The Secretary's Mistake,Pt. 2

She did as she was told. Bent over his desk as she was directed, and laid there, head down, awaiting her next instructions as he opened his desk drawer, searching for something.

She soon felt him him bent down at her feet, the warmth of his lips on her leg kissing her ankle, before driving her legs apart. She felt her heart skip a beat as he quickly wrapped restraints around each ankle and secured her spread legs to the desk.

He walked around to the front of the desk, handcuffs dangling in his hands.

She lifted her head now, "Sir, please, no. I'll work late all next week, I'll work late for the next month. Please, Sir, dont do this."

"You made your choice earlier, Mrs. Sparks. There is no going back now. We must finish your instruction. It really is for the best, you'll see."

With a sigh, and deep resignation, she offered her wrists to him, which he cuffed in front of her.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. From this vantage point he could best observe her helpless form.....legs spread and secured to each desk leg, hands manacled in front of her, satiny white ass staring at him.

" What is this, Mrs. Sparks. Are your panties wet?" he asked as he observed the wet stain between her legs, spreading down to each thigh.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, ashamed of her excitement.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy again, then felt a cold, steel object lightly being run over her panties. When her mind registered that this object was also sharp as he applied pressure to it, she realized with a start what it was....scissors.She felt the scissors run down the inside of her thigh, ever so lightly brushing along her pussy lips.

"Sir, please, please, put those away. I'm frightened, Sir. Please put them away," she begged, tears beginnig to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Dont worry, my angel. I wont hurt you...much," he whispered, as he ran the scissors down the outside of her thigh leaving the tiniest trail of blood. With that, he swiftly cut her panties from her body, as she lay panting on the desk.

She felt him walk around to stand in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up to look at them. The panties were rubbed against her face.

"Smell that. What do you smell, Mrs Sparks?"

"Me," she answered softly.

"Yes, you. Aroused, wet, aching for a good fuck, isnt that right, Mrs. Sparks?"

She nodded her head.

His grip tightend on her hair.

"What's that? I cant hear you," he barked.

"Yes, sir. My panties smell wet."

"Why are you wet, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Because I want you, Sir. I want you to take me, I want you to teach me to be a good girl."

With that, he stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth, and let her head fall heavily back to the desk.

She lay there trembling and anxious. Her head started up when she heard a knock on the outside door.

He leaned over, pressed the weight of his body against hers and hissed,

"Not a sound or I'll let whoever that is come in here and fuck you senseless."

He zipped himself up, and left the room, leaving her alone and vulnerable to whatever he might wish to happen next. She felt cold, she felt ashamed, but her pussy betrayed her as it throbbed and twitched in anticipation of his next move.

She heard conversation at the front door, and after some time, he returned...alone.

"I offered him a taste of you," he whispered as he bent down in front of her, "but he said he doesnt fuck whores."

"Now lets see, where were we," he mused as he returned behind her.

"Ah yes, I was about to fuck your pretty pussy," he growled as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her without warning.

"Teach....you....a....lesson," he grunted as he pounded her with all his might. Her body bounced up and down on the desk as he worked her over, her cries muffled by the sex soaked panties still stuffed in her mouth.

He reached around to rub her aching clit.

"Damn, you are such a wet little slut" he declared as he stroked her needy clit.

She felt her body giving way, giving in to the pleasure. Her hands clawed at the desk, she moaned deeply into her wet panties, her pussy gushed as she clamped down around him, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing......

His hands were in her hair again, jerking her head off the desk.

"Did you come, slut? Did I just feel you come on my cock?"

She nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"I didnt tell you to cum. What the hell were you thinking? Such an undisciplined little whore you are."

She felt his cock slide wetly out of her. Heard him fumbling around in the pen caddy again. This time he showed her the object he had removed before he ever touched her with it...a long, silver, letter opener.

"What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Sparks. How will you ever learn to please me?" he questioned as he lightly traced the object along her bare ass.

When she felt it slide between her pussy lips, she began to struggle.He removed it, placed a kiss on her wet pussy and whispered,

"Relax. If you struggle, it will only make it worse."

He traced the object again between her lips as she held perfectly still. She felt it pressing into her clit, wanted to grind her hips against it,but didnt dare. She felt the object slide wetly back between her lips, slip just inside her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure now, the cold steel warmed by her own heat, slick with her own desire. He moved the object in and out of her, twisting it delicately inside her until she felt her legs begin to buckle with desire. She mewed as he removed it from her, leaned into her ear and whispered,

"Next time I'll shove it in deeper, my angel. Count on it."

With that, he plunged his cock back into her. Fucking her fast and hard, for his own pleasure, making a mess of her pretty little ass as he came all over it.

When he had finished, he mercifully undid her restraints and ordered her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she reached for her clothes he chided,

"Uh, uh, uh, those stay here, dear"

She padded self conciously through the office hallway to the restroom. Cleaned herself up as best she could and returned to him.

He was now fully clothed. He threw her clothes at her, barking at her to put her clothes on, he was tired of her being naked in his office.

He watched with lust still smoldering in his eyes as she akwardly dressed in front of him.When she was done, he came over to her.

"Now Mrs. Sparks, I hope you have learned your lesson. Go on home and let's pretend this never happened."

"Yes, Sir," she agreed as she scurried out of his office, guiltly wondering what sort of punishment her next mistake would bring.