Dressed for Success

"Exactly," Eryn said with another smack of the crop. "So obviously, I'm going to have to be your boss. It's just a formality, really." She brought the crop down on his ass again, and he could feel her legs shifting underneath him. He realized she was doing it on purpose, moving barely enough to stroke his cock with her soft, smooth boots. "I'm already completely in control; we've established that. So we'll simply have to fill out some paperwork to make that official."

"I, unnh, ohhh..." Something about that didn't sound quite right to Harry, but he was so close to the edge now, and every time he tried to think it through she swatted him again, and soon his mind crumbled down into sensation and he moaned out, "Yes..."

"Very, very good, Harry," Eryn said, patting him with a relentless series of light blows all over his ass. "And you don't need to worry, Harry. I really do admire you. And I'm going to take very...good...care of you." She wiggled her hips one last time, and Harry couldn't take any more. He felt his balls tighten and he came hard all over Eryn's boots.

"And just think," she said as she gently petted his back, "they say you can't get good help anymore."

THE END