The Bossman by Renee Rose Read Free Book Online

picking her up like a rag doll, spinning her around and setting her back on her feet facing the living room. “Let’s go, naughty girl, I think you need more spanking,” he said, his hand on her ass, which was still mostly bare with her panties up her crack and her skirt around her waist. Waves of heat made her head spin, and a drip of arousal leaked from her pussy as she walked. Her mind was completely muddled--her anger over his brutish ways dimming as desire flared hotter.
    She couldn’t believe what he’d just done. But worse, she couldn’t believe her reaction. Because he was right, she was more turned on at that moment than she’d ever been in her life.
    He sat on the couch and pulled her over his lap. Every nerve in her body was alive, listening to what would happen next. The excitement between her legs came as a slow pulsing and she found herself hoping he’d tug her panties up again to help alleviate it.
    He lowered them instead. The first few smacks with his hand were slow and he rubbed away the sting in between. She moaned, pushing her bottom up at him, dying for more. He responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and spanking her in earnest, as he’d done in the kitchen. The smacks came fast and hard.
    Little gasps and grunts escaped her lips, but she didn’t want him to stop. The pain increased--her bottom blazed and each new strike came as a new sting.
    “Do you ever lie to me, little girl?”
    “No, sir!” she practically shouted.
    He paused his spanks and chuckled. “You don’t have to call me sir,” he said, sounding amused. He spanked again, even harder, but stopped after delivering another ten. “Do you go out with other men without telling me?”
    “No, sir. I mean, no….Joey.”
    He rubbed her swollen bottom. “Good girl,” he murmured and she ground her hips on his lap wantonly. She needed release, desperately.
    She felt him move and heard the jingle of his belt buckle and thinking he was going to give her what she wanted, tried to get off his lap.
    He held her fast with an arm around her waist. “I’m going to spank you with my belt now. I want you to know what it feels like, because it’s what you’ll get if you lie to me again.” he said, causing real fear to course through her.
    “No!” she cried with alarm. “Joey, please,” she pleaded, giving up all pride.
     
    He rubbed her bottom again. “I’ll tell you what, Soph. If you count out loud very nicely, I’ll stop at three.” Without waiting for her answer, he brought the leather belt down across her ass with a snap.
    She howled in protest and then must have remembered his words because she shouted, “One!”
    He chuckled. “Good girl.” He snapped the belt across her raw cheeks again.
    “Two!” she gasped immediately. Almost over. Just one more. She could do it. The belt struck again. “Three! Three...three,” she moaned, tears pricking her eyes.
    Joey dropped the belt. “It’s over, baby,” he said gently, and she wondered if this was how he’d be if the punishment was real. Or had this been real? Confusion clouded her mind. “It’s over sweetheart. You were a very good girl.” His fingers wended through her hair in a caress. She felt his lips kiss her bottom and the scratch of his stubble hurt her tender flesh.
    He ran his large, warm hand over her blazing bottom, sliding it down one thigh, then back up again, seemingly without agenda.
    Well, she had an agenda. She moved to get off his lap, and he released her. Sliding to her knees, she reached for the button on his pants. His eyes turned dark with desire, passion evident in his expression. His cock thickened the moment she touched it, springing out of his boxer briefs as he slid forward on the couch to give her easy access. She flicked her tongue over the head, circling the rim before taking his full length into her mouth.
    “Ahh,” he groaned appreciatively.
    She slid up and down, massaging his balls with one hand and squeezing the base of his