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Under Her Thumb

... Pennington’s nose and pulls it upwards. Ms. Pennington lifts her head, closes her eyes and reluctantly opens her mouth. The crop is now tapping my balls. I shuffle closer and with both hands stuff my limp cock into the gap between Ms. Pennington’s large pearly white teeth. ‘The balls too. The whole deal, put it in there.’ Ms. Pennington needs a little prodding with the crop under her chin to make her spread her jaws a little wider. She is whining audibly and contorting her face while my hairy balls scrape past her teeth. Ms. Pennington’s mouth is warm and wet. Her accelerated breath caresses my balls. I feel my cock stirring against her palate. If I don’t control myself, I will soon be popping her eyeballs out from inside. I fail to understand the purpose of this new setup, but Ms. Saunders seems pleased with herself. She steps back to contemplate her work with a smug look on her face. ‘Oh my, I keep surprising myself. OK, here goes.’ She returns to her position behind Ms. Pennington’s trembling ass. The crop rises in the air and swooshes down with a speed that beats the eye. It is when the sharp snap of leather against naked skin reverberates in the air that I understand. Ms. Pennington’s body stiffens as hit by lightning. Her teeth dig into the flesh at the base of my genitals, extracting a frightened shriek from my lips. Ms. Saunders explodes in gleeful laughter. ‘Not so exciting now, is it?’ The rod slices the air again and Ms. Peterson’s teeth snap shut again, sending ...

... an electric wave up my spine. I am sweating profusely. Ms. Saunders keeps whipping Ms. Pennington’s ass until she collapses, pulling me off the desk by the genitals. I have to scramble not to fall on top of her. I land at Ms. Saunders’ feet. My nerves are shattered and I tremble uncontrollably. ‘What a sorry lot of sissies you are. Get out of my sight, both of you!’ Ms. Saunders kicks me in the back. Ms. Pennington spits out my tortured genitals and gets up. She dresses quickly and makes for the door. I rush after her, struggling with my pants at knee height. ‘Ms. Pennington.’ Ms. Pennington freezes with the doorknob in her hand. I am zipping up. ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders?’ A whining heap of misery just a moment ago, it is amazing how fast Ms. Pennington has regained her composure. ‘I trust you will take care of Mr. Peterson’s punishment for me?’ ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders.’ ‘Have Mr. Peterson bring in coffee for five in a thermos and a box of cookies. I am expecting the Co-Mart delegation in fifteen minutes, in the meantime I will not be disturbed. When the delegation arrives, show them into my office. Later I’ll have lunch with Mr. Hansen. I will see you two in my office at two sharp.’ ‘Yes Ms. Saunders.’ Ms. Pennington instructs me to get the coffee and cookies, then heads to the bathroom. Without looking up when I enter, Ms. Saunders gestures me to place the tray on the conference table. I close the door behind me. Ms. Pennington has not returned. At a loss, I seat myself at my desk and ...