MY PERVERT BOSS

"Your strong hands... on my body."

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her chair tightened, his eyes dark with need. "Where exactly?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Shreya's eyes darted down to his crotch, where she could see the unmistakable bulge of his arousal. "Everywhere," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I've thought about them... all over me."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled, the sound low and predatory. "Such a dirty girl," he said, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "But I think you're going to have to do better than that if you want to earn my forgiveness." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "Tell me, Shreya, what do you want me to do to you?"

Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she could feel the heat pooling between her legs. She had never spoken like this before, never allowed herself to be so vulnerable and exposed. But the power dynamics in the room had shifted, and she found herself craving the thrill of it all. "I want you to... to punish me," she whispered, the words barely audible.

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her chair tightened, his eyes burning into hers. "How do you want me to punish you, Shreya?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Shreya's breath caught in her throat as she tried to form the words. She had never been one for dirty talk, but the situation had brought out a side of her she never knew existed. "I... I want you to spank me," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes lit up, a hint of surprise and excitement in them. "Spank you?" he repeated, his voice a dark echo in the quiet room. "And what makes you think you deserve that?"

Shreya swallowed, her heart racing. "Because... because I've been a bad girl, sir," she managed, her voice a sultry whisper. "I've been naughty, and I need to be taught a lesson."

Mr. Kapoor's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, and he stepped around the desk, closing the distance between them. "Very well," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But first, you need to stand up for your punishment."

Shreya's legs felt like jelly as she pushed herself out of the chair, her eyes never leaving his. He moved behind her, his hands resting on her hips, his breath hot against her neck. "Bend over the desk," he ordered, his voice a whispered command.

Her pulse racing, she did as she was told, placing her palms flat on the cool surface and sticking her ass out, her heart pounding in anticipation. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hands roaming over her body, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her legs as he hiked it up to expose her lacy black thong. "You've been such a bad girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "It's time for your punishment."

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered the filthiest things she had ever heard, his words painting a picture of what was about to happen. "You're going to get what you deserve," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Every inch of you will feel my wrath, my hand imprinting on your skin."

Shreya felt a shiver of fear mixed with excitement. She had never been talked to like this before, but she found herself craving the humiliation. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning as his hand hovered over her bare ass, the anticipation unbearable. "Remember, slut," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "Not a single sound unless I tell you to. If you make so much as a peep, I'll fuck you right here, right now, in front of the whole office."

Her eyes widened at the thought, the threat both terrifying and thrilling. She nodded, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. She knew that if she didn't comply, the consequences would be severe. And yet, a part of her hoped that she would fail, just so she could feel the full brunt of his punishment.

Mr. Kapoor's hand hovered over her ass for a moment, his fingertips grazing the soft, sensitive skin just above the waistband of her thong. She held her breath, waiting for the impact that she knew was coming. When it did, it was swift and painful, the smack resonating through the room and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She bit her tongue, stifling the moan that threatened to escape.

"Count," he ordered, his voice a low growl.

Shreya nodded, her heart racing as she braced herself for the next smack. She felt the warmth spread across her skin as Mr. Kapoor's hand connected with her ass again, the sound echoing through the empty office. "One," she murmured through gritted teeth, her pussy clenching with every impact.

His hand was firm and unrelenting, each spank harder than the last. "Two," she whimpered, her voice shaky with a mix of pain and pleasure. His words grew more explicit, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered about how much he enjoyed watching her squirm and how much more she would take before she begged for his cock.

The third smack landed with a satisfying crack, sending a wave of heat through her body. "Three," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as he continued to pepper her ass with slaps, each one stinging more than the last.

"Four," she murmured, her voice strained. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with every impact, her body betraying her with its own form of pleasure amidst the pain.

"Good girl," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're taking it so well." His hand moved to caress the reddening flesh, his touch surprisingly gentle. "But we're not done yet."

The smacks grew in intensity, and so did Shreya's arousal. She could feel her pussy throbbing with every hit, her body begging for release. His dirty words filled her ears, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered about the naughty things she had done to deserve this, the ways in which she had been a bad employee, and the consequences of her actions. She found herself craving the harshness of his voice, the way he talked to her like she was his property, his to use and abuse.

"Five," she counted, her voice barely audible. His hand paused, giving her a moment to catch her breath before the next wave of pain washed over her. She felt his hand slide down the back of her thigh, his fingers grazing the wet fabric of her thong. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, slut?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down her spine.

Shreya couldn't deny the truth. The pain was exquisite, a strange form of pleasure that she had never experienced before. "Yes, sir," she breathed, her voice a trembling confession.

Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly. "Fifty spanks," he said, his hand coming down hard and fast, each smack echoing through the room like a gunshot. "You're going to count them all, and you're going to thank me for each one."

Shreya gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure. "Six," she murmured, the sting of his hand setting her skin alight. "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Kapoor's smack grew more forceful, the sound of skin meeting skin reverberating through the silent office. "Seven," she whimpered, her voice strained. His hand caressed the tender flesh between the spanks, his fingers slipping under the elastic of her thong to tease her swollen clit. "Eight," she counted, her voice shaky.

His filthy whispers grew more intense, his voice a dark symphony of dominance and desire. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot on her ear. "You like being my little slut, getting punished for being bad."

Shreya felt her body respond to his words, her pussy clenching with need. She nodded, unable to speak.

"Good," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Let's continue."

Mr. Kapoor's hand fell again, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. "Nine," she whispered, her body shaking with the force of his punishment. He continued to spank her, his rhythm steady and unforgiving. With each smack, his voice grew gruffer, his words dirtier.

"Ten," she murmured, her voice strained as the pain began to build. His hand paused, his fingers tracing the red outline of his palm on her skin. "You're doing so well, Shreya," he said, his voice filled with a dark kind of satisfaction. "But we're only a tenth of the way there."

He pulled her thong aside, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. She gasped, feeling a sudden vulnerability that only served to heighten her arousal. His hand came down again, harder this time, and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out. "Eleven," she managed, her voice a shaky whisper. His touch grew bolder, his fingertips brushing against her wetness, teasing her with the promise of more.

Mr. Kapoor's hand continued its relentless assault, each smack sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her. "Twelve," she murmured, her body trembling. His words grew more explicit, detailing the ways in which she would serve him, her mind reeling with the images he painted.

"Thirteen," she whispered, her voice a hoarse moan as his hand connected with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His touch grew more demanding, his fingers sliding between her legs to toy with the slickness that had gathered there. "Fourteen," she counted, her breaths coming in short gasps as he pushed the fabric of her thong aside to reveal her swollen folds.

Mr. Kapoor leaned down, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Your pussy's so wet for me, isn't it?" he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. "You love being punished, don't you, you dirty little slut?"

Shreya couldn't help but let out a small moan as his words sent a shiver through her. "Y-yes, sir," she stammered, her voice thick with need.

Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through her. "Keep counting," he ordered, his hand coming down with renewed vigor. "Fifteen," she murmured, her body jolting with the impact. His touch grew more insistent, his fingers sliding into her wetness as he spanked her. "Sixteen," she gasped, her pussy clenching around his digits.

The smacks grew harder, his hand a blur as he rained them down on her ass. "You're such a good girl for taking your punishment," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Seventeen," she counted, the pain melding with the pleasure of his touch. He began to spank her faster, his hand moving in a steady rhythm that sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

"Eighteen, nineteen," she murmured, her body rocking back into his touch. His fingers plunged deeper into her pussy, curling inside her as he found that perfect spot. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, unable to keep her voice steady.

Mr. Kapoor's hand paused, his eyes burning into hers. "Keep counting, or I'll start over," he warned, his voice a dark whisper.

Shreya nodded, her breaths coming in pants. "Twenty," she murmured, her voice barely audible. His hand resumed its punishing rhythm, each spank sending a jolt of pain that she found herself craving more of. "Thank you, sir," she managed to add, her voice strained.

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hip tightened, his thumb now working her clit in time with the smacks. "You're welcome, my dear," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "But we're not even halfway there yet." His hand fell again, and she bit back a cry. "Twenty-one," she counted, her eyes squeezed shut as the pain and pleasure melded into something exquisite.

The smacks grew more forceful, painting her ass a deep shade of red. "Twenty-two, twenty-three," she murmured, her voice shaky as his fingers continued to work her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. "Thank you, sir," she managed to add, the words feeling strange and yet, somehow, incredibly right in this twisted scenario.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew more intense with each smack, his whispers turning into a stream of filth that filled her ears. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he demanded, his hand moving faster, his grip on her hip tightening. "You're going to cum on my hand while I spank you like the bad girl you are."

Shreya's pussy clenched around his fingers as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building inside her. "Thirty-four," she managed to murmur, her voice thick with lust. "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Kapoor's hand paused, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You're doing so well," he praised, his voice a dark purr. "But remember, we're not done yet. You've got seventeen more to go." He resumed the spanking, his hand coming down with a sharp crack. "Thirty-five," she counted, her voice strained as the pain grew more intense.

With each smack, Mr. Kapoor's words grew more explicit, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered about the naughty things she had done to deserve this punishment. "Thirty-six," she murmured, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She felt his thumb press harder against her clit, his other hand squeezing her ass as he spanked her.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Keep counting. You're almost there."

Shreya nodded, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. "Thirty-seven," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The smacks grew more rhythmic, his hand falling in a steady beat that matched the pounding in her chest. "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Kapoor's hand paused for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he surveyed the red handprints that covered her ass. "You're taking your punishment so beautifully," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "But we're not done yet." His hand fell again, harder than ever before. "Thirty-eight," she gasped, her body jolting with the impact.

"Forty," she whispered, her voice shaky as she felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she had never felt before. His hand moved in a steady rhythm, the smacks growing more intense with each number she counted. "Thank you, sir," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he spanked her. "You're so close, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice a low growl. "So close to coming for your punishment."

Shreya nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Forty-one," she murmured, her voice trembling. His hand fell again, and she felt the orgasm building, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her belly. "Forty-two," she whispered, her voice barely audible as the pain and pleasure blurred together.

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hip tightened, his hand moving faster, the smacks falling in rapid succession. "You're going to cum for me," he demanded, his voice a gruff growl. "You're going to cum all over my hand while you count."

Shreya felt the tension in her body coil tighter with each smack, her pussy throbbing with need. "Forty-three," she managed to murmur, her voice a strangled moan. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, his fingers working in and out of her wetness. "Forty-four," she whispered, her voice shaky.

"Almost there," Mr. Kapoor encouraged, his breath hot against her ear. "Take it all, my dirty little slut. Take your punishment."

Shreya felt her body tremble with each smack, her pussy clenching around his fingers. "Forty-five," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. The pleasure was unbearable, the pain exquisite.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew more intense, his hand never pausing. "Forty-six, Shreya," he barked, the sound of his hand connecting with her skin echoing through the room. "Tell me how much you love this, how much you need it."

Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the pressure building, the fire in her ass spreading to her pussy, setting it alight. "Forty-seven," she murmured, her voice a shaky whisper. "I love it, sir," she admitted, her body trembling with the force of her words. "I need this punishment."

Mr. Kapoor's hand didn't relent, the smacks coming down with a ferocity that had Shreya's body begging for mercy. "Forty-eight," she gasped, her voice a strained moan. His thumb circled her clit with a fierce intensity, the sensation overwhelming. "I need... I need to cum," she whimpered, her voice desperate.

"Fifty," Mr. Kapoor finally announced, his hand coming down with a final, powerful smack that sent her over the edge. With that, she cum, her body shaking with the force of her climax. She moaned loudly, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed through her.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Cumming for your punishment like a good little slut."

Shreya's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. She felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Her body had responded to his dominance in ways she never knew possible. She took a shaky breath, her pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Mr. Kapoor's hand slid out of her, leaving her feeling empty and exposed.