Breaking the Brat

Luna Lovely screwed up the meeting. You yank her by the hair and shove a gag between her teeth before she can spit any more excuses. Over the desk she goes, skirt flipped up, panties yanked aside. Your palm cracks hard across each cheek until the skin blooms red. She whimpers through the gag, drool slicking her chin. You shove her to the floor. On hands and knees, she sticks out her tongue and drags it across your shoe leather, eyes glassy with shame. When she hesitates you drive your heel harder against her tongue. She licks faster, desperate. Then the bondage starts. Leather straps cinch her wrists to her thighs, leaving her helpless on the table. You clamp electrodes to her nipples and the tender crease between her legs. A dial twist sends shocks pulsing through her, each jolt making her back arch and her pussy clench. When the shock fades you swing the flogger across her tits and thighs, heavy tails leaving stinging lines. She yelps, twists, tries to close her legs but can’t. You trade the flogger for the cane. One sharp stroke after another stripes her ass and the backs of her thighs. She bucks, cries, but stays bound and spread. You keep going until the welts shine and her breath comes in ragged sobs. Only then do you slide inside her. She’s dripping—pain and humiliation leaving her slick. You pound her cunt, then her ass, each thrust driving her against the table edge. The gag stays in; all she can do is grunt and drool while you use her. You pull out at the last second, rip the gag free, and paint her flushed face with thick ropes of cum. She gasps, tongue flicking out for every drop, eyes locked on yours like a good girl who finally learned her lesson.