Political Nightmare

Claire Irons wants a Senate seat. She thinks her secrets are safe until Kody Evans and Sam drop the proof on her desk. They’ve seen every frame of her private clips, every post on that hidden site. Now the gloves come off. They yank her up, rip the jacket from her shoulders, shred the blouse. Her black hair spills free as the blouse flutters to the floor. Sam clamps her wrists behind her back while Kody strips the rest—skirt, panties—until nothing’s left but skin. They bend her over the desk, bare ass up, ankles lashed to the legs. The first smack of the paddle lands sharp. Claire jerks, but there’s nowhere to go. Kody focuses on her feet. She drags the sole of Claire’s foot across her tongue, sucks each toe while Sam keeps swinging the paddle. Heat spreads across Claire’s cheeks, red prints blooming. The slaps echo. Between strikes Sam slides a thick toy between her thighs, pushes it deep, switches it on low. Claire’s breath breaks into short, ragged gasps. Kody lifts Claire’s bound foot again, runs her tongue along the arch, bites the ball of it, then presses her own bare foot against Claire’s mouth. “Lick,” she orders. Claire obeys, tongue working while the vibrator hums and the paddle keeps falling. Sam ups the toy’s speed. Claire’s hips twitch; sweat beads at the small of her back. Kody trades the paddle for a second vibrator and presses it straight to Claire’s clit. The double buzz drives her wild. She moans against Kody’s sole, tongue never stopping. The punishment stretches, relentless, until Claire’s voice cracks and her body shakes hard enough to rattle the desk.