Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter

... The demon reared its ugly head, and I snarled, "Sorry isn't anywhere near good enough, Ella! You dare accuse me...me!...of dishonesty?" Tears came to her eyes, and I released her, but I was almost hyperventilating, I was so pissed. Then, to my utter shock, Ella dropped to her knees and clasped her hands behind her neck. I waited to see what she would do. "I fucked up, Andrew. I know that. I submit myself to you for whatever punishment you see fit to give me." I was still Andrew to her, not Master or Sir, but the demon needed to be satiated, so I grabbed her hair once more and hissed. "Over the desk. Now." She scrambled to her feet and leaned over the desk. "Grab the other side." She did, and I whipped my tie off and tied her wrists together before anchoring them to the desk. She whimpered when I reached in a drawer and pulled out duct tape. I ripped off a long piece and covered her mouth, and then I moved in front of her so that she could see me. "How many stripes, Ella, darling ?" I sneered. "Let's see, one: you accused me of losing control; two: you accused me of lying; three and four: you slapped me twice; five, six, and seven: you called me a bastard, an asshole, and a prick; eight through fifteen: because I fucking feel like it." I moved behind her, pulled her skirt up over her waist and stripped her thong off her. I grabbed my belt from the desk, folded it over, and brought it down on her ass with all my strength. "One." Ella screamed through the gag, but I wasn't ...

... worried. My office was at the end of the hallway, and, as head of the Economics department, I had no adjoining neighbors. I struck her again, just as hard as the first time. "Two. By the time I'm finished with you, dearest Ella, you'll be lucky to walk out of here on your own two feet. You may just have to have Thomas come and pick you up." The first five stripes were laid on her ass, but then I moved to her thighs for the next five. By then, she was squirming and trying to turn her hips away from the blows. I went back to my desk drawer and pulled out two pieces of rope. With them, I tied her feet to the desk so that she was spread wide. She began frantically shaking her head back and forth. She knew me well enough to know what was coming next. I ignored her muffled pleas, stepped back, and brought the belt up in an arc that ended directly on her pussy. "Eleven." The last four were placed in the exact same spot, and by the end, she was limp on the desk, whimpering and sobbing. "Fifteen." I untied her legs, slipped her thong back on, and pulled her skirt down. Then I released her arms and let her pull the tape off her mouth. She was getting tears and snot all over my desk, and I threw a box of tissues at her. "Clean it up, Ella. Then get the fuck out of here. I don't want to see you again until I come to you. Do you understand me?" She nodded slowly as she cleaned up her mess. "I understand, Andrew," she said softly. She wiped her face, took a deep breath, and grabbed her phone ...