<span style="font-family:Arapey">There was no way that Celeste could do what he was asking! The gall that he had telling her to bend over against the desk. When he asked her initially she felt her eyes widen and as she stepped backward and felt her backside press against the desk she simply shook her head and looked away. She knew that he would look down on her for such but.. She couldn't help it. Celeste wasn't this harlot that he was so determined to bring out, and the thought made her ashamed. If she didn't do as he asked... Celeste knew it was only a matter of time before he forced her hand. <br/>
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Celeste blushed as she looked up at him, noting that their bodies were merely breaths apart. She had never been close with anyone.. And the fact that he presumed her to want to grab onto him and rock against him.. She simply wouldn't do it. Celeste felt her eyes on the ground but before she could realize what was happening she was spun so quickly and hurled against the desk. Celeste squirmed beneath him and tried to wriggle free, panic in her labored breath. She tried to pull herself forward, nails raking against the solid wood before she felt his warm hands against her hips. Her lips trembled as she looked over her shoulder, a gasp slipping past her lips and she shook her head. She tried to wriggle free out of his grasp but right as she tried to pull herself forward, her wrists were secured into place. <br/>
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Panic began to set in and she pulled at her restraints no matter how badly it would end up bruising her fair skin. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"No.. No please.."</span> Her eyes looked over her shoulder as she processed his words and she shook her head, her brunette hair swinging across her shoulders. She had never received such punishment before and Celeste knew that she would scream. She was not one for pain, and a belt surely wouldn't make things better. Celeste felt her breath catch in her throat as she felt his fingers gingerly pulled the dress she wore off of her ass and allowed him full access to her lower half. <br/>
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Celeste shut her eyes and as he cracked the belt on her ass she let out a cry before a whimper consumed her. Celeste shivered and couldn't process the fact that she was supposed to thank him for it and she felt another crack across her ass.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "O-One.. Th-Thank you."</span> Her voice trembled with her entire frame and Celeste felt tears begin to spill out of the ducts of her eyes before thanking him for each additional smack as her ass began to tingle. When he reached five, she figured he would have stopped at ten to give himself a break but instead she felt his hand against her raw flesh.<br/>
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She hated the feel of his fingers, even if it was gentle and somehow erotic. Celeste clamped her eyes shut and after the tenth one she was visibly shaking. Her fingers began to dig in to the desk and when his hand moved between the cheeks of her ass and against her folds, Celeste felt her entire body tense. The next round of cracks began to make her knees quake and Celeste whined in pain before feeling his hand again against her ass. A shiver escaped her and a hot breath made Celeste look back. His words made her core tighten and she shifted uncomfortably when he brought attention to the fact that she had subconsciously enjoyed his cock in her mouth.<br/>
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Biting down onto the inside of her cheek she looked away and balled her hands into fists. When he slapped her across her opening, he would've felt his fingers slightly damp and Celeste let out a cry. However unlike the sobs and tremble that accompanied the others this one was of an odd sense of pleasure. She felt her toes begin to curl towards the ball of her foot and she looked away as a blush overtook her cheeks. Celeste hated herself for moaning out to him, but her body refused to listen to her. When he was finally done whipping her ass she felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over her and Celeste breathed out hard. It was over... Relief washed across her cheeks and she smiled as her form trembled. She had thanked him for every whip, hating herself for every one. It was so degrading.. Celeste hated herself and she wasn't sure if she could live with herself if he wouldn't let her go.<br/>
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Celeste looked over her shoulder and felt her body slump. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Wh-What else do you want from me..? Why do you torment me like this..?"</span> Her eyes were red from the tears and she couldn't even wipe them dry. A sniffle could be heard from the young angel and her hair matted against the sweat on the back of her neck. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Pl-Please let me go.."</span></span>