The Futa Pill: You Let Ms. Kato Spank You (Patreon)

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You don't resist. You find yourself turned on by the prospect of being spanked by her. You tremble, bent over her desk, your futa-dick throbbing hard. You swallow as she strokes your rump, caressing you with your hand.

“You've been a naughty employee,” she says, heat melting her icy voice. “Haven't you?”

“Yes, Ms. Kato,” you groan, feeling like a little girl that needs to submit.

Her hand pulls away. Your butt-cheeks clench as you tense.

CRACK!

Her hand lands hard on your right butt-cheek. You gasp as the pain blazes fiery hot across it. Your back arches, pressing your tits down into the desk, separated by your bra and blouse. Your futa-dick twitches and your pussy clenches.

Before you can even register the blow, her hand is rising. Falling.

CRACK!

She lands on your left butt-cheek. The pain flares again, burning across your rump and melting down to your pussy. You're shocked by that. How much it feels good. You moan, arching your—

CRACK!

She hits you again. She's not holding back. Her hand falls fast. Rapid spanks

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

They pepper around your rump. The stinging pain surges through your ass to your pussy. Your cock. Both of them are drinking it in while you gasp and shudder. You quiver there, your butt-cheeks clenching as her hand falls everywhere.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

She follows the curve of your rump.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Spanks where your butt-cheeks meet your thighs.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Up high near the small of your back.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Your ass is a mass of burning delight. It hurts, but it has you groaning.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Moaning.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Gasping out in delight.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Ms. Kato!” you pant, your heart thundering. “I've been so bad!”

And it stops.

“Yes, you have,” purrs your boss. Her voice is so throaty. So alive. She rubs your hand across your rump. “Mmm, you took your punishment, didn't you.” Her fingers dig into your butt-cheeks.

You wince at the pain while your futa-dick throbs and your pussy clenches. Cream dribbles down your thighs and your shaft.

“You deserve a reward for having the courage to come to me with your little issue,” she purrs. “I believe in giving rewards to good employees. Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, Ms. Kato!” you whimper, so turned on.

She saunters around her desk, her slender ass swaying. She pulls the chopsticks from her hair. Her hair falls out of her bun into a luxurious wave of black silk. It shimmers in the light. She reaches the cabinet behind her desk and opens it.

You groan. It's full of BDSM implements. Floggers, paddles, handcuffs, gabs, butt plugs, and more. She has a collection of dildos, one of which is held to a strap-on harness. She pulls that one out and sets it down on her desk before you.

It's thick. Long. You want it in you.

You have to wait, though. Wait while she strips out of her clothing. Ms. Kato seems to know just how this will make you squirm. You twist there, rubbing your breasts into your desk, nipples throbbing through your blouse.

You watch her remove her mauve bra. Each button precisely thrust through their eyelet. Her top opens more and more, revealing more and more of her flesh. Her pale-olive skin. A cream-hued bra comes into view, cupping her small breasts.

With care, she slips the silk blouse off, baring the round curves of her shoulders. The fabric slips down her arms. She folds it with care, setting it in a neat pile before you. The smile on her lips grows in delight, her waves of black-silk hair flowing about her face.

How did you ever think this woman had no heat in her? She could fill a sauna with steam.

Her hands slid down her smooth belly to her skirt. She brushes the gray material. Her fingers slid along to the little fastener on the hip. The short zipper rasps. She works the skirt down off her hips. The tops of her pantyhose appear, the brown nylon clinging to her waist. Then her cream-colored panties come into view.

They are the same hue as her bra, though tinted by her nylons. Her skirt slides down and down her legs out of sight. She steps daintily out of them and picks it up, her black hair sweeping about her face. Your futa-cock throbs and your burning ass clenches.

Pussy juices drip down your thighs and shaft.

She folds her skirt and then peels off her pantyhose. The sound of nylon sliding over skin echoes through the room. You groan, your pussy on fire. You need to be fucked by her. Pounded by that big strap-on you know she has. That she'll plunge into you make you howl your head off. You swallow, heart pounding so fast now.

So swiftly.

She steps out of those and sets them down. You whimper as she reaches behind her to unhook her bra.

“Patience,” she purrs. “Good things come to those who wait, don't they?”

You nod.

She slips her straps off her dainty shoulders. She holds a hand modestly to her breasts, keeping the cups to her tits as she works off the straps. You lick your lips in anticipation. Your futa-cock twitches from your rapid heartbeat.

She rips the bra away unveiling her round breasts. They jiggle with a firm plumpness. Her nipples poke hard, a soft shade of brown. She sets her bra on the table and then hooks her fingers in her panties. You groan now as she peels those off.

You drink in the sight of her working them off. More and more of her pubic mound is revealed. A thick bush appears, hairs springing up from the passage of the elastic waistband. She bends over, round breasts swaying before her. She works them down and sown her thighs, wiggling her body and then stepping out of them. She lifts them and holds them dangling from one hand.

Instead of folding them, she flicks her finger and they land before your face. A tart musk fills your nose. The scent of her pussy. You groan and nuzzle your face forward into her panties. You can't believe you're doing this, but she just smells so good.

She arches an eyebrow.

She picks up the strap-on harness now and steps into it. As you inhale her musk over and over, reveling in the aroma, you watch her work the leather up her thighs. The dildo bobs before her, jiggling with her breasts. She pulls the harness up and around her waist, the fake cock thrusting from her crotch. With agile and skilled fingers, she cinches herself tight. She's done this a thousand times before.

She flicks the tip of her fake-dick. It bobs and sways. She groans. You moan.

“Yes, you're ready,” Ms. Kato purrs as she saunters around her desk. “Just stewing in those juices, aren't you?”

“Yes!” you moan. You lick your lips. “I'm stewing in them. You better believe it. I'm so wet.”

She moves behind you. “Well, you are a futanari. Mmm, with a big, throbbing dick.”

Ms. Kato presses the tip of her dildo against the shaved folds of your pussy. You shudder as she rubs the rubber cock up and down. Her left hand caresses across your rump, reminding you of your spanking. You hiss in pain and anticipation.

The dildo presses forward, nuzzling into your petals.

They part.

You gasp as her dildo penetrates into your pussy. Ms. Kato's fake cock slides deeper and deeper into you. The girth spreads you apart. The pleasure flows down to your own futa-dick. It throbs and twitches with the bliss of being filled by the lesbian boss's dildo.

“Ms. Kato,” you moan, “thank you!”

“Mmm, you're welcome, little futanari.” She squeezes your ass.

Pain flares. Your pussy clenches down on the dildo.

Then she fucks you.

You groan as she draws back, the pleasure rippling down to your futa-cock. It twitches and throbs with the pounding beat of your heart. You shiver, your hips wiggle back and forth, stirring the thrusting dildo around inside of your cunt.

The friction is incredible. That silky delight of being filled rushes to the tip of your cock. It builds that pressure there. That need to cum just aching to explode out of you. A fiery burst of rapture that you crave.

“Yes, yes, yes, Ms. Kato!” you groan. “I'm going to be such a good employee! Just the best!”

“Wonderful!” your boss purrs as she pounds you with the dildo.

She rams her fake cock into the depths of your cunt. She pumps away hard and fast in you. She buries over and over into your snatch. The pleasure rushes towards that wild pinnacle at the tip of your dick.

Her crotch smacks your rump, adding bursts of pain that only make the rapture brimming in your cunt feel more and more intense. You tremble bent over her desk, your clothing rustling as she pumps your twat with her dildo.

Her passion echoes through the office. She plunders your pussy with fast, hard strokes. She strokes your back through your blouse, her fingernails scratching, sending tingles that race over your skin. You moan, trembling, your heart beating wildly.

“Are you going to cum on my dildo, futa?” she asks, pounding you.

“So hard, Ms. Kato! That's okay, right?”

“You're being rewarded! You may cum once I have mine!” She squeezed your butt, the pain flaring again. “Don't disappoint me.”

“I won't!” you gasp. “Oh, Ms. Kato, cum from fucking me. Pound me so hard that you explode.”

“I am getting there. Your futa-cock is such an arousing thing. Oh, yes, yes. My pussy is melting. Mmm, futa, you are delicious!”

She fucks you harder and harder. The pleasure surges through your body. You gasp and tremble. The pleasure rushes through your body. It feels incredible. It has your heart racing. It's a wild burst of pleasure that you savor. You drink it in. You squeeze your cunt around the thrusting dildo pounding hard into your twat.

Your moments away from that eruption. From that powerful orgasm. You whimper and groan, fighting it off. You don't want to cum before she does. You sense that would be bad. Your spanking would be nothing.

“Ms. Kato!” you gasp. “Please, please cum!”

“Almost there!” She slams into you, crotch smacking your burning rump. “Yes!”

She grabs your hips, fingernails biting through your bunched-up skirt. You shudder and buck, releasing the control on your cock. You erupt. Your futa-jizz fires from your cock. Powerful spurts of rapture that erupt from you over and over again.

Your cum splatters the floor while your pussy writhes around the dildo. You spasm around the thick shaft that stirs around in your cunt. You whimper, your heart pumping the bliss through your body while your futa-dick keeps erupting.

“Oh, Ms. Kato!” you gasp. “Thank you for the pleasure! For the orgasm!”

“You are most welcome, futa,” she groans, her voice thick with her own bliss. “Mmm, that was a delight. I think I'll keep you.”

“Keep me?” you pant, your orgasm peeking in you.

She pulls her dildo out of your cunt. You gasp as it pops out of you. Then she strides around the desk as you sit up. Your body trembles as she goes to the cabinet with all her BDSM paraphernalia. Her dildo sways before her, drenched in her cum.

“Keep me, Ms, Kato?” you repeat.

“Strip, futa,” she commands and pulls a collar from inside her shelf. Thick and black with a silver padlock on the clasp. Small and dainty but designed to lock in place. “Now.”

She's going to collar you. Make you into her BDSM pet. You shudder and realize that you want that. Submitting to her has been such a treat. You don't want to give it up. What new pleasures will she give you?

Time to find out. You begin stripping.

Continue on to being Ms. Kato's Futa Sex Slave?

Author Note: These links are to give context for the poll!

Do you keep waiting for Paris to leave then finish masturbating?

Do you endure your rival’stirade and be a good employee?

Do you defy Ms. Kato and endure your punishment?

Do you take being fired to avoid being punished by Ms. Kato?