Page 256 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"Spank me harder!" Danny slams his pent-up little fist on my knee.

An invisible hook tugs my lips into a smirk. I swat his ass again, this time making a smacking noise.

Smack.

Danny's body bucks on my lap, shaking and quivering. He lets out a cry when I yank his underwear off, exposing his bare-naked ass in front of the entire crowd.

I lift him onto his two feet. "See that?" I puff out my chest like a silverback gorilla as I gesture to his hard cock, which rises up to his belly. "Danny's cock is emitting pre-cum. He told me it never did this before I spanked him."

A crowd member shrieks. "This is the best conference I've ever been to."

"Lay him on the floor," another crowd member heckles. "Let's see how he takes it getting down and dirty."

With a growl, I slam Danny on the floor. He cries out as his chin bounces off the stage, his body jolting. Licking my palm, I bring it down hard on his left ass cheek, then his right.

Smack.

Smack.

I please him in front of thousands of people. Everyone watches as his ass cheeks redden, turning the most delicious shade of strawberry pink.

"Release your social anxiety, boy. Let it go like a river tributary that leads nowhere. Give yourself over to me. I'll spank the stress out of you exactly like I'm giving you a back rub. That's right, angel. Pretend this is a back rub. You like those, right? This is no different. It's something that'll increase your confidence and turn you into a man. A man who can close like a motherfucker. Who won't take clients' shit when they throw objection after objection at you."

I thrust my fist between Danny's legs and grip his cock. It's soaking wet, and I can barely clench it in my grip because it's so slippery. At last, I manage to grab onto it, and I pump it like a dog in heat, growling and grunting, determined to give this boy the pleasure he needs.

A release.

A big, fat orgasm in front of everyone.

Fuck anyone who judges us or says this is inappropriate behavior between a boss and his employee.

Danny is mine—mine. My boy. My top salesperson. My adorable engineer who now knows more about sports teams than men who actually enjoy games.

"Need you to spank me harder!”

With a groan, I bring my free hand back down on his ass. A smacking sound reverberates across the conference hall, dancing off the rafters. Danny bites his fist, fighting back the guttural primal noises tearing out of his lips.

I swat him again and again until his cock spurts so much pre-cum he creates a small pool on the stage floor.

"Spanking is only half of discipline." I turn to the crowd. "Sometimes, if an employee is still not behaving, you need to bust your dick deep inside their throat to relieve their anxiety."

Ripping my pants off, I expose my aching shaft. It unfurls between my legs, spitting out tears of nut.

I ram it deep into Danny's throat, my balls slapping against his chin. His eyes roll back to the whites, then a groaning sound ushers out of his lips.

I face fuck him with primal abandon. I beat my chest, roaring as his hot wet mouth passage stokes the embers of my arousal, making me shake with need. My hairy ass clenches as pinpricks of fire dance across my skin, lighting me up.

My nipples turn as hard as rocks as my balls throb against my taint. I know I'm close. So ready to bust.

My release is impossible to stave off. With a grunt, I yank my dick out and bust a nut all over his face. I squirt out a few more on his chest, painting his soft skin. It drips to his hard cock, which he uses to masturbate himself with.

"Where's your social anxiety now, boy?" I swat his ball sack.

"Gone." He lets out a cry as he beats himself off desperately.

"You gonna close your clients when I tell you to?"

"Yes." His big blue eyes lock on mine. "I'll be a good boy. Close every client."

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