MISS JONES IN TROUBLE WITH HER BOSS

I knocked on the door and waited for that stern “COME IN!” It was a lot louder and angrier than I remember when I was called inside the office the last time…When I entered the room, I could see he definitely looked upset. I could feel the fear crawling through me as I felt as though I was naked in the room, the humiliation was most certainly there but I had all my clothes on. I waited in anticipation of what my boss would say next. He said in a very calm voice, “do you know why I have called you in today, Miss Jones? I know you have handed in your reports extremely late - AGAIN! You have been late for work almost EVERY WEEK! And on top of that - you have caused trouble with your head advisor! Do you have anything to say for yourself?” The look ran through me. I shuddered and stood back a few steps in-case the shouting would physically attack my face…but I stayed silent and looked sheepishly down towards the floor. That is when he answered his own question, “I didn’t think so! We cannot tolerate this type of behaviour in our workplace, and we cannot keep being lenient to you, it is time you faced up to your mistakes and get taught a lesson!” I was close to tears at this point because I kept thinking of how much I needed the job to pay the bills so I had to do everything I could to save it and that would mean fighting for it. “Please Sir, give me another chance – I …” “No more chances! There are only two options”, he said very seriously. ‘Two’…I thought. ‘Two?’ I thought there would only be one…letting me go would be that one for sure. My heart sank at first but then lifted when I heard that ‘two’ word. He carried on, “you are to take your punishment, or you are to be fired. Take your pick.” I was utterly confused and almost taken aback. Surely there is no way that would be allowed. But, do I have much of a choice to reject it? Why not…how bad could it be? Before I could ask, Sir answered my question that was pondering in my head. “The punishment will take place of a spanking session. One set with you bending over lifting your skirt up. The second session over my knee with your knickers down. Now do you have any further questions?” The way he asked was so profound, how could I ask any further questions? And he knew I was speechless, so he carried on again. “Good. If you are to take your punishment then will you confirm you agree to these terms?” All I could do was stumble out a “yes Sir”. He shouted out “What?” so I had to say it loudly and remember my manners this time. “Yes, thank you Sir.” He said I should bend over the desk, and so I did. I did not know then if it were a dream or reality. Do I smile, laugh or do I cry? “Smack!” He actually spanked me…my body had a little movement over the desk from the spank over my bottom and my bottom felt a very warm thud, leaving a slight sting. Again…another one…and another one….one after the next. By the time he had finished, I had already yelped a little and my bottom was in discomfort by that stage. I felt mixed feelings. He explained throughout the spanking how disappointed he was with me and how he expected better from me. I felt disappointed with myself. I did not mean to let him down nor did I ever want to, again. For the next spanking I slowly took my panties down to my thighs. He told me to stop when I reached there. I felt the scarlet red paint my face – my cheeks burning with embarrassment. After the punishment I got sent to the corner like a naughty child with my hands on my head, now fully naked and instructed to think about what I did wrong so that it would not happen again. The next phase of the punishment was a bare bottom spanking over the knee. This is when I really felt vulnerable. He got me over his knee. I felt safe, secure, but anxious on the spanking which I was happy to accept. He spanked me a few times and made me count them. I counted each one accurately while the spanks sunk in, so did the shame of my humiliation caused from my silly mistakes. I did feel as though I deserved it. Just as he said. It was good for me and I needed it. I was taught a good lesson. I appreciate my Sir teaching me. After pain, came a pleasurable experience. The aftercare of a ‘forgiveness’ bottom-rubbing treatment. The stinging turned to tingling. I felt good as Sir rubbed my butt cheeks softly…right down to my legs and my inner thighs…then Sir brushed my vagina with his fingers. Whether that was intentional or not, I could not tell. When I heard him smugly say, “Ooooh, a bit wet down there are we?” I bit my lip and closed my eyes as the feeling of the rush from my wet vagina went straight to my face. “I am sorry Sir; I don’t know what that is…” He interrupted confidently as usual, “I will tell you what that is! You are enjoying this. You should not be enjoying this… maybe I should bring out the cane?” I squealed “Oh no Sir! Please! Don’t do that! I am really sorry! Please forgive me” He did not resist to tell me, “I have a better idea. Why don’t I sort you out first and then we can finish with your punishment. I have some tasks for you to complete before we finish. First, I will finger your pussy and rub your clit until it is soaking wet, then I will use the vibrator on it and make you squirm with excitement to get rid of this little problem, how does that sound?” All I could say was thank you Sir. I needed it and oh how I was urging for it. At the end of my built-up intense orgasm, which was very generously given by Sir, it was time. I was to finish his last tasks he had in store for me, in order to complete my punishment once and for all. The tasks were straightforward, said bluntly and brash right out of his mouth, “first, you will suck my cock! And then, you will offer your pussy to me so that I can fuck you hard until I cum inside.” And oh I did offer my cunt to Sir. I gladly let him fuck me as hard as he pleased after I sucked him nice and slow…then faster and wanked his cock a bit before he shoved it inside of my tight, wet pussy. It felt so good. Sir had a good orgasm and I felt pleased. “Your punishment is over. If you do anything wrong again, it will be the same or the cane.”