Jace's manhood was already fully hard, but the sight of Samantha's voluptuous curves and the perky nipples at the center of her broad areolas made his shaft burn. As he stood there mesmerized Samantha reached behind him and picked up the champagne bottle off the desk. Jace's eyes widened more as he watched her pour another glass's worth of champagne over both breasts. Sparkling streams flowed over her mounds and splashed over her stomach muscles undoing all of Jace's work.

He coughed and said, "Do you have any idea how expensive that bottle is?"

Samantha looked at the label and then put the bottle back down. She traced her index finger down the valley between her breasts and said, "Better not waste it then."

Jace stepped towards her and grabbed her underneath her arms yanking her towards him as he forced his mouth over a drenched nipple. He sucked it hard and grazed her skin with his teeth. Pushing her back again he licked the crevice where the bottom of her breast met her ribs. His hands slid over her wet skin and squeezed her tits firmly.

Samantha tilted her head back and let Jace have his way with her. His forceful hands and aggressive tongue ploughed over her soft flesh. The feeling of Jace's hands rubbing against her naked skin and his warm mouth expressing his need for her made her glow from within. Her breasts, and the heart that beat beneath, burned with passion.

He pulled back, took a breath and caught her beaming at him. Samantha's stomach was still coated in champagne, but Jace stood up straight and said, "Is my punishment over?"

Samantha looked at him mischievously and said, "The question you should be asking is, do I deserve to be punished?"

Click one of the links below to choose what happens next:

2. You choose for Samantha not to retaliate.

3. Samantha continues to punish Jace.

4. Samantha lets Jace punish her.

 

2. You chose for Samantha not to retaliate.

Samantha could feel the champagne soaking into her shirt from her chest down to her panty line. There was no need to look down to take stock of how bad the damage was. She could not believe what he had just done, and all she could think now was, "What is he going to do next?"

Her eyes stayed locked on Jace waiting to find out the answer to her question. He dropped the empty glass carelessly, making Samantha jump when it banged on the ground. He raised his hands to her shoulders, gripped them firmly and said, "I know why you think I want to be humiliated. Because you're projecting."

Samantha's lower lip trembled as she said quietly, "No."

Jace looked at her like a disappointed father. Then his expression changed to one of confident resolve. Samantha could feel one of his hands pushing her left shoulder and the other one pulling her to the right. He moved her around so that she was standing with her butt up against the desk. Then he spun her around to face it. A strong hand pressed down between her shoulder blades bending her over the surface of the desk. Her moist breasts pressed down on the pad of legal paper Jace used to take notes with when he met with clients.

Behind her Jace said, "I've decided what I'm going to do about the insubordinate way you speak to me."

Staring at the leather recliner on the other side of the desk Samantha squeaked, "What?"

The only answer she heard from Jace was the sound of his belt unbuckling and then slithering off from around his waist like a venomous snake. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth trying to ignore the sound of her heart pounding behind her breast.

Samantha heard the swoosh of his leather belt splitting the air before the crack when it collided against the thin fabric of her pants. A streak of pain seared across her ass that felt like she had been struck by lightning. She winced loudly, and then the next blow connected. Reflexively she slapped an open palm against the desktop causing her hand sting as well.

She could have stopped Jace. It was not as if he were drunk with rage and taking out his anger on her against her will. She did not let him continue because she felt she truly deserved corporal punishment for treating her employer as her equal either. The truth was that no matter how badly the belt marks burned, it was nothing compared to the scorching heat they raised between her legs. Despite Jace's earlier accusation, Samantha had never considered herself a masochist. She still had reservations about applying the label to herself, but for some reason she could not help but be aroused by the way Jace dominated her. She felt oddly safe in the presence of man so powerful, and she viewed the pain he gave her as a gift... as long as he did not cross the line. If that happened she would show him the meaning of the word "pain."

Samantha laid her cheek on the cool table top and accepted her spanking greedily. Her wincing turned into yelping as she revelled in her punishment. Trying to be discreet she slid a hand under her stomach and squeezed it under the elastic waist band of her pants. She worked her fingers down under her panties, which were wet with champagne. She just reached her clit with her middle finger. Lubricated with champagne it slid easily over her nub. Jace's belt struck her ass again, and she could feel the impact in her hand. She moaned as she rubbed herself, but as soon as the noise left her lips she realized her mistake.

The spanking stopped, and silence filled the room. Samantha started to sneak her hand out of her pants, but Jace's hands (one of them still holding the belt) were already on her shoulders. He lifted her torso upright and turned her around to face him. She was caught red handed.

"Did I say you could do that?" he asked.

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, sir?"

"You'll have to be punished."

"Yes, sir."

In one swift movement Jace grabbed Samantha's shirt along the seam with both hands and ripped them apart exposing Samantha's black bra. The cool air washed over her naked chest giving her goose bumps. Jace stood back and slapped his belt across the palm of his free hand. "Take your top off," he said.

Samantha pulled the shirt back and let it fall off of her shoulders. As Jace continued rhythmically patting his hand with the belt Samantha unhooked her bra and took it off. She looked around for a place to put it, but Jace grabbed it from her impatiently and threw it on the ground. "Now lean back," Jace ordered.

She placed the palms of her hands on the desk top by her side and leaned back. Jace placed the fold of his belt against the side of her breast. The leather felt warm on her skin. He reared his hand back slightly and whipped the belt across one of her nipples. The impact bit her like a snake.

Jace pressed the belt against the other nipple warning her where he would strike next. He lifted his wrist again and swatted her hard enough to shake her whole breast. Samantha closed her eyes as Jace traced the belt over her chest occasionally stopping to press the belt into her skin to let her know when and where he would spank her breast. Each strike left her breast burning and made her nipples so hard they ached.

Finally the spanking stopped, and Samantha opened her eyes. She looked down to see her breasts covered in fiery red streaks. The sight of it made her wet between the legs. She looked at Jace hungrily without bothering to conceal her lust behind playful coyness.

Jace slapped the belt across his palm again as he admired Samantha's breasts and her tolerance for domination. "I've made a decision," he said. "Even though you were bad you accepted your punishment. As a reward I'm going to give you a choice. But before you make it I want you to appreciate what I'm doing for you. I'm not always going to give you a choice, but since tonight is a special occasion I've decided to be lenient. Now here's what I'm offering. Would you like me to continue your punishment or would you like to punish me for embarrassing you this morning?"