Boss's Delayed Discipline

Nicole Aria worked for Dana Vespoli that summer. Dana barked orders and Nicole fucked up a big one. Dana laid into her, voice like a whip, and Nicole felt heat flood between her legs. She swallowed it down back then—interns don't fuck the boss. Years later she found Dana online and asked for the punishment she'd wanted all along. Dana told her to show up at seven. Nicole knocks. Door opens. Dana drags her inside by the hair, shoves her face-down on the kitchen table, yanks her jeans down. Nicole's already dripping. Dana sinks two fingers deep, curls hard, then pulls out and slaps her cunt. Nicole gasps. Dana laughs once, low, and pushes Nicole to her knees. Nicole takes Dana's fingers, tastes herself, sucks until spit runs down her chin. Dana hauls her up, bends her over the couch, clamps a hand on the back of Nicole's neck and drives two fingers back in. Nicole's moans turn ugly. Dana adds a third, fucks her fast. She reaches around, hooks two fingers into Nicole's cheek, pulls her face sideways so Nicole drools on the cushion. Then Dana plants her bare foot on the side of Nicole's head, grinding her cheek into the fabric while she keeps pumping. Nicole comes shaking, legs buckling. Dana doesn't stop. She flips Nicole onto her back, pins one thigh wide, grinds her own slick cunt against Nicole's until both of them are raw and panting. Dana spits in Nicole's mouth, tells her to swallow, then kisses her hard enough to bruise. Nicole leaves with Dana's handprint on her ass and a promise to come back next week.