Boss's Delayed Discipline

Nicole Aria smirks when she talks about the summer she interned for Dana Vespoli. One stupid mistake on an order and Dana chewed her out so hard Nicole’s panties got embarrassingly wet. She couldn’t do a thing about it back then—inter-office fucking wasn’t in the handbook—so the itch just sat there. Years later Nicole still thinks about it, so she tracks Dana down and asks, straight-up, if she’d like to dish out the kind of discipline they both know she needs. Dana says yes. Now Nicole’s on her knees in Dana’s living room, hair twisted in Dana’s fist, two fingers shoved between her teeth and pulling her cheek hard to the side—fishhooked and drooling. Dana laughs, plants a bare foot on the back of Nicole’s head, and pushes until Nicole’s face is mashed into the rug. Then she grinds down, slow and mean, while the other hand keeps working Nicole open from behind—slick, ruthless thrusts that have Nicole shaking and whimpering around the fingers in her mouth. Every slap of skin is punctuated by Dana’s low voice reminding her what happens to girls who screw up orders. Nicole moans like she’s been waiting her whole life to hear it again.