The Boss needed some help at home. Typing up some notes that had been forgotten and couldn't now bring them in to the office. Bella had been nominated as office junior and being nosy she didn't mind going along and having a good look around the Boss's house.
As they sat in the new, sleek car the Boss pulled on black leather gloves, explaining that they gave better purchase on the leather steering wheel. It was obviously by mistake then that the Boss changed from 1st to 2nd gear and the outer edge of the leather glove dragged Bella's floaty skirt up her curvy thigh, exposing an abundance of firm flesh.
They entered the apartment on the penthouse floor of the recently built tower block, this was the smartest part of town and the most expensive. The Boss guided Bella to the home office installed to the side of the entrance foyer, glass and chrome appearing to be the theme here, and as well as being ultra modern it was very organised, in fact it hardly looked used at all.
Offering Bella a drink the Boss beckoned her to a room at the end of the hallway. Her heels sank deeply into the cream, lush carpeting. Entering the room was to enter another lifestyle. Opulence flowed throughout, very understated in the few furnishings, yet the quality was there. In fact Bella was very surprised at the stark minimalism in the room. One wall consisted of full length windows facing across the old city and the other in full length mirrored cupboards. Her eyes were constantly drawn to her image in the tinted glass as though magnetised, what was behind those doors she wondered.
The Boss handed her a diet coke from the drinks fridge placed unobtrusively in the corner.
''Drink up and come and try my new massage cube'' the Boss ordered. Wandering over she saw it looked just like a conventional massage table with an indentation for your face to rest in, instead of being long like a bed it was square. The only main difference she noted, being the fact your feet would remain on the floor if you lay on it.
Bella was intrigued and not wanting to lose her job she lay face down. It started to vibrate gently. Quite a pleasant sensation, she thought and relaxed into it.
''Bring your arms up here'' the Boss motioned to the top of the cube. As she placed her arms above her head they were clasped into gun-metal handcuffs attached to the wall. She began to protest but her Boss gently pressed a leather-clad finger to her lips and made a shushing gesture.
Retreating to the end of the cube her Boss started to softly slide a riding crop along the back of her legs, up and down, up and down, again and again, slowly teasing her skin over and over. Then lifting her skirt, dragging the leather paddle higher until her plump arse, covered in black nylon lingerie was visible. The first whack was a shock and Bella cried out in surprise. The Boss massaged her round cheeks in opposing circles to ease the sting and using the tips of the glove pulled down Bella's tights and knickers in one swift movement around her ankles, effectively holding her legs together in the required position.
The exposed, creamy soft skin such a temptation. The Boss slapped first one cheek then the other, eliciting gasps from Bella of pain and then stinging pleasure. The punishment was relentless until her bottom resembled a shiny, red apple waiting to be bitten gently.
With firm hands the Boss rubbed scented oil into the pink marks, and immediately brought down the old-fashioned birch stick, this made a satisfying swish as it travelled through the air. It flicked as it hit the fleshy part of Bella's arse, while at the same time the Boss's thumbs massaged each side of her pussy with oil, paying close and intimate attention to the soft lips surrounding the moist opening.
Bella began to whimper and her Boss asked ''Do you want me to stop?''.
No-one could be more amazed than Bella, when she heard herself say ''No! Please don't stop...''
Using one hand the Boss slapped her between the legs aiming for and hitting her pussy dead centre. Repeating this made Bella scream with heightened pleasure. Every nerve ending should be saying stop, instead they were sending sparks of desire to her brain.
She was nearing climax as the slaps reigned down alternately on her voluptuous bottom and her tight pussy.
Sensing the orgasm nearing its finale, the Boss worked Bella's clit to the edge with the seam of the smooth leather glove, adding to the continuous joy of the spanking, until Bella exploded with pain and pleasure intermingled as one sensory overload, pussy juices leaking with force over the Boss's hand and arm.
''Did you like that Bella?'' asked her Boss.
''Oh yes Ms. Branning, I truly did'' she whispered hoarsely ....
As they sat in the new, sleek car the Boss pulled on black leather gloves, explaining that they gave better purchase on the leather steering wheel. It was obviously by mistake then that the Boss changed from 1st to 2nd gear and the outer edge of the leather glove dragged Bella's floaty skirt up her curvy thigh, exposing an abundance of firm flesh.
They entered the apartment on the penthouse floor of the recently built tower block, this was the smartest part of town and the most expensive. The Boss guided Bella to the home office installed to the side of the entrance foyer, glass and chrome appearing to be the theme here, and as well as being ultra modern it was very organised, in fact it hardly looked used at all.
Offering Bella a drink the Boss beckoned her to a room at the end of the hallway. Her heels sank deeply into the cream, lush carpeting. Entering the room was to enter another lifestyle. Opulence flowed throughout, very understated in the few furnishings, yet the quality was there. In fact Bella was very surprised at the stark minimalism in the room. One wall consisted of full length windows facing across the old city and the other in full length mirrored cupboards. Her eyes were constantly drawn to her image in the tinted glass as though magnetised, what was behind those doors she wondered.
The Boss handed her a diet coke from the drinks fridge placed unobtrusively in the corner.
''Drink up and come and try my new massage cube'' the Boss ordered. Wandering over she saw it looked just like a conventional massage table with an indentation for your face to rest in, instead of being long like a bed it was square. The only main difference she noted, being the fact your feet would remain on the floor if you lay on it.
Bella was intrigued and not wanting to lose her job she lay face down. It started to vibrate gently. Quite a pleasant sensation, she thought and relaxed into it.
''Bring your arms up here'' the Boss motioned to the top of the cube. As she placed her arms above her head they were clasped into gun-metal handcuffs attached to the wall. She began to protest but her Boss gently pressed a leather-clad finger to her lips and made a shushing gesture.
Retreating to the end of the cube her Boss started to softly slide a riding crop along the back of her legs, up and down, up and down, again and again, slowly teasing her skin over and over. Then lifting her skirt, dragging the leather paddle higher until her plump arse, covered in black nylon lingerie was visible. The first whack was a shock and Bella cried out in surprise. The Boss massaged her round cheeks in opposing circles to ease the sting and using the tips of the glove pulled down Bella's tights and knickers in one swift movement around her ankles, effectively holding her legs together in the required position.
The exposed, creamy soft skin such a temptation. The Boss slapped first one cheek then the other, eliciting gasps from Bella of pain and then stinging pleasure. The punishment was relentless until her bottom resembled a shiny, red apple waiting to be bitten gently.
With firm hands the Boss rubbed scented oil into the pink marks, and immediately brought down the old-fashioned birch stick, this made a satisfying swish as it travelled through the air. It flicked as it hit the fleshy part of Bella's arse, while at the same time the Boss's thumbs massaged each side of her pussy with oil, paying close and intimate attention to the soft lips surrounding the moist opening.
Bella began to whimper and her Boss asked ''Do you want me to stop?''.
No-one could be more amazed than Bella, when she heard herself say ''No! Please don't stop...''
Using one hand the Boss slapped her between the legs aiming for and hitting her pussy dead centre. Repeating this made Bella scream with heightened pleasure. Every nerve ending should be saying stop, instead they were sending sparks of desire to her brain.
She was nearing climax as the slaps reigned down alternately on her voluptuous bottom and her tight pussy.
Sensing the orgasm nearing its finale, the Boss worked Bella's clit to the edge with the seam of the smooth leather glove, adding to the continuous joy of the spanking, until Bella exploded with pain and pleasure intermingled as one sensory overload, pussy juices leaking with force over the Boss's hand and arm.
''Did you like that Bella?'' asked her Boss.
''Oh yes Ms. Branning, I truly did'' she whispered hoarsely ....
