Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Eleven - Sex Stories

Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Eleven

... sealed as she received a series of rhythmic strokes across her upturned derriere. On and on they came. On one cheek, then the other, each of the blows stinging and heating her flesh. There came another pregnant pause and Kristina wagged her rear end as if asking what was to come. She heard shuffling behind her for a moment and then she gasped when her cunt was surprisingly penetrated by the business end of the crop.

"Good this. I fixed a butt plug to the end of the crop. Now I can fuck you with it."

Kristina tried to ease the pressure by spreading her legs wide and sticking her rump out. She folded her arms and lowered her head onto them. Mrs. Wintergreen gazed at the black shaft protruding from her wet pussy and considered the sight a big turn-on. She thrust it back in, not hard and not fast, but with a steady pressure that had Kristina's quim expanding to accommodate the wide tip. The Dom shifted on her left heel and set up a steady rhythm. The cuffed blonde spy was so wet by now that there was almost no resistance and she was rammed into. Kristina could feel that wonderful feeling of orgasmic heat growing inside her loins. The fact that she was being made to cum in this ridiculous situation was almost laughable."Bloody hell"Save after wave of ecstasy ripped through her, making her fists clench and her wrists rap the cuffs on the desktop. Her pussy throbbed and contracted as she gripped the crop still stuffed up her. Marian let the weapon slide from her as she lay on ...

... the surface of the desk, spent and trembling.

"Now, let's see..."

"Enough!"

Out of the blue Dalglish grabbed Marian and pinned her arms to her sides. Another pair of cuffs were produced and quickly snapped onto her wrists. She clenched her fists as a brazen act of defiance but she was tossed against the edge of her desk where her arms were wrenched up and pressed to the surface.

"What's the meaning of this? Are you mad?"

An incredulous Wintergreen lifted her head as she dug the toes of her heels into the carpet beneath her feet.

"Not mad. Underpaid."

She nodded as everything fell into place. She smiled knowingly as she supported herself on her elbows. And the posture caused her bare backside to point up behind her. Dalglish let Kristina free and the two kissed in a passionate one-minute smooch.

"Ah. Right. That clears things up. You gave her my password and office hours so that she could gain access to my PC. Then you colluded to download the necessary data to appease the company paying you."

"In a nutshell."

"Now, as you were about to say. Let's turn the tables. Watch and weep, you fucking cow."

Kristina embraced the rage burning through her but the sickening sensation of arousal at the mercy of Wintergreen had awoken a wicked vengefulness. Both Kristina and Marian were fully aware by the man's prominent bulge in his pants that Dalglish had been highly aroused by the women's playful tryst. He unbuttoned his uniform shirt as Kristina unzipped ...