Beginnings: Chapter 2 - Formalities - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 2 - Formalities

... rolled over on the desk and onto my back. I looked up to see Veronica stood over me. Her eyes were intense and smouldering, although her face betrayed not a hint of anything other than perfect control. She reached out her hand, moved her fingers between my lips and pulled the panties from my mouth. I let out an audible gasp as I felt the air rush in, filling my breathless lungs. “I am pleased to see that you have swapped cotton for lace,” Veronica said, her eyes simmering. “However, Lucy, you have to understand that if you do not do as I instruct you will be punished. Have I made myself perfectly clear?” “Yes, Miss Hamilton,” I replied, nodding. I began to try to lever myself upright using my elbows against the desk. Immediately I felt Veronica’s right hand against my chest, pushing me back onto the desk. “What do you think you are doing, Lucy? Did I give you permission to get up?” I shook my head. By this time every word she spoke was like warm syrup sliding through my body. I caught my breath again as I felt Veronica’s right hand move under the confines of my skirt. I almost instinctively shuffled my bottom back a little, so that it rested more fully on the desk. As I did so, I became aware of an exquisite pain radiating from my bottom from the firm effects of Veronica’s spanks, making me arch my back and push my hips upwards, towards her advancing fingers. “Goodness, you are an eager girl, aren’t you?” she teased. Her fingers seemed to take an eternity on their journey ...

... under my skirt, brushing lightly against my silken inner thigh and gliding wistfully over its smooth contours. “How warm you are down there,” Veronica continued, as her fingertips edged higher. Suddenly I felt them brush against my puffy, viscous opening, and threw my head back as she ran two slender fingers expertly over it. Slowly, she teased my slick petals apart and slipped two fingers inside me. “What a wet girl you are, darling,” she said, “but I want more; much more.” I could faintly hear the sound of her fingers as they slid playfully in the smooth nectar which was lubricating my increasingly yielding sex. I felt myself stretch and surrender to the way her fingers pressed and probed inside me. One moment she would be curling her long fingers deep within me; the next she would drag them over my engorged clit and vibrate it, causing waves of pleasure to flow over me. I could feel myself flooding under her touch. I then felt her fingers withdraw from between my legs. “Sit up, Lucy,” she ordered. I slowly struggled to lift myself and immediately became aware of the way my bottom was still smarting. Veronica moved her hand behind my head and helped to ease me upwards until I was sat upright facing her. I felt her fingers tighten in my tousled, shoulder-length chestnut hair once more. “What I want you to do now, Lucy, is to take the papers I have been working on most of the day down to my secretary and tell her I need them typing up before five o’clock. Do you think you can do ...