The Sara Evans Chronicles Ch. 01

She wanted to ask how long it would take to be certified but Sara decided to save that question for Katherine. Sara took a deep breath giving herself a moment to focus her mind, and clear the burning pain that throbbed from her backside. She hadn't been spanked since she was in pig-tails and Sara was desperate to end this session as quickly as possible. "Where are all of my things."

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Johansson finally gave into his desire and unsnapped the negligee freeing Sara's sex for his pleasure. Sara was already moist from his massaging allowing his finger to easily glide in. Sara gasped and could no longer hold back the tears as she began bawling openly. Johansson slowly sawed his finger in and out of her sex as he spoke. "I am assuming that you are referring to your ill gotten gains. Well since those were purchased with my money I have kept them."

As her tears slowed and Sara was able to catch her breath. She responded to Johansson "I didn't buy all of that with company money."

"I know that, and as the inventory is catalogued we will return the items that belong to you. As a matter of fact I believe some items are being delivered today."

The words soaked in and again before Sara could censor herself she cried out. "Someone is in my house, they have keys to my house."

Johansson ripped his finger from Sara's now dripping hole and rained down his blows on her backside.

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"Yes" Johansson said as soon as the last blow landed. "To your first question."

Sara cried out being him to stop but all that seemed to do was make his cock throb with each strike.

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"Yes, the man I have cataloguing your house will have access to your home twenty-four seven." Johansson slipped two fingers in Sara, sliding them in and out of her as slow as he could. "I take that to mean you are ready to stop. You haven't asked what I thought would be an important question. Where are your clothes?"

Sara turned her head looking over her shoulder at Johansson through teary eyes. He knew she wanted to ask him but was terrified of the pain. "I will make you a deal. If you beg me to cover that slutty little face of yours with my cum. I will tell you where your clothes are."

Sliding off of his lap Sara looked up into Johansson's eyes. He was in that moment the closest he would ever get to being a gentlemen, he gave Sara a moment to compose herself.

Pulling herself up to her knees Sara let her hand, ever so gently touch her backside. With even her light touch Sara's ass burst into pain again. Closing her eyes Sara pushed the pain from her mind and face. Smiling as fake a smile as she could muster Sara opened her eyes and spoke. "Sir would you please cover my slutty naughty little face with your cum."

Visible happy with her performance Johansson stood and positioned his crouch a few inches from Sara's face. Once he was standing Johansson just stood there. After a brief moment Sara realized the man wasn't even going to unzip his own fly to abuse her. She reached out and unbuckled Johansson's pant's and took down his zipper. Sara let his pants fall to the ground and was surprised his hard member restrained by a pair of fine silk boxers. Fishing Johansson's cock free from his boxers Sara was surprised again. She had expected him to be small and he was far from it. It wasn't the largest cock she had ever seen but it was certainly in the running for top five.

As she leaned in to suck the tip of Johansson's cock into her mouth, Sara was pleased that Johansson was a man found of hygiene. Once her lips were around his head Sara flicked the tip with her tongue. Johansson twitched excitedly as he slid her tongue along the underside of the wonderful cock in her mouth. Sara's eyes bulged and she jerked back slightly when she realized she had just, on her own with no prompting thought of Johansson's cock as wonderful.

Johansson felt the pull back and slipped his fingers into Sara's hair. Gripping the back of her head, he started pistoning in and out of her mouth "Look honey your plans may involve you on your knees all day but some of us have to actually work to do."

The spanking had gotten Johansson to the brink and it only took him a few moments until his cock was twitching and ready to explode. He pulled it free of Sara's mouth and started stroking. The first blast plastered Sara's forehead. The second struck her check. Johansson had been saving himself for days for this moment and milked his balls for everything they had. When he was done Sara's face was covered and she even had a few globs in her hair. As he finished Johansson let out a satisfied sigh. Before settling his cock back into his boxers he whipped the tip clean in Sara's hair. The cum that had been warm just moments before cooled quickly on Sara's face. Johansson had a box of tissues on his desk and Sara reached for one but he stopped her.

"No I like this look on you." Johansson reached down and pulled his pants up. Tucking his shirt in and fastening his belt, Johansson acted with complete indifference to the almost nude Sara. "fix the crouch of that negligee, the last thing I need is someone seeing you and thinking less of this office."

Sara snapped close the nighty and stood waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from Johansson. Beyond motioning for her to kneel Sara's boss ignored her for the better part of an hour. When he finally did take a moment to look at her he shook his head in disappointment. "When you kneel before me I want your knees spread as wide as possible."

The room fell silent as Johansson waited for Sara to assume the proper position. Once she had he grabbed a post it note from his center drawer and scribbled a number down. "Ok that is acceptable for now. I need a file from records room on the fourteenth floor. Number 437281-A. Don't panic I wrote it down for you. I know how numbers can be confusing to a ditzy little slut like you."

Sara got up and was half way to the door when she remembered her pass card wouldn't operate the elevator. She turned to Johansson and debated bringing it up. She wanted to stay out of jail, and to do that she needed to keep him happy. The question was what would make him happy her trudging down and up fifteen flights of stairs or her asking him to 'save' her. Ego was the first word that popped in her mind. Sara decided what to do and gently bit her lip, pausing just a moment to give herself a second to come up with a good way to phrase her question. "Sir, my pass card won't operate the elevators. Can I borrow yours I will be really quick I promise."

Johansson looked up from his computer with a twinkle in his eye. His tongue darted out like a snakes just as the hints of a smile began to form. "Oh I could do that" He said "But you would have to do something for me."

Leaning back in his oversized rested his hands on his crouch. Sara couldn't see his hands but she could tell he was rubbing himself. "Can you do something for me?"

It was hard for Sara to fake a smile after that. She could take the degrading comments and names, the humiliating outfit she was dressed in. But for some reason the simple act of Johansson pretending she had any choice in what was happening grated her worse than anything else. Showing an inner strength that a part of her deep down hoped said something to Johansson, Sara kept her smile and replied with as bubbly a bimbo voice as she could. "Oh yes Sir, I would like that alot."

Johansson saw the strength and Sara's plan backfired. She could see the rage ready to boil over in the man. He tossed his card onto the floor in from of his desk like a playing card found up the sleeve of another player. Hoping to minimize her problems Sara rushed over and knelt down to retrieve the card.

"STOP." Johanssons voice boomed in the office causing Sara to flinch as she looked up at him. "Stand and turn your back to me. I want your feet a touch wider then shoulder width, and bend at the waist."

Sara got into position and bent down to pick up the card. Just as she took hold of the card Johansson spoke again. 'Hold it right there. This is how you will ALWAYS pick up something that has fallen. I don't care how you're dressed or who's in the room is that clear."

Sara answered yes and started to right herself when Johansson stopped her once more. "And you will hold that position for ten seconds, after you have a hold of whatever it is you are retrieving. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." Sara's voice was shallow and she felt a new level wave of humiliation wash over her as she thought of the year to come. She didn't try to stand up this time she answered her boss and awaited his permission "Yes sir I understand"

"Very good, you can start counting... Now." Sara counted to ten and stood up rushing from the office. The elevator made retrieving the files much easier then when she had arrived for the day. Walking into Johansson's office Sara found him hard at work. He motioned for her to set the files on the corner of his desk and then went back to work on his computer.

With no instructions, Sara resumed kneeling at his side and after a few moments, she even remembered to spread her knees wide. Sitting here with nothing to occupy her mind Sara replayed the ride in the elevator. The mirrored doors reflected the image of a well-used tramp. Johansson's cum had started to dry leaving a thin but still noticeable coating to her face. Stepping close to the door Sara worked her mouth watching as little crack's splintered across her face. Distracted by her thoughts of the elevator Sara wasn't paying attention when Johansson called for her. Angered for the second time by his newest pet, her boss reached down and grabbed her left nipple twisting it cruelly.

With Sara's attention now fully on Johansson he started to speak. "You and I made a deal a little while back didn't we honey. Now it is time for you to full fill your end of the bargain."

Johansson got himself out of his chair and stepped around Sara pulling a set of keys from his pocket. He walked over to a low wooden file draw and knelt down unlocking it. He gave a whistle and patted his side, the same way one would call over a puppy. Sara started to stand but a grunt from Johansson told her that she was meant to be on her knees. She crawled over to the draw and took up her position, legs spread wide once again. "Open the bottom draw."

Sara slid the bottom draw open just to have her stomach drop out. It was filled with sex toys vibrators of every shape and size, as well as dildos, clamps, chains and even about half dozen leather and steel restraints. Johansson reached down and ran his fingers through Sara's hair. "So here is how you are going to reward me for being nice and letting you use the elevator. For the next five hours your slutty little cunt is going to get some plastic cock."

Instinctively Sara scooted away. She didn't look to Johansson, her eyes stayed focused on the sex toys. Once her freshmen year of college Sara had fallen madly in lust of a senior, they knew each other for a grand total of thirty-six hours. They met at a party Friday night and didn't part company until Sunday morning. All the time in between was spent in bed. The experience had been so exhausting Sara slept for 24 hours straight. The two never spoke again and Sara hadn't been all that upset about it. Johansson watched her with a casual curiosity before stepping close and kneeling down. Once they were at a closer height, he carefully took a hold of her chin, guiding her eyes to him.

"This is the last time I will make this offer. You can walk out right now. But let's be honest we both know that you are from this moment on a slut; the only question is after a day of degrading humiliating abuse, do you sleep in a frigid cell terrified that tomorrow you will die. Or do you sleep in a warm bed knowing you are one day closer to freedom." Johansson said as he released Sara's chin and moved his hand to fondle her left breast. Sara's eyes drifted back to the drawer. He was right, she knew even if prison wasn't really a twisted exploitation movie he had the money to remake it in his image. Once her left nipple was hard Johansson moved to her right breast. "So what do you want to do."

"I already said I would do it." Sara mumbled as she reached for drawer. Her legs wouldn't move so she pulled herself a few inches closer. Reaching in she pulled out one of the middle sized dildos. She almost grabbed the smallest but something told her that Johansson would have made her pay for that. She took the dildo out of the drawer setting on the floor as far away from her as she could.

Johansson stood stretching his back and grumbling about old age. Before returning to his desk, he pointed to the corner of the drawer furthest from Sara, "Set that camera and tripod up first. I want this recorded for posterity."