"Mine, sir," she responded as she had many times before, looking away, tears of shame rolling down her face as he finally finished smacking her ass and pushed her off his lap, standing up and walking to the fridge to grab a pitcher of cold water. He filled a glass and sipped it slowly as he watched her compose herself, wiping the tears away.

"I'm going to give you the choice, now, and I don't even want you to tell me what your answer is. If you want me to fuck you like a whore and cum inside of you, get up and bend over the table and present your...