A Christmas Cumslut
The room suddenly stops spinning, you find yourself stood in your office, the sock has gone from your mouth and your right arm is no longer attached to your leg. Strangely the clock shows that it is 8 O' Clock and you see yourself sat at your desk. Your secretary enters the office. "What is going on" you desperately ask your secretary and the man that appears to be you.
"They can't hear you, this is simply a vision of your past, you have no more impact on it than a film" the ghost says calmly in response to your desperate pleas. You watch the scene from earlier in the day unfold fearful of what the ghosts response will be to you stroking your cock in front of your secretary. You watch yourself and secretary leave the room and smile to yourself because she had let the scene unfold without comment. but it wasn't to last.
The ghost gestured toward your desk table and commanded you lower your trousers and bend over. You oblige knowing they will be leaving you one way or another. She approaches you with a wooden ruler in hand, you clench your ass cheeks together fearful of protesting.
The ghost grins, "Your not a fan of losing control are you, how do you think that poor girl feels, having to stand there powerless while you wank yourself off. Yes I'm aware she does it out of choice but that's only because your too much of a Scrooge to giver her time off without it. She raises her arm and spanks you across the ass cheek, she doesn't hold back and you wince.