The final patrons accepted their coats and the maître d’ closed and locked the doors.

Three members of the serving staff remained, gathered around the podium.

“Eric, you were late, you are docked two hours wages,” his tone, curt and forbidding of any argument.

“Henry, your shirt looks grey, you have been told to ensure it is crisp and white.  Tomorrow you will clean the grills for no pay.”

With an abrupt nod of his head, the men were dismissed.

“Jessica, you dropped a tray of glasses, prepare yourself.”

Keeping her eyes down, Jessica unbuttoned her double-breasted suit jacket and draped it over a chair.  Stepping out of her shiny patent loafers she folded her trousers before adding them to the pile.

She stood before him, crisp white shirt, black thong and snowy white invisible socks.

The recessed lights highlighted her blonde hair and a small tattoo under her left ear.

He nodded and she turned to bend over the table, raising up onto her toes.  Gripping the table’s far edge as she did so.

The clothes brush bit into her left cheek with a solid slap, her breath hissed, her thighs shook.  Antonio had not held back.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.  Five more stinging blows quickly scalded her bottom cheeks.

She wanted to scream aloud but at the same time as her bottom throbbed her cunt was leaking down her thighs.

“Five more or …” He left the question unasked.

Wordlessly, she straightened to tug her thong panties over her bright red bottom before bending back across the table, legs parted wide.

Antonio gripped her thin braided ponytail and pushed his turgid cock into her wet cunt.

She breathed deep and kept her silence, this was punishment.  His groans filled the air as his thighs slapped against her fiery cheeks.

With a final cervix-bruising thrust, he pulled out and sprayed his load across her cheeks.

She stayed down, as her own cum shook her body.

“Let that be a lesson to you; tomorrow you will be more careful.  Now clean up and I will see you at home.