nice and hot,” she said approvingly. “Now… under the desk with you.”

Although he was a little surprised, she was stopping the punishment so soon—he hadn’t been keeping count, but it couldn’t have been more than ten swats—Freddy obeyed with alacrity. If she wanted him under the desk, he was going under the desk. He was pretty sure he knew why.

The desk had been built with two specific purposes—making it easy for someone to be bound atop it and making it easy for someone to perform oral sex below it.

On his knees, the plug still buzzing gently, his buttocks hot and throbbing from the paddling, Freddy grinned as Mistress Camille pulled off her underwear before pulling up her skirt and sitting down. Her legs spread wide, butt on the edge of the seat, her lower body tilted in such a manner, it was easy for him to slide between her thighs and press his lips to her wet pussy. No need to order him to do anything.

He dove right in, relishing her moan of pleasure as his tongue parted her lower lips. Being under the desk was oddly quiet, but he still heard her sigh of pleasure, though it seemed farther away. With her chair pushed in all the way, the darkness under the desk made him feel like he was in a cocoon.

A sex cocoon.

Which was why the knock at the door made him jump.

Mistress Camille’s fingers slid into his hair, gripping him tightly, and keeping his face firmly in place between her thighs.

“Come in.”

What the…

It was part of the roleplay, he realized a moment later. He’d bet just about anything that this was what she’d prepared with Tracey.