October 12, 2025 • 26 mins
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When Claire, the fiercely independent head of the accounts office, is assigned a new trainee, she anticipates the usual challenges of office life. What she doesn’t expect is the arrival of Luke—the charming, reckless son of her demanding boss. With his spoiled attitude and mischievous smile, he quickly transforms from an annoyance to a tantalizing puzzle.
As Claire's patience wears thin, she realizes that to bring him in line, she must embrace her true nature: a dominant femme fatale who knows how to take charge. But this is no ordinary workplace dynamic. With each heated encounter, Claire finds herself drawn deeper into a world of submission and desire where boundaries blur, and the thrill of power ignites an undeniable chemistry.
In a battle of wills that straddles the line between pleasure and pain, Luke discovers that beneath Claire's commanding exterior lies a passion that promises to shatter their preconceived notions of love and authority. Can she tame the boss's son, or will their fiery connection lead them to a place neither of them anticipated?
Dive into Taming the Boss's Son—a standalone novella where dark romance meets erotic drama, and enemies become lovers in the most unexpected of ways.
When Claire, the fiercely independent head of the accounts office, is assigned a new trainee, she anticipates the usual challenges of office life. What she doesn’t expect is the arrival of Luke—the charming, reckless son of her demanding boss. With his spoiled attitude and mischievous smile, he quickly transforms from an annoyance to a tantalizing puzzle.
As Claire's patience wears thin, she realizes that to bring him in line, she must embrace her true nature: a dominant femme fatale who knows how to take charge. But this is no ordinary workplace dynamic. With each heated encounter, Claire finds herself drawn deeper into a world of submission and desire where boundaries blur, and the thrill of power ignites an undeniable chemistry.
In a battle of wills that straddles the line between pleasure and pain, Luke discovers that beneath Claire's commanding exterior lies a passion that promises to shatter their preconceived notions of love and authority. Can she tame the boss's son, or will their fiery connection lead them to a place neither of them anticipated?
Dive into Taming the Boss's Son—a standalone novella where dark romance meets erotic drama, and enemies become lovers in the most unexpected of ways.
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Speaker 1 (00:30):
Hi, it is Devlin. I want to take a moment
before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't
skip this notice. It's just too important to ignore. As
you may already know, recently, several adult podcasts just like
Central Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These
(00:55):
weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down
by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We
have seen this before, when YouTube remove my video channel,
when SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice,
no warning. They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands
(01:20):
of listeners frustrated. It is part of an ongoing assault
by the powers that be to censor anything they deem
unsuitable for you to enjoy. So to make sure you
never miss an episode, the only way I can guarantee
you'll always have access to your favorite stories is by
(01:41):
downloading the Central Awakenings app. It's safe, private, nonsensored, and
completely commercial free, just the way stories for consenting grown
ups are meant to be. It doesn't matter if you
are on an Android or an Apple phone. You can
just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's
(02:03):
notes or visit me at wildibed dot com and follow
the links there to download the app. Thank you for
listening and thank you for staying with me. So for now,
just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi, it's Devlin
(02:31):
and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed, your
destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, tonight,
I thought I might give you a little surprise. It's
(02:52):
a little bit of femdom fantasy. Claire works and accounts
and when a new trainee is thrust upon her, she
has to take control, something she has never done before.
You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on
your bed. Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes,
(03:17):
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to me,
just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and
hold it for a moment and then release it with
(03:40):
a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For
the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you in
my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax,
your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to re Lei
(04:00):
or inner desires. As you listen to my voice and
feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy
tonight's show, the numbers danced across the screen. Claire always
found it mildly amusing how they moved in cartworld, she
(04:22):
found it really curious that no one else saw it.
They only apparently saw static numbers, digits that they could
either count up or down. Of course, Claire could do
both of those with numbers as well, but that's not
what made them special. It was what they could do
for her alone. That's probably why she worked in accounts.
(04:45):
It was she kidding, she thought to herself as she
sighed toying with the pen on her desk. Middle aged, single,
three grown up boys, and her RIDEA of having fun
was watching numbers dance on the screen. Fuck, you don't
get sadder than that, she mumbled to herself, Looking out
(05:06):
the corner window of her office over the expanse of
tarmac beneath her, She thought, when they said she could
have a corner office with a view, the view would
be a lot greener, not just an expanse of gray
stretching out as far as the eye could see. And
as to the corner office. Well, yes it was. It
(05:29):
was definitely in a corner, secreted beyond all the story's
rooms that no one ever visited. She barely saw her
soul from week to week. Of course, once payday came around,
her office filled with life, mainly the sales staff who
wanted to argue why their wages were too low. She
(05:49):
had raised three boys on her own. A bunch of
irate salespeople held no fears for her despite her slight sighs,
and they always left mumby apologetically. That had been three
days ago and had been the soul some of her
social interaction with the rest of the staff until next payday. God,
(06:13):
she was bored. Looking back to her screen, her shoulders
slumped as she thought she may as well get on
with work. Well it was that, or maybe find some
pawn on the internet and indulge in some mean time. Suddenly,
a knock at her door shattered her thoughts. The sales
(06:34):
staff didn't knock, and no one ever came down here.
Refusing to stand, she just called out come in as
strongly as she could. The door swung open, and a
young man walked in, dressed in a well tailored suit
that was obviously also very new. Can I help you,
(06:59):
she asked, deciding he must be a new trainee and
was obviously lost on Barry. Dad. Sorry, mister Whittaker said
I should do some work experience with you, he said,
his voice brimming with arrogance. You're Clare, right, he asked,
giving her a strange look. Yes, I am, and I
(07:22):
don't know anything about this, she replied, curtly. You said
you might say this, so he gave me this letter,
Barry said, as he looked disapprovingly around her office. This
did not help her mood. She did not want to
babysit the boss's son, and why the hell didn't he
(07:44):
tell her directly? Her temper really was not getting any
better looking at the letter. It just said that she
should take him under her wing, as one day he
would be her boss. Uh, she muttered. I better come
and see Dad to see what I meant to do
with you. You can't. He's gone away for a week,
(08:06):
so I guess I'm kinder in charge, Barry said, his
voice full of pomposity. Great Claire mumbled, although she had
to admit it was fairly typical. She hadn't met with
the boss since she joined the company five years ago.
It wasn't exactly unheard of for them to give out
(08:29):
instructions and not tell her how she was affected. Okay,
there's a table and chair in the corner you can
use that. I'm guessing I have given you a password
for the PC they have, but shouldn't I have your desk.
I will be the boss soon, he said, with that
(08:50):
now familiar tone of arrogance. You tam well will not,
She sneered. This was going to be a week from hell, obviously.
Barry shuffled to the far desk, took coffee, his over
priced jacket and put it over the back of the chair.
Before sitting down, he asked, could I have at least
(09:12):
a cup of coffee? Claire had three kids who would
all enjoy it a very lazy teenage experience. She was
prepared for this question before he was even born. Yes,
you can back up the corridor the way you came,
turn left at the end. Follow that corridor to the end.
The kitchen is there. I'll have one too, black, no sugar,
(09:34):
thank you, she said sternly. Obviously a little crestfallen. Barry
skulked out of the office, returning five minutes later, with
two cups of coffee. No cookies, Claire said with a
wry smile. Barry just glared at her as he set
her coffee down before returning to his corner table and
(09:58):
switching on the computer, suppressing her kickle Claire could only
smile as she watched him. Maybe she could make this
week fun as daddy was away. Reaching into the drawer
of her desk, she retrieved two cookies in a paper napkin.
(10:19):
She couldn't abide crumbs on the desk, but she couldn't
have without cookies with her coffee, so paper napkins it was.
Barry watched her as she took a genteel bite of
the first cookie, licking his lips, his eyes burning with hunger,
desperation getting the better of him, he stood up and
(10:41):
leaned across her desk, reaching for the spare cookie. Damn,
he was so predictable. The experience of motherhood rose through Claire,
and her hand shot out with lightning speed, cracking across
the back of Barry's hand. He recalled, nursing the wound
hand as if he had been bitten by a snake.
(11:03):
I thought that was for me, he whined, Obviously his
parents didn't go in for spanking or any form of
discipline by the looks of it. Claire's eyes were suddenly
caught by the growing bulge in his pants. Really, you
like that spanking on the hand, Thankful none of her
(11:24):
sons has shown such masochistic tendencies. Claire had to smile
to herself. He was just a boy with a body
full of spunkn nowhere to put it. You can have
a cookie if you're good, Claire said, realizing he hadn't
picked up the sarcasm in her tone. She watched him
(11:45):
return to his desk, his shoulders fallen as if he
was a broken man. In the filing cabinet, the second drawer,
you'll find a Voldemart bank reconciliation. You can enter those
detail today. Then maybe you can have a cookie, she said,
before taking another bite of her cookie. Barry stood and
(12:10):
opened the filing cabinet, pulling out the bulging fold of
marked bank reconciliation. He stared at it in despair. What
all of them, he whined. Jesus whining had to stop.
They could sack her if they wanted, but there was
no way she was suffering this all week. Barry glared
(12:33):
at her, defiantly, daring her to respond. Claire waited for
a moment, just to see if his petulance would go
any deeper, willing him to stomp his feet. If you
are going to act like a spoiled child, then I
will treat you like one, Claire thought to herself. Putting
her half eating cookie on the napkin, she rose from
(12:56):
her seat and crossed the room. In slow, deliberate tone,
she said, you are in my office, and you do
what I say. His lip rumbled as he glad at her,
his eyes burning anger before he said shan't, won't, before
taking the file and throwing it to the floor, scattering
(13:19):
the paperwork everywhere. Something from Claire's passed erupted inside her.
She had dealt with three annoying teenagers. She was damn
sure this one would not get the better of her.
Without thinking, instinct kicked in as she grabbed his wrist,
turning him in one easy movement, she pushed him against
(13:41):
the finding cabinet, slamming the door shut as her other
hand made a large, wide dark and connected loudly with
his ass. She was obviously out of practice, as she
never remembered it stinging like this, but fuck that felt good.
Five years of being imprisoned, five years of frustration, and
(14:03):
god knows how many years of sexual frustration, and this
boy walks into her office claiming to be the boss.
Suddenly she felt released, her whole body tingled with the
energy of power. Her pussy sprung from its comba, and
for the first time in years, throbbed with pleasure. Damn it,
(14:28):
she felt strong. She returned to her desk and took
her place back on the chair. She picked up a
cookie and took a bite before studying Barry as he
slowly turned back from the fighting cabinet, his pants tempting aggressively,
his eyes focused squarely on the ground. Well, aren't we
(14:52):
the kinky one? I wonder if mommy and Daddy know
how much you like to be spanked, she mused. Do
we understand each other? She asked curtly. Barry just nodded,
obviously aware of his erection. He tried his best to
cover it, moving his arms in front of him. For
(15:14):
a moment, Claire wondered where this had come from. She
had never considered herself as being dominant, more, describing herself
as a mildly angry mouse, but for some reason, she
was more turned on than she could remember being in
a very long time. Her pussy was positively dripping down
(15:36):
her thighs. Maybe it is just a culmination of years
of frustration, she muttered, without realizing she had said it
out loud. Sorry, Barry whispered. Sorry. Miss Claire snapped back curtly,
I will have respect when you address me. Suddenly concerned
(15:56):
she may be taking this a little too far, just
shuffled and muttered, Sorry, miss, speak up, boy. It might
be a small office, but I need to be able
to hear you, She said, the sensation of power and
strength flooding her body. Barry trembled as he spoke again,
(16:20):
lifting his chin to enunciate better. Sorry, miss, he said,
his voice stronger, more authoritative. And put your arms down
when you speak to me, she commanded, grinning. Without thinking,
Barry put his arms down to his sides, leaving his
(16:41):
hidden erection exposed all but for his pants. This sensation
that flooded through her power, she presumed, was intoxicating, addictive,
and she was drunk as a skunk on it. Pick
up those papers, said briefly. Barry kneeled on the ground.
(17:04):
Claire listened to the shuffling of papers. Her body was
doing strange things between her thighs. She could feel she
was sudden. The slick on her thighs paid tribute to that,
but there was something else. She looked again at Barry
and saw he was still crouched over, trying to collect
all the paperwork and make sure it's in order, she said,
(17:27):
insuring herself a little more time to satisfy her curiosity.
Pushing her hand between her thighs, she pulled her long
skirt up, her fingers dancing gently over her panties. As
soon as she made that connection, her hand shot up
to suppress a moan. Fuck. Her pussy was positively buzzing
(17:49):
with electric energy. She would have to find a way
to get some me time shortly to relieve this tension.
There was no way she could operate on the sensible
level with sensations this intense burning through a body. As
her senses moved away from the ache between a thighs,
she realized the shuffling of papers had stopped and was
(18:12):
now replaced by a quiet, moaning sound. Suddenly, sense prodded
her brain. This desk had no modesty board. Barry had
no doubt, just witnessed everything from a very personal angle.
She could only imagine how hard his cock was. Now,
(18:35):
fuck the very thought of it. You like that, she
asked teasingly. Yes, miss, His voice, raptured with lust, came
from beneath the desk. The wave of intoxication hit her again,
Her inabitions now lost completely. She slid the drawer of
(18:57):
a desk open once more and retrieved a small chocolate egg.
She kept them for special moments, but she decided she
needed a treat right now. Taking the chocolate egg, she
slipped it between her thighs, Moving her panties to one side,
(19:18):
she pushed it between the dripping lips of her sex.
Now retrieve it using your mouth and tongue, she said,
parting her thighs, inviting me. A moment of sensibility flickered
in her mind before she said, And if it melts
before you retrieve it, you can lick every bit of
(19:41):
chocolate out of my pussy. Yes, miss, and Barry said enthusiastically.
He pressed his face between her thighs, his tongue flicking
animalistically at a pussy pushing deep inside. She could fill
the egg, moving and his tongue exploring every inch of
(20:03):
her pussy to retrieve it. Her cow clutched ferociously, as
if a wild beast had been awakened. Whether he planned
it or not, his nose rubbed her clit aggressively, his
breath teasing it as if it was the most sensitive
kiss fuck. She could feel her orgasm burning through her.
It had been so long since she had had an
(20:24):
intense orgasm with any one but herself, but this was
something quite different. She wrapped her legs around his head,
her heeled shoes digging into his back, squeezing him so
tightly she could feel his desperate pants for breath. Somehow,
the sensation of those breaths only served to intensify the
(20:46):
feelings moving through her. Pushing her fingers through his hair,
she pulled him even tighter against her. The feeling of
power was overwhelming, rubbing her pussy against his face, His
stubble prickled at her folds, sending a new wave of
sensations ricocheting through her. As her pussy clutched angrily, her
(21:07):
cold burning with the swirling moving through her, she couldn't
hold back any longer. Her orgasm growled as it rose
through her body, a dragon awaking and wanting satisfaction Desperately.
It clutched at his tongue as her thighs tensed, forcing
a squeal of pain from his lips as her orgasm
(21:29):
exploded through her body. Stand up, she said, in a
tone that invited no debate. Barry stood, his cock so
hardly threatened to burst through his pants. Drop your pants,
she commanded, as she stood moving in front of the desk,
collecting the three foot roll from the desk's side on
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the way round. She had rarely used it before, as
it was intended for doing presentations on the whiteboard and
as nobody ever came, but damn she would find a
use for it now. As Barry's pants dropped to the ground,
she said, and your boxes. He hurriedly pushed his boxes down,
(22:15):
his cock standing proudly in the air. Sitting on the
edge of the desk, She lifted her skirt and slid
her panties off. Fuck me now, she commanded. Barry pushed
between her folds. He obviously had not much experience with sex,
but Claire didn't care. He was enthusiastic and fit. She
(22:38):
just needed that cock inside her. Thrusting Wrapping her legs
around his waist, she pulled him harder on to her,
forcing his cock to push even deeper. Fuck me harder,
she cried, as she raised the rule, slapping it against
his ass. In perfect response, Barry grasped thighs and hammered
(23:01):
deep into a pussy, and again the rule came down,
the sound echoing around the room. Harder, Harder, she commanded.
Barry threw his whole body into fucking her, pounding her
pussy with every ounce of strength he had. Her pussy
trembled violently as the sensations of his girth stretching her lips,
(23:22):
burning through her body. Thrust after thrust pushed alonger pussy,
forcing her orgasm to grow again, electricity shooting through every
inch of her body as she convulsed in raptures of pleasure.
One more strike of the rule and his body tensed.
He shuddered from head to toe as his warm com
(23:44):
erupted inside a pussy. Claire's body exploded in response to
the sensation as her orgasm avalanched down her body. For
long moments, they panted, just enjoying the feelings, the shroud
of it's embracing every cell of Claire's body. As Barry
(24:05):
stood back, Claire asked, so, when your daddy retires, who's
the boss? I'm sorry, miss, his voice sounding confused. I
am no, young man. You have so much still to learn,
she said, raising her foot and pressing the heel of
(24:27):
her shoe down the flat of his stomach, teasing it along.
He's still pulsing cock lifting her skirt, she simply said,
she is, and never forget it. Next week we have
a brand new fantasy, or maybe two. This one was
sent him by a man. Yes, there are men listening,
(24:51):
quite a few as it goes, So hello out there
to all you men. They're quite a bit shyy with
their fantasies and the ladies other until next week when
we can get Wild in Bed all over again.
Speaker 2 (25:05):
This is Devil in Wild Wishing use salacious dreams. As
you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now
and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing
pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the puritan few.
(25:26):
You can find the links in this show's notes or
by visiting Wildinbed dot com. A tot in a duct
(26:04):
last and beat
Speaker 1 (26:11):
At the dundas
Hi, it is Devlin. I want to take a moment
before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't
skip this notice. It's just too important to ignore. As
you may already know, recently, several adult podcasts just like
Central Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These
(00:55):
weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down
by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We
have seen this before, when YouTube remove my video channel,
when SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice,
no warning. They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands
(01:20):
of listeners frustrated. It is part of an ongoing assault
by the powers that be to censor anything they deem
unsuitable for you to enjoy. So to make sure you
never miss an episode, the only way I can guarantee
you'll always have access to your favorite stories is by
(01:41):
downloading the Central Awakenings app. It's safe, private, nonsensored, and
completely commercial free, just the way stories for consenting grown
ups are meant to be. It doesn't matter if you
are on an Android or an Apple phone. You can
just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's
(02:03):
notes or visit me at wildibed dot com and follow
the links there to download the app. Thank you for
listening and thank you for staying with me. So for now,
just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi, it's Devlin
(02:31):
and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed, your
destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, tonight,
I thought I might give you a little surprise. It's
(02:52):
a little bit of femdom fantasy. Claire works and accounts
and when a new trainee is thrust upon her, she
has to take control, something she has never done before.
You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on
your bed. Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes,
(03:17):
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to me,
just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and
hold it for a moment and then release it with
(03:40):
a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For
the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you in
my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax,
your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to re Lei
(04:00):
or inner desires. As you listen to my voice and
feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy
tonight's show, the numbers danced across the screen. Claire always
found it mildly amusing how they moved in cartworld, she
(04:22):
found it really curious that no one else saw it.
They only apparently saw static numbers, digits that they could
either count up or down. Of course, Claire could do
both of those with numbers as well, but that's not
what made them special. It was what they could do
for her alone. That's probably why she worked in accounts.
(04:45):
It was she kidding, she thought to herself as she
sighed toying with the pen on her desk. Middle aged, single,
three grown up boys, and her RIDEA of having fun
was watching numbers dance on the screen. Fuck, you don't
get sadder than that, she mumbled to herself, Looking out
(05:06):
the corner window of her office over the expanse of
tarmac beneath her, She thought, when they said she could
have a corner office with a view, the view would
be a lot greener, not just an expanse of gray
stretching out as far as the eye could see. And
as to the corner office. Well, yes it was. It
(05:29):
was definitely in a corner, secreted beyond all the story's
rooms that no one ever visited. She barely saw her
soul from week to week. Of course, once payday came around,
her office filled with life, mainly the sales staff who
wanted to argue why their wages were too low. She
(05:49):
had raised three boys on her own. A bunch of
irate salespeople held no fears for her despite her slight sighs,
and they always left mumby apologetically. That had been three
days ago and had been the soul some of her
social interaction with the rest of the staff until next payday. God,
(06:13):
she was bored. Looking back to her screen, her shoulders
slumped as she thought she may as well get on
with work. Well it was that, or maybe find some
pawn on the internet and indulge in some mean time. Suddenly,
a knock at her door shattered her thoughts. The sales
(06:34):
staff didn't knock, and no one ever came down here.
Refusing to stand, she just called out come in as
strongly as she could. The door swung open, and a
young man walked in, dressed in a well tailored suit
that was obviously also very new. Can I help you,
(06:59):
she asked, deciding he must be a new trainee and
was obviously lost on Barry. Dad. Sorry, mister Whittaker said
I should do some work experience with you, he said,
his voice brimming with arrogance. You're Clare, right, he asked,
giving her a strange look. Yes, I am, and I
(07:22):
don't know anything about this, she replied, curtly. You said
you might say this, so he gave me this letter,
Barry said, as he looked disapprovingly around her office. This
did not help her mood. She did not want to
babysit the boss's son, and why the hell didn't he
(07:44):
tell her directly? Her temper really was not getting any
better looking at the letter. It just said that she
should take him under her wing, as one day he
would be her boss. Uh, she muttered. I better come
and see Dad to see what I meant to do
with you. You can't. He's gone away for a week,
(08:06):
so I guess I'm kinder in charge, Barry said, his
voice full of pomposity. Great Claire mumbled, although she had
to admit it was fairly typical. She hadn't met with
the boss since she joined the company five years ago.
It wasn't exactly unheard of for them to give out
(08:29):
instructions and not tell her how she was affected. Okay,
there's a table and chair in the corner you can
use that. I'm guessing I have given you a password
for the PC they have, but shouldn't I have your desk.
I will be the boss soon, he said, with that
(08:50):
now familiar tone of arrogance. You tam well will not,
She sneered. This was going to be a week from hell, obviously.
Barry shuffled to the far desk, took coffee, his over
priced jacket and put it over the back of the chair.
Before sitting down, he asked, could I have at least
(09:12):
a cup of coffee? Claire had three kids who would
all enjoy it a very lazy teenage experience. She was
prepared for this question before he was even born. Yes,
you can back up the corridor the way you came,
turn left at the end. Follow that corridor to the end.
The kitchen is there. I'll have one too, black, no sugar,
(09:34):
thank you, she said sternly. Obviously a little crestfallen. Barry
skulked out of the office, returning five minutes later, with
two cups of coffee. No cookies, Claire said with a
wry smile. Barry just glared at her as he set
her coffee down before returning to his corner table and
(09:58):
switching on the computer, suppressing her kickle Claire could only
smile as she watched him. Maybe she could make this
week fun as daddy was away. Reaching into the drawer
of her desk, she retrieved two cookies in a paper napkin.
(10:19):
She couldn't abide crumbs on the desk, but she couldn't
have without cookies with her coffee, so paper napkins it was.
Barry watched her as she took a genteel bite of
the first cookie, licking his lips, his eyes burning with hunger,
desperation getting the better of him, he stood up and
(10:41):
leaned across her desk, reaching for the spare cookie. Damn,
he was so predictable. The experience of motherhood rose through Claire,
and her hand shot out with lightning speed, cracking across
the back of Barry's hand. He recalled, nursing the wound
hand as if he had been bitten by a snake.
(11:03):
I thought that was for me, he whined, Obviously his
parents didn't go in for spanking or any form of
discipline by the looks of it. Claire's eyes were suddenly
caught by the growing bulge in his pants. Really, you
like that spanking on the hand, Thankful none of her
(11:24):
sons has shown such masochistic tendencies. Claire had to smile
to herself. He was just a boy with a body
full of spunkn nowhere to put it. You can have
a cookie if you're good, Claire said, realizing he hadn't
picked up the sarcasm in her tone. She watched him
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return to his desk, his shoulders fallen as if he
was a broken man. In the filing cabinet, the second drawer,
you'll find a Voldemart bank reconciliation. You can enter those
detail today. Then maybe you can have a cookie, she said,
before taking another bite of her cookie. Barry stood and
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opened the filing cabinet, pulling out the bulging fold of
marked bank reconciliation. He stared at it in despair. What
all of them, he whined. Jesus whining had to stop.
They could sack her if they wanted, but there was
no way she was suffering this all week. Barry glared
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at her, defiantly, daring her to respond. Claire waited for
a moment, just to see if his petulance would go
any deeper, willing him to stomp his feet. If you
are going to act like a spoiled child, then I
will treat you like one, Claire thought to herself. Putting
her half eating cookie on the napkin, she rose from
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her seat and crossed the room. In slow, deliberate tone,
she said, you are in my office, and you do
what I say. His lip rumbled as he glad at her,
his eyes burning anger before he said shan't, won't, before
taking the file and throwing it to the floor, scattering
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the paperwork everywhere. Something from Claire's passed erupted inside her.
She had dealt with three annoying teenagers. She was damn
sure this one would not get the better of her.
Without thinking, instinct kicked in as she grabbed his wrist,
turning him in one easy movement, she pushed him against
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the finding cabinet, slamming the door shut as her other
hand made a large, wide dark and connected loudly with
his ass. She was obviously out of practice, as she
never remembered it stinging like this, but fuck that felt good.
Five years of being imprisoned, five years of frustration, and
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god knows how many years of sexual frustration, and this
boy walks into her office claiming to be the boss.
Suddenly she felt released, her whole body tingled with the
energy of power. Her pussy sprung from its comba, and
for the first time in years, throbbed with pleasure. Damn it,
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she felt strong. She returned to her desk and took
her place back on the chair. She picked up a
cookie and took a bite before studying Barry as he
slowly turned back from the fighting cabinet, his pants tempting aggressively,
his eyes focused squarely on the ground. Well, aren't we
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the kinky one? I wonder if mommy and Daddy know
how much you like to be spanked, she mused. Do
we understand each other? She asked curtly. Barry just nodded,
obviously aware of his erection. He tried his best to
cover it, moving his arms in front of him. For
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a moment, Claire wondered where this had come from. She
had never considered herself as being dominant, more, describing herself
as a mildly angry mouse, but for some reason, she
was more turned on than she could remember being in
a very long time. Her pussy was positively dripping down
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her thighs. Maybe it is just a culmination of years
of frustration, she muttered, without realizing she had said it
out loud. Sorry, Barry whispered. Sorry. Miss Claire snapped back curtly,
I will have respect when you address me. Suddenly concerned
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she may be taking this a little too far, just
shuffled and muttered, Sorry, miss, speak up, boy. It might
be a small office, but I need to be able
to hear you, She said, the sensation of power and
strength flooding her body. Barry trembled as he spoke again,
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lifting his chin to enunciate better. Sorry, miss, he said,
his voice stronger, more authoritative. And put your arms down
when you speak to me, she commanded, grinning. Without thinking,
Barry put his arms down to his sides, leaving his
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hidden erection exposed all but for his pants. This sensation
that flooded through her power, she presumed, was intoxicating, addictive,
and she was drunk as a skunk on it. Pick
up those papers, said briefly. Barry kneeled on the ground.
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Claire listened to the shuffling of papers. Her body was
doing strange things between her thighs. She could feel she
was sudden. The slick on her thighs paid tribute to that,
but there was something else. She looked again at Barry
and saw he was still crouched over, trying to collect
all the paperwork and make sure it's in order, she said,
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insuring herself a little more time to satisfy her curiosity.
Pushing her hand between her thighs, she pulled her long
skirt up, her fingers dancing gently over her panties. As
soon as she made that connection, her hand shot up
to suppress a moan. Fuck. Her pussy was positively buzzing
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with electric energy. She would have to find a way
to get some me time shortly to relieve this tension.
There was no way she could operate on the sensible
level with sensations this intense burning through a body. As
her senses moved away from the ache between a thighs,
she realized the shuffling of papers had stopped and was
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now replaced by a quiet, moaning sound. Suddenly, sense prodded
her brain. This desk had no modesty board. Barry had
no doubt, just witnessed everything from a very personal angle.
She could only imagine how hard his cock was. Now,
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fuck the very thought of it. You like that, she
asked teasingly. Yes, miss, His voice, raptured with lust, came
from beneath the desk. The wave of intoxication hit her again,
Her inabitions now lost completely. She slid the drawer of
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a desk open once more and retrieved a small chocolate egg.
She kept them for special moments, but she decided she
needed a treat right now. Taking the chocolate egg, she
slipped it between her thighs, Moving her panties to one side,
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she pushed it between the dripping lips of her sex.
Now retrieve it using your mouth and tongue, she said,
parting her thighs, inviting me. A moment of sensibility flickered
in her mind before she said, And if it melts
before you retrieve it, you can lick every bit of
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chocolate out of my pussy. Yes, miss, and Barry said enthusiastically.
He pressed his face between her thighs, his tongue flicking
animalistically at a pussy pushing deep inside. She could fill
the egg, moving and his tongue exploring every inch of
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her pussy to retrieve it. Her cow clutched ferociously, as
if a wild beast had been awakened. Whether he planned
it or not, his nose rubbed her clit aggressively, his
breath teasing it as if it was the most sensitive
kiss fuck. She could feel her orgasm burning through her.
It had been so long since she had had an
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intense orgasm with any one but herself, but this was
something quite different. She wrapped her legs around his head,
her heeled shoes digging into his back, squeezing him so
tightly she could feel his desperate pants for breath. Somehow,
the sensation of those breaths only served to intensify the
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feelings moving through her. Pushing her fingers through his hair,
she pulled him even tighter against her. The feeling of
power was overwhelming, rubbing her pussy against his face, His
stubble prickled at her folds, sending a new wave of
sensations ricocheting through her. As her pussy clutched angrily, her
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cold burning with the swirling moving through her, she couldn't
hold back any longer. Her orgasm growled as it rose
through her body, a dragon awaking and wanting satisfaction Desperately.
It clutched at his tongue as her thighs tensed, forcing
a squeal of pain from his lips as her orgasm
(21:29):
exploded through her body. Stand up, she said, in a
tone that invited no debate. Barry stood, his cock so
hardly threatened to burst through his pants. Drop your pants,
she commanded, as she stood moving in front of the desk,
collecting the three foot roll from the desk's side on
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the way round. She had rarely used it before, as
it was intended for doing presentations on the whiteboard and
as nobody ever came, but damn she would find a
use for it now. As Barry's pants dropped to the ground,
she said, and your boxes. He hurriedly pushed his boxes down,
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his cock standing proudly in the air. Sitting on the
edge of the desk, She lifted her skirt and slid
her panties off. Fuck me now, she commanded. Barry pushed
between her folds. He obviously had not much experience with sex,
but Claire didn't care. He was enthusiastic and fit. She
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just needed that cock inside her. Thrusting Wrapping her legs
around his waist, she pulled him harder on to her,
forcing his cock to push even deeper. Fuck me harder,
she cried, as she raised the rule, slapping it against
his ass. In perfect response, Barry grasped thighs and hammered
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deep into a pussy, and again the rule came down,
the sound echoing around the room. Harder, Harder, she commanded.
Barry threw his whole body into fucking her, pounding her
pussy with every ounce of strength he had. Her pussy
trembled violently as the sensations of his girth stretching her lips,
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burning through her body. Thrust after thrust pushed alonger pussy,
forcing her orgasm to grow again, electricity shooting through every
inch of her body as she convulsed in raptures of pleasure.
One more strike of the rule and his body tensed.
He shuddered from head to toe as his warm com
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erupted inside a pussy. Claire's body exploded in response to
the sensation as her orgasm avalanched down her body. For
long moments, they panted, just enjoying the feelings, the shroud
of it's embracing every cell of Claire's body. As Barry
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stood back, Claire asked, so, when your daddy retires, who's
the boss? I'm sorry, miss, his voice sounding confused. I
am no, young man. You have so much still to learn,
she said, raising her foot and pressing the heel of
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her shoe down the flat of his stomach, teasing it along.
He's still pulsing cock lifting her skirt, she simply said,
she is, and never forget it. Next week we have
a brand new fantasy, or maybe two. This one was
sent him by a man. Yes, there are men listening,
(24:51):
quite a few as it goes, So hello out there
to all you men. They're quite a bit shyy with
their fantasies and the ladies other until next week when
we can get Wild in Bed all over again.
Speaker 2 (25:05):
This is Devil in Wild Wishing use salacious dreams. As
you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now
and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing
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