She sneered as she tore off the ribbon and paper, but her hands were shaking with excitement. From the roll of tissue fell a thick black rubber vibrator which landed on the bed in front of her. She picked it up and looked at it closely. When she turned the control at the base the shaft whirred and shook in her fingertips. She gasped softly.

The red sheet fell from her body and she stood naked by the fire with the vibrating rubber cock in her hands. It tingled against her skin. She knew it would cause the most exquisite climax if she were to use it against her clitoris or slide it deep into her wet dripping pussy. “Oh God!” she snarled, and she flung the rubber cock into the sheets of the bed. “I won’t give in!”

“I’ll be watching,” he had warned. “It will all be filmed. Your whole night alone. With only your dirty thoughts to influence you.”

The following morning she walked into the lounge as confidently as she could. She did not look at Steven who sat at the table reading a newspaper. She poured herself an orange juice and sat at the opposite end of the table.

After some time Steven lowered the paper and fixed her in a cold stare. “Well?” he questioned.

“Well what?” she replied, trying to preserve an air of confidence. Her hand shook as she raised the glass of juice and she quickly put it down.

“Have I won my prize I wonder?” He spoke slowly and firmly, asking the question as if he were already sure of the answer. He eyed her lewdly.

“No you haven’t!” she snapped back. “As if I was ever going to be so silly! You can just forget about it now my dear, or madly toss yourself off on the thought of what might have been.”

Steven continued to stare, and a smile slowly spread across his face. “Liar, liar. Your slutty knickers on fire!”

She rocked back in her chair and put a hand across her breasts as if hurt by his comments. “Unlike you, I have some control over my urges,” she drawled. “It wasn’t hard to stay in that room all night without feeling the need to fuck myself stupid!”

“I never said you had to fuck yourself stupid, you filthy little bitch. Just make yourself cum once.”

His amused grin made her angry. “Why are you smirking, you bastard?” she yelled.

He rose from his chair and made his way to the door. “Follow me” he ordered, and reluctantly she obeyed.

She stood in the study with her arms folded and pouted like a naughty schoolgirl. He paced the room to flick the switch on a huge flat screen television and to take a remote control from his desk. She became more nervous and restless as each moment passed. What was he up to now?

“Can we get on with this? I have things to do today!” she groaned.

“Patience, my whore!” he replied as he placed a disc into the DVD player beneath the television and flicked a button on the remote. He took a pace back and turned to her. “Watch.”

The screen was dark for some time, and then it flickered with orange light. A picture appeared, and she gasped with horror. She leaned back on the desk to support herself.

There she was framed on screen, in all her naked wickedness from the previous night. She was perched on the arm of a leather chair, close to the roaring fire. Her gorgeously long legs were spread wide, and the black rubber cock was buried deep in the wet folds of her cunt. She held the vibrator firmly in place with her fingertips which shone with her own juice. Her expression told the whole story.

Her eyelashes fluttered and her mouth was wide open as she sighed. Her pink lips were drawn into an erotic 'O' and her body was locked into a spasm of sheer delight.

Steven flicked the freeze frame, and she was left on the screen, fixed in her climax.

Now she opened and closed her mouth, hardly able to speak, her face crimson with embarrassment. Steven turned to her and leered.

“You can’t deny that can you fuck toy?”

“How? How the hell did you get that?” she stammered.

“Now that’s a stupid question from a stupid slut,” he replied, “a camera was installed above the door of the bedroom before you arrived last night.”

“How dare you spy on me!” she hissed, and crossed the room towards him pointing a finger, “and stop calling me names!”

“Sorry!” he smirked, “perhaps I should have taken your word on the matter? And I did warn you remember?”

She stopped short and hung her head.

He stood up slowly and pointed to the large leather topped desk. “Go and spread yourself over that, with your legs nice and wide, and raise your skirt please.” He spoke softly, but with ultimate authority. She looked at him with wide eyes, but made no movement.

“You remember the terms of our little game, don’t you? And you will agree that you have been a very, very bad girl indeed.”

She nodded gently.

“Then do as I say, fuck toy.”

She hesitated for a moment and then made her way over to the desk. She turned her back to him and planted her feet wide apart. She slowly began to raise her long velvet skirt upward. He smiled as first her calves were exposed, then the back of her knees, and then her toned thighs.

He knew she had a firm young body, but now he could only stare in wonder at her perfection. She was slim, her legs were tanned, and her skin was strong and smooth. When she slowly slid the skirt up over the cheeks of her arse, he drew his breath. They were round and pert, wobbling just a little with each move she made, and hardly covered. Her knickers were flimsy, with a single string of lace pulled up into the narrow cleft of her backside.

She stood with her hands at her waist, clutching the material of her dress so that she was fully exposed to him. Then, ever so slowly she lowered her upper body down until her tits were pressed against the surface of the desk and she lay against it with her head turned to one side. She remained still, positioned for him, breathing heavily, awaiting his next move.

Steven paced forward and stood to one side of her. She looked up at him with wide pleading blue eyes, and flinched as he raised one hand high above her. “This is what a slut receives for lying!” he snarled and he brought his hand down firmly, spanking her arse cheeks. Her body bucked against the heavy wooden desk and she squealed in pain. She braced herself for the next blow across her right arse cheek, and then for the next across the left. The blows were hard, without restraint, and she squealed again, but mixed with pain, her cry hinted at another emotion.

“You dirty lying bitch!” Steven scolded as he spanked her again and again, driving her up over the desk, making her plead for mercy.

A red glow was appearing across her arse cheeks through her tan. She squirmed on the desk and with his free hand he shoved her blonde hair to one side and pinned her down across the back of her neck, holding her firmly.

The next slap was aimed at her tender inner thigh, close to her pussy. It made her scream and shudder, but her cry was more evidently sexual now. A long drawn out “Ahhhhh!”

She spread her legs wider thrusting her bottom back and upward to the blows and he could see the gusset of her pink lace knickers, drawn tightly over her swollen cunt, moist with her juices.

He spanked her hard, again and again, and each time a blow landed she turned her arse up and back for more pleading “yes, ohh fuck yes....more...please.... harder....MORE!”

She began to cry. Warm tears flowing down her red cheeks as he held her down firmly over the desk spanking her harder and harder, and then her body stiffened, and she was cumming, grinding forward over the desk, from side to side, whimpering and pleading, screaming out “Ohhhh fuck....ohh fuck yes...it’s so good....YES!!!!!”

He held her firmly in place until she stopped whimpering and she gasped for breath. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“You nasty whore!”

She groaned.

“Come to my room at midnight, and be ready to pay your forfeit. Wear something that properly shows off your sweet arse, and wear heels. The highest you have.” He thrust his fingers between her arse cheeks roughly and probed the tight rosebud within. She gasped.

“And then I‘ll bugger you.”

He released her, and she rose up and turned on him as her skirt swirled back down her long legs. Her face was flushed and wet with her tears.

“You bastard Steven!” she hissed, and he laughed as he left the room.