The Carrot and the Stick by C. P. Vanner Page A

suspenders and shoes on,’ he told her. ‘Now walk to the door and back.’
    Beth did as he said, walking very slowly away from him, placing one foot in front of the other so that her punished buttocks jiggled and swung from side to side as she moved. At the door she posed coyly for him, and then returned, her full breasts swaying as her buttocks had done.
    â€˜The contract,’ she said, once back at the desk. Kearns found the referred to clause in the document and made the agreed changes in ink. ‘Initial it,’ Beth said.
    He did so without a word, and then sat back in his chair, waiting for her to proceed. Beth dropped to her knees in front of him and finished undoing his trousers, and gasped as she pulled down his underpants and took out his penis. What it lacked in length it certainly made up in width. She nuzzled it between her soft breasts, pressing them together with her hands so that it was surrounded by her warm and giving flesh. She rocked slowly up and down as Kearns leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his fingers in her hair. After a minute or two, as his breathing became faster, she felt his hands pressing her head down. She wondered if her mouth could encompass his organ, and knew she would enjoy the challenge.
    She moistened it first with her tongue, licking around the head and then up and down the shaft. When it was wet enough she stretched her lips wide and slid her mouth over the tip and down its length. It was a tight fit, filling her mouth and nudging into her throat. As she breathed through her nose she let her tongue do the work, licking and sucking simultaneously, slowly at first and then with an increased tempo.
    She knew it would not be long. Kearns twisted his fingers in her hair, telling her that she was a bad, bad girl, and how next time he would stick his great cock in her naughty bottom. With every word Beth twirled her tongue around the purple helmet of his penis, faster and faster, gasping for air through her nose as the saliva flooded her mouth. With one hand she grasped his balls and with the other she stroked a line from his anus to his scrotum, leading a path to her lips. Kearns tensed, moaned softly, and ejaculated deep in her throat, a spurt of warm fluid that had travelled far and at speed. Beth just had time to swallow with some difficulty before the second ejaculation shot into her mouth, as warm and salty sticky as before but with less velocity. She eased back a little, but continued to lick the purple head until it had finished its emissions and shrunk back into its foreskin.
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    Both were dressed and sitting in their respective chairs when they heard Mrs Woods enter the outer room.
    Beth held the folder on her lap. ‘You know, T.J.,’ she said quietly, ‘I would have sucked you off even if you didn’t change the contract. So long as the contract is ours, I wouldn’t have left you like that.’
    Kearns chuckled, enjoying a private joke. ‘I shouldn’t tell you this,’ he said, ‘but I was lying to you yesterday. You were going to get the contract anyway. I just wanted to see what you would do, how far you would go.’
    Walking her to the door, Kearns put his arm around her. ‘You’re quite a girl, Beth. You wouldn’t like a job here, I suppose, working for me?’
    â€˜Thanks, but no thanks,’ she declined. ‘I’m happy where I am; I really like it there.’ Then, as an afterthought she added, ‘I might know someone who would, though.’
    Kearns raised an eyebrow: ‘Someone like you?’ he said suggestively.
    â€˜Someone just as naughty as me, if that’s what you mean. In fact, she’s even naughtier. She needs a firm hand, the smack of real discipline.’ Beth opened the door. ‘I might arrange for her to come and see you.’
    In the anteroom, she handed the folder to Mrs Woods. ‘Photocopy this, please,’ she said. ‘Type it up