Rudi’s prompt…

My poor little body was all hungry that day. I knew it from the moment I woke up, I could feel myself with that hot itch between my legs. It makes me so sad when I get like that, and the mirror agreed with me; all big eyes and pouty lips. I let the hot water of the shower wash over me, but it was only teasing me more; Hot droplets running over my breasts, my thighs… I towelled off and got dressed, all lonely and sad.

I got to work on time, which was good, because I have a strict boss. He can be really mean sometimes, especially if he thinks I’m not paying attention to him. He came in at about ten am and stood at my desk while he checked the post. I was typing away as he did so, my hands moving over the keyboard. I was sitting there, all sad and lonely, aware of him. He’s not very tall, but he has lovely eyes, and I love the way he smells. He was looking as I typed, and I became aware of his attention on me.

Of his eyes on me.

I looked up, my hands still typing, and I saw he was staring at my breasts. I had worn a white blouse, with a button undone because it was so hot, and he was staring at me. I didn’t say anything, I just kept typing, but I bit my lip as I took him in. His eyes moved down, further, taking in my waist, my hips…

“Miss Clarke,” he said, “I can smell your want.”

My hands froze.

“Excuse me?”

He’d never spoken to me like this before. I’d come to think of him as a moving thing; he didn’t engage with me in any real way.

“Your want, Miss Clarke. I can smell it.”

I sat there staring at him.

“It is quite distracting, Miss Clarke, that hunger that you have.”

“My .. hunger?”

“Your hunger.” And here his voice became a whisper. “Between your legs.”

I withdrew my hands, swallowed.

“You distract me.”

I said nothing.

“You … entice me.”

I looked at the keyboard. I think I was panting.

“You entice me, Miss Clarke. It is quite distracting.”

I didn’t say anything; what could I say?

“I think, Miss Clarke, that I’m going to have to answer that want first of all. I think that I am going to have to deal with your behaviour. Miss Clarke, stand up.”

I looked at him and slowly, stood up. There was sweat on the back of my knees.

“Good. Now, Miss Clarke, lean over on the desk.”

I was suddenly aware of my nipples growing hard. I stood there for a moment, feeling the shape of them protrude through the sheer fabric of my blouse. I wanted him.

“Miss Clarke, lean over,” he whispered.

Very slowly, aware of every sound, I put my elbows on the desk. My skirt was tight around my hips. He moved until he was behind me, his feet between my feet.

My desk is dark brown. Up close you can see the grain and the varnish.

He smelt so wonderful.

“Miss Clarke, what am I going to do with you…”

I saw his arm reach leisurely forward and pick up the ruler I keep on my desk. I gasped as he gave it a few swings, the air singing as he did.

He wasn’t really going to smack my bottom, was he? He wasn’t really going to spank my bottom?

I jumped the first time the ruler hit me, and I yelped a little.

“Miss Clarke, control yourself,” he whispered. It stung a little, but was only a little sting, it didn’t go far enough. Smack went his ruler again, and I didn’t jump this time. Instead, I just gave a low moan, half a whimper, as I felt the burn move and dissipate on my skin. Oh, he was teasing me with these strokes, half-felt through my fitted skirt and tights. I wanted to feel the real pain, as well as the release. He gave me four or five more slaps with the ruler, but my reaction told him I wasn’t elated by them.

“I see that I need to take it further,” he said, panting slightly.

“Raise your skirt.”

Slowly, I slid the material up, until my cheeks were visible.

“Beautiful, Miss Clarke, just,” he breathed, “beautiful. I may need to have you after this, Miss Clarke.”

I swallowed again. More, please, sir.

I still hadn’t moved from my position over the desk. His hand rested on my cheek, and I could feel the heat through them. His hand reached back and


The sound of his flesh touching mine made me let out a long moan and gasp. Oh god but it felt wonderful. I grunted as he hit me again and again, his arm beginning to swing to and fro as he did. I felt myself grow even more wet with each stroke, and oh, how did I want him to solve my throbbing cunt.

He hit me with a barrage of slaps on my cheeks, the high pitched slaps coming so quickly I lost all count. I could feel myself getting high from the pain, but I wasn’t there yet, I needed him to keep going.

Then,  I heard the sound of his belt buckle opening, and I closed my eyes with joy at the sound. His belt was soon folded over into his hand, and as I lay there I heard him whisper.

“This is because your cunt is so wet, Miss Clarke. I … need to teach you a lesson.”

The belt? No, that was too much, too hard! But before I could, his arm was raised and he was swinging the belt as hard as he could.

Five, six strokes were all it took to reduce me to a crying wreck. Then his legs stood even closer to mine, and I felt his long, hard and very hot cock slide into my throbbing cunt.

His size was amazing, he filled me completely, so much he almost hurt me. Yet strangely, when he did so, he didn’t move at all.

“Say it, Miss Clarke, say it now.”

Please fuck me!” I said, through my tears, and that released him. His delicious cock moved against me like a want answering a need. All I was aware of was his own body trembling as he did so, and I realised he must have wanted me for a long time. All I could do was mutter ‘Oh my god!’ as he fucked me again and again against the desk, his legs and his entire body pounding into me.

“Miss Clarke, Miss Clarke, Miss Clarke!” he yelled, as he fucked me over and over again. ”

“Oh oh oh!!” I gasped, feeling his orgasm rip through him, being brought to orgasm myself by his insane need.

Oh God. Oh god. Oh god!

Dripping, destroyed, I lay there for the longest time with him on top of me. Then, and I’m not sure when, he got up, and carefully rearranged himself.

“Miss Clarke,” he said, his voice coming from somewhere above me, “You are remarkable. I will have you again.” And he went into his office and closed the door.

I made myself pull myself together, somehow. My skirt was down. My tights were up. What did I look like? Swollen lips and mauled breasts.

I went to sat down and


I jumped up again in pain. My poor bottom! The ruler, his hands, (his hands!) and then his belt. Oh, too much, just too much!

I gingerly touched my cheek then snatched my hand back. Too hot to touch! Far too hot to touch. I would be sore, and bruised, for days.

And so, that’s why I’m not wearing those short shorts this week. And I think it was very much worth it.



6 responses to “Rudi’s prompt…

  1. Love it. And as it’s my prompt I think I’m allowed to place myself in your boss’s position, at least figuratively. The belt is my favourite.

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