“Nancy is about to be bred by Anita while her husband receives a spanking.”
As if right on cue the elevator dinged and opened and the large-breasted Wendy made her way towards Floyd’s corner office. She was carrying her large purse over her shoulder, a stark contrast to the complete lack of clothing on her nude form. Richard was definitely happy with this change of fates.
It wasn’t long after Wendy entered Floyd’s office before the first sharp slap sounded out across the office. The office went silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing as they searched for the source of the sound. The following impacts lead them to form a crowd around Floyd’s clear glass office.
Floyd had been bent over his desk, his floppy flaccid cock dangling between his spread legs as his ass was presented to the gathered audience. Wendy smirked as she noticed the crowd and began to rain down spanks with a long wooden paddle leaving wide red stripes of reddened flesh on Floyd’s backside for everyone to see.
Richard felt himself stir in his pants, amused at the scene before him. He had spent a long-time daydreaming about his dick of a boss getting his comeuppance, and it was so rewarding to watch it happen right in front of him.
Wendy’s pace began to slow down as the sound of Floyd’s crying began to grow in intensity.
“That hurts, doesn’t it?” Wendy said. “I bet next time you will think twice before you try to bully your staff. Now get up, you have some apologies to make then we will continue your punishment."
Richard decided it was time to load a new sentence. Floyd had, after all, made everyone’s lives worse for years.
“Floyd is dreading the lecture that he is going to receive from Wendy.”