Spanking Boss Novels & Stories

Stephan snarled, his eyes narrowing, sending shivers down the spines of those present. The man lowered his gaze again, his earlier bravado evaporating under the weight of Stephan’s fury. The boss was known for his fierce demeanor; he was a handsome figure, but his temper kept everyone at a distance. Female employees admired his looks, yet they were equally terrified of his wrath. Those who had tried to seduce him had faced dire consequences—immediate termination and blacklisting from the industry.

“Staying late. Taking your boss’s cock. Wearing my cum like a good little secretary. But I’m not done with you yet.” He pushed back inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk. “Your cock feels even bigger after you spanked me,” I whimpered. “It’s stretching my cum-filled pussy so wide. I can feel every inch sliding in… pushing your previous load deeper. You’re fucking your cum back into your employee, sir.” He started thrusting harder, one hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he growled, spanking me again.

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

“But as it stands right now, that rule exists for a very, very good reason.” “It does,” he agreed. “Which is how I first realized you were special to me. Of everyone I’ve ever employed, you’re the only one that ever made me want to break it.” She smiled a little, even as her cheeks went red. “Or you could stay at Alexander Limited, Trixie. Either way, I won’t be your boss anymore if I sell.” Trixie almost dropped her drink. “Nice catch,” he teased. “Thanks. Wasting good whiskey by spilling it would be a shame. Now. Can you please tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”

But got no response. “I am pregnant, Mum. With your first grandchild.” 'Slap.' I held my cheek in disbelief, staring at her. Tania laughed delicately. “Oh. Well, don’t be dramatic. I just need you to be quiet. Very, very quiet.” By now, men in black suits had already led most of the Dregs away, leaving only two behind, their heads still bowed, and I didn't need a soothsayer to know that the Dregs led away would be killed.

— I love it — I said, feeling that I was getting confident and that I was not ashamed at all. — Well, all this belongs to you, but for now it's time to cover it up — He laughed, putting on his pants - You look beautiful too, I know it's hard for you to move, so if you let me I could dress you up — You should know, dear boss, you don't ask for permission for that — I clarified cynically while I placed my hands on my breasts, eager for him to take off his clothes again and attack me. — Ummm you want to provoke me! — he mumbled without taking his eyes off me

As much as my pride told me to take it and leave, I couldn't let my body suffer right after I came replenishing it from Maldives. So I tried to reason, "Umm… Actually, Boss, I just came back from a long trip—" "Sorry, is that my concern?" he interrupted, his tone sharp. I bit my lip, feeling my frustration rise. "I mean—" "I am your boss, Liana. I don't have to be concerned where you were or what you were doing. I want my work done," he said, his words cold and final. I understood then that there was no point in arguing with him. He was clearly bitter about the rejection, and I had no doubt he would only make things harder for me if I pushed back.