The door opened, and nervously, a man and a woman stood before my desk. I deliberately ignored them as I finished reading and sorting papers on my desk.

Finally, I looked up and examined both of them closely, enjoying their discomfort. The woman was slim, about 5’6” with chestnut hair and green eyes; her husband was about an inch taller with a slim, somewhat effeminate look with light-colored hair, pulled back in a ponytail.

I pointed to two chairs in front of the desk and said, “Sit.” They immediately complied and sat uncomfortably with the tension in the air almost palpable.

I allowed the uncomfortable silence to continue for a bit, then said, “Well, can you pay it back?”

I could tell that the urge to deny what they thought was undetectable was strong, but in the end, no denials came. The man, the woman's husband, whose name was Eric, just looked down at the ground and fidgeted nervously. Ashley, his wife, had her eyes covered with her hand and was looking down also.

The scam was actually quite well done, and they had, for all intents and purposes, “gotten away with it” until I accidentally found the small and patient funneling of money from the advertising accounts. Their efforts were so meticulous that they went unnoticed, but over the span of two years, they had embezzled an impressive amount of money. They were a very attractive couple, and I had admired both of their asses on more than one occasion over the years.

“I’ll have to say that I admire the cleverness of your efforts, but this amount of money represents a serious felony…

They both became animated at that statement. Ashley jumped from her chair, and her husband joined her, wringing their hands and talking over each other.

“Quiet!” I said forcefully, slapping the palm of my hand on my desk. They went silent. I pointed to the chairs, and they both slowly settled into them.

“ Calm yourselves; I believe I have a solution to this situation. As I said, I have a grudging admiration for your antics here. I have heard the stories about you two and your adventurous sex life.” 

The vibe in the room had changed, and I could tell the abrupt change in topic took them aback.

I stood up, moved to the front of my desk, and sat down on its edge, arms crossed across my chest. My crotch was at eye level for them both, and my arousal was obvious due to the bulge between my legs. They were both darting their eyes back and forth between my face and my crotch until I spoke up.

“You have both been valuable employees, but this incident has tarnished, but not necessarily destroyed, that image. After all, this isn’t my money, but I think if this stops, you accept your punishment and perform a public service, I believe we can put this behind us.”

“Public service?” Ashley piped up, and her husband sat up straight in his chair.

“What sort of punishment?” Eric asked after a hard swallow.

“The punishment will be the same as I would have gotten from my father if I had been caught stealing, a leather strap across your naked bottom, and more than once.”

The indignant protests began as they leaped from their chairs, and I stood and shouted. “Silence!”

“The public service will be to serve me and all my needs from 5:00 this afternoon to noon on Sunday. I mean ALL my needs, and I expect both of you to do as you’re told!”

Ashley indignantly replied, “You mean you expect us…”

I interrupted, “I expect you to make a choice. You created this situation, and now you must make a decision.” I glanced at the clock on the wall and noted the time as 9:30. “ I will be leaving early today, and if you are not at my home by 5:00, I’ll know you’ve made your decision. I will then contact the corporate attorney, and he will take it from there. The same goes for tardiness; one minute past will have the same result.”

I opened my office door as I finished that last sentence to punctuate the seriousness of it. “You may bring a small bag of personal care items if you decide to come to me. I’m sure you have work to do, so I won’t detain you any longer.”

The hesitation was longer than brief, but eventually, they looked at each other, breezed by me, and went out the door without making eye contact.

Following this confrontation, they stormed into their office on the floor below. They closed the door and slumped into their chairs before they began to speak about what had just happened.

Ashley began, “I can’t believe this shit; we were so careful. How could he have found out?”

“I’m not sure, but he must have, otherwise, how would he know?”

Ashley stood, walked to the window, and gazed out, deep in thought. The park across the street was alive with joggers, walkers, and people simply enjoying the weather.

She turned, walked to Eric, and said with a sigh of resignation, “What do you want to do?”

She kneeled next to his chair, noticed the bulge in his pants, and said, “Your dick is hard! You’re excited by this? Do you realize he’s going to take a strap to our asses and God only knows what else?”

Eric adjusted his erection in his pants and said, “It seems like a small price to pay. We did steal a lot of money. We paid off our house and then some. We stand to lose everything here.”

Ashley was standing with her arms crossed, with a pained expression on her face. She knew it was all true but was having difficulty coming to grips with it.

He stood and embraced her. She responded with a kiss as she gently stroked his erection through his thin pants. He whispered in her ear, “He fucked Maria in accounting, and she told me his dick was impressive.”

She pushed him away and playfully slapped his chest, “You’re terrible, do you know that?” She stood with her arms crossed for a moment, then said with a grin, “How impressive?”

“I’m not sure, but we could find out.”

She was beginning to weaken; she actually found him attractive, also. It’s not like they haven’t done this sort of thing before with other guys. It was the giving up of the control that was different. They would be like chastised children being disciplined and then required to submit to the demands of another man. She felt the stirrings of arousal between her legs, and Eric’s hard-on was straining against his pants now.

“Ok, let’s do it.”

They arrived at his residence fifteen minutes early, after having to wrangle his address out of HR when they realized he hadn’t given it to them. The house looked massive and opulent, and Ashley noticed that Eric’s erection was still prominent as she rang the doorbell.

I put my robe on as I heard the peal of the doorbell. I glanced at the clock and noticed that my guests were early. That was a good start to the weekend. I opened the door and graciously invited them in. I noticed Eric’s erection immediately as he brushed by me and thought to myself that he would be very into what was about to happen.

I closed the door, locked it, turned to my two anxious guests, and said, “I’ll have to ask you to disrobe right here; you will remain unclothed for the entirety of your time here.”

Ashley was adorably embarrassed and delayed her disrobing, but Eric obeyed immediately, and his erection bobbed up and down as he pulled his pants off. I watched Ashley intently as she stripped, and, to her credit, she maintained eye contact, despite her deep blush.

“Fold your clothes neatly and follow me,” I said as they moved to comply. I led them to an open wall safe.

“Place your clothes in here,” I directed, “there is a timer that is set to go off at noon on Sunday, at which time the safe will open, and you will be free to put your clothes back on.”

I directed them down the hall to my master bedroom, admiring both of their creamy white asses as I followed them.

I directed them to the center of the room and ordered, “Hand on your heads.” They complied, and they were both worthy of admiration. I walked around them, squeezing both their asses. I moved in front of Ashley, cupping her breasts in each hand first and then tweaking her nipples, enjoying the wince of pain. I ordered her to spread her feet apart, and when she complied, I licked my finger and began to run it up and down her slit. She had her eyes tightly closed, but I could hear her breathing faster, and she was moving her hips slightly forward and back.

Eric was watching intently, and his cock appeared to have gotten harder, and he began breathing harder as I moved over to him. I loomed over him, with 7” in height above his 5’ 7” frame. and abruptly grabbed his ballsack in a firm grip. He began to gasp as I moved up to his cock, which was about 7” and as thick as two fingers, and began to stroke it. I could see he was close to cumming, so I stopped and lightly smeared the precum over the head of his cock.

I backed away and faced them and said, “We are going to spend a lot of intimate time together over the next thirty-one hours, so let’s discuss the rules. Please be respectful and use Yes, sir and No, sir" when you answer me. Do you understand?”

They both nodded in agreement, and I could feel my cock harden even more, tenting the front of my robe. The sight wasn’t lost on his two reluctant guests, and their gaze was directly locked on it.

“I believe that you, Ashley, were the brains of the operation, and you, pointing to Eric, were the technical operative. Am I correct in this assumption?”

I was greeted with two nods again from his guests and said, “Very well then, Ashley, please go to the closet and retrieve the leather strap hanging on the door. The angst that such a request created was evident on her face, but she complied with only slight hesitation. She approached him and handed him the strap with eyes downcast.

She attempted to move away to resume her previous position, but I grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her back. “You’re going first. I think twenty straps across that bare bottom is warranted.” 

“Twenty!!” she protested in a loud voice to no avail. I spun her around and applied the strap to her bare bottom with a loud crack. She screamed and attempted to cover her bottom with her hand, but I grabbed both wrists and held them firmly. “Count them, that would be one, sir.” This was followed by another hard swat across her bottom, and she obediently responded with the appropriate respectful count. The strapping went on, with her dancing away from the blows at the end, but her punishment was finally concluded. I sent her, sniffling, back to her spot and ordered her to turn around and stand with her hands on her head. Her gorgeous ass was cherry red and looked lovely.

Eric was next, and I ordered him over to stand in front of me, hands on his head. His cock looked hard as a rock, and the head of it had turned a light shade of purple. I wondered to myself if he would shoot off during his punishment. “You played a lesser role, so your punishment will be lighter; you will receive ten strokes with the strap.” Ashley stomped her foot in disapproval as she looked over her shoulder at her naked husband.

“Thank you, sir,” the last part of that was interrupted by the strap across his ass. He uttered a high shriek, and he responded with “One, sir.” He did not attempt to cover his bottom although he bounced up and down with the fast and hard swats across his ass. Just as I had suspected, the seventh swat resulted in a thick shot of cum erupting from his full erection. I allowed him to stroke it as I applied the last three swats and watched as he emptied his balls.

His punishment finished, he was breathing heavily, still standing with his hands on his head. I walked over to Ashley and slapped her sore bottom with the palm of my hand and said, “Get on your knees and clean your husband’s cock.”

She jumped and squealed when I smacked her bottom but stomped over and poutily complied with my request. She licked his shaft clean, and he moaned slightly as she took him in her mouth and moved up and down on it.

I watched this erotic scene for a moment or two longer and then opened my robe, revealing my full, and somewhat painful, erection. “OK, that’s enough. Now both of you over here, on your knees.” I leaned back against my dresser, thrusting my hips forward. They both hurried over and were immediately on their knees and required no further instruction. They started with my balls and worked their way up, taking turns moving their mouths up and down my cock shaft. With my head back, I stood relaxed and enjoyed their ministrations for a while. 

I interrupted the squishy sounds their mouths were making on my cock as I pulled Ashley to her feet, her mouth making a loud ‘plop’ sound as she stood. I kissed her, tasting my muskiness as well as Eric’s, and began to run my finger gently up and down her slit. She broke the kiss after a few minutes, breathing heavily and with a slight moan. Eric was totally focused on my cock, and his mouth was dutifully servicing me, oblivious to what was happening with his wife.

I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you first.” Eric reluctantly gave up my cock as he stood and watched as I led his wife to the bed and pushed her back on it. She spread her legs without direction from me. I rudely and forcefully thrust myself into her well-lubricated hole, hearing her gasp loudly, and began to vigorously fuck her. Eric stood by me, watching as I forcefully took his wife. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Ashley was moaning loudly. Eric gently squeezed and rubbed my ass cheek as he began to stroke his semi-erection, intently watching his wife being fucked. I continued driving into her until I felt her convulse around my cock, and her moans became higher pitched as she completed her orgasm. I then abruptly pulled out and pulled her to her feet, gasping and breathless.

 “Go to the bedside table and retrieve the lube from the top drawer,” I ordered, and she complied, her gait a bit unsteady. She returned, and I ordered Eric to spread his ass and instructed her to lube him. I stood and stroked his cock as she prepared him for me. He was breathing faster, and his cock was beginning to harden as he said, “I’ve never had anyone as thick as you.”

I gently squeezed his balls and said, “We’re about to change that.” I ordered Ashley to lube my cock, and she did so on her knees, running her tongue around the head unbidden before she did so. Eric turned and placed his hands on the bed, palms down, as his wife spread his cheeks open for me. I placed the thick, swollen head of my cock against his slick bottom hole and pushed my way in. I involuntarily groaned at the incredible tightness, and my groan was drowned out by Eric’s as I began to thrust in and out. He placed his left hand back and pushed against my thigh in an unsuccessful effort to slow my pace. I was establishing a rhythm, and I couldn’t be stopped. The slick and tight hole accepted my thrusts against his will, and he uttered a deep, guttural groan as I moved deeper. Ashley had moved to a position on the bed so she could watch his face as I fucked him. She had her legs spread and was furiously rubbing her love button as I sank my full length into her husband's ass.

I reached around and firmly grasped his cock, which was now fully erect. I pumped him as I slowly withdrew and then fully inserted my cock in his ass. I was having difficulty holding back, so I released his cock and, placing one hand on each ass cheek, I began to pound his ass mercilessly. He uttered a loud squealing moan as I fucked him. Ashley screamed as she began to cum, and this set me off. I felt myself swell, and I emptied my balls in him.

I pulled out slowly, breathing heavily, and he collapsed on the floor. Ashley was also breathing heavily from her orgasm. She lay on her stomach, revealing her gorgeous ass, still pink from the earlier strapping. She and Eric gently kissed, and she smoothed his hair back, giving him comfort after the pounding his ass had just taken.

I allowed them this moment of intimacy and then pulled him to his feet, noticing that my cum was beginning to leak out and down his leg. I hugged him, kissed him on the top of his head, and said, “Go clean yourself up, then run me a hot bath in my garden tub. Add some of the green bath crystals too.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied and jumped as I smacked his ass with the palm of my hand. I pulled Ashley off the bed and kissed her deeply, squeezing her sore ass as I did. She wiggled a bit but never broke the kiss. 

“Go to the bar and pour me a Scotch, about two fingers of the 12-year-old Macallan. I’ll need a cigar from the humidor as well. You...