Office Politics, Part 1 [MF, Spanking, Humiliation]

As he stood he reached down and unbuckled his belt. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. My eyes were wide, my mouth hung slightly open. “That file,” he said, as he slid the black leather from the loops of his pants, “was probably the most important piece of business for this month. It’s going to cost the company hundreds of hours to re-create it.” He took both ends of the belt in his right hand, the long, black loop hanging down.

“I…” I wanted to apologize. To say that it was a simple mistake and it wouldn’t happen again. The words wouldn’t come. My thighs clenched. I could feel my nipples stiff against the inside of my bra. Part of me was horrified, the idea that my boss would take this kind of action, that he would be so arrogant as to presume he could act this way. One phone call to Human Resources and I’d have him fired in a heartbeat. But another part of me wanted to moan aloud. This is what I’d always wanted from a boss. This is exactly what I would fantasize about at night. Those times when my boyfriend couldn’t get me off, this is what I would think about to push me over the edge. Mr. Williams taking me in hand, showing me exactly what to do to be a good little assistant.

“Stand up.” The command shook me out of my thoughts. I stood without hesitation. “Place your hands on the desk, and lay your arms flat so your elbows are down.” I bent forward, leaning over the edge of his desk, flattening my hands and arms to the surface. My legs trembled. My high heels forced my ass upward as I kept my legs straight. My breasts dragged against the desk. My eyes were fixed on the front of his pants, where I could see a prominent bulge rising.

He walked around the desk to stand behind me. I started to watch him move but he quickly barked “Eyes forward.” I stared straight ahead, out the window, looking at the building across the street. I could imagine dozens of onlookers watching me, staring from behind the reflections in the glass, witnessing the humiliating punishment I was about to endure. My pussy clenched in excitement.

“Now, Miss Jennings,” he said, his voice low and even, “we have to make sure this sort of error doesn’t happen again.”

“Yes, Mr. Williams.” I said breathily. I tried to steal myself for what was about to come. Jeremy and I had played some with bondage, but he had only spanked me with his hand, and not very hard. He never gave me the feeling of being out of control, the way I was right now. I could get up at any moment, stand and storm out, call HR, put an end to all of this – but I didn’t want to. Right then, bent over his desk, completely at his mercy, was exactly where I wanted to be.

The belt came down on my upturned ass. Even through my skirt, the leather stung when it landed against my flesh. I gasped in shock and pain. “Count aloud,” he said.

“O-one.” I couldn’t help but moan. My arousal was taking hold, and there was nothing I could do to keep it in check. The belt fell again, and again, each blow harder than the last. I counted each in a low, husky voice, moaning between lashes. I kept my eyes forward. I stared at a single window across the street, hoping there was someone watching, that I was staring into their eyes, that they were as aroused as I was. “Five… s-six…” Each number escaped my throat as a groaning testament to my lust. The belt just kept falling, but I didn’t flinch, I didn’t move, I just remained there, leaning over his desk, accepting my punishment like a model employee.

“Ten.” I gasped. He set the belt down on the desk beside my arm. I turned my gaze to it, looking at the long, black length, wondering if it was warm from the rain of blows. I wondered what it smelled like, what it tasted like, how it would feel wrapped around my neck. I was so lost in the moment that I barely noticed Mr. Williams had lifted my skirt.

“You wear garters to work, Miss Jennings? That is hardly appropriate office attire.” The black thigh highs Justin had asked me to wear for our date tonight were fully on display, my skirt hiked up around my waist, the black lace framing my heart-shaped ass. I didn’t say anything. “And black thong panties? Miss Jennings, are you a part of the purchasing team or a stripper?” He put his hand on my ass and squeezed. I groaned in pain, the welts that striped across my firm flesh aching at the contact. He lifted his hand and spanked me as hard as he could. The pain was brilliant, the force of it knocking the air from my lungs. “I asked you a question, Miss Jennings.”

“I…” I mumbled, trying to regain my composure. It felt like my ass was on fire. My legs were quivering with the exertion of staying on my feet. “A member… of the team, Mr. Williams.”

“Then why are you dressing like this, Miss Jennings? Are you hoping to distract your colleagues? Perhaps have a break room tryst with a productive, functioning member of the team? Hoping to buy his loyalty with sex?”

My face was red with embarrassment. It didn’t matter that I had worn this for my boyfriend, and that everyone in the department knew I was with someone that worked in IT, his words made me feel like a tramp. The guilty pleasure I had felt when Barry had caught a glimpse of the tops of my stockings was turning to shame. “N-no, Mr. Williams. I …”

He spanked me again, his hand landing against my welted ass with a loud slap. I gasped in pain, then moaned softly, the pleasure of the situation coursing through me. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my thong and started dragging it downward, pulling it slowly over my red and aching skin. My pussy was so wet that the gusset stuck to my mound for a moment. I could feel my honey dripping from my folds, running down over my now-exposed flesh. He pulled the panties all the way down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles. “Are you willing to do whatever it takes to keep your job, Miss Jennings?”

“Yes,” I moaned out, my voice eager. I no longer thought about Justin, about my burgeoning relationship, about Human Resources, or even about my job. I was at the mercy of Mr. Williams, and it was exactly where I wanted to be; exactly what I had fantasized about dozens of times before, from the first moment I laid eyes on the attractive, confident, older man.

He walked around the desk and picked up his phone. “Daniel? Would you come in here please?” I shivered. Daniel Harris was the head of sales. It was his department that would suffer most from my mistake. He had been in meetings all morning telling his people they would have to work double shifts for the next couple of weeks to repair the damage the missing files had caused. My face flushed. Mr. Williams put his hand under my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. He looked focused and intent, his gaze as hard as steel. “If you say anything other than the word ‘Yes’ until he leaves the room, you’re fired. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, croaking the word “Yes,” out of my clenched throat. I wasn’t tied here. I wasn’t being forced. At any moment I could stand up and walk out. I was free to go, to leave this office, leave this job – but I wouldn’t. I wanted to be here, now, bent over this man’s desk, about to be offered up as a sacrifice to Daniel Harris’s frustration and anger. I was happy to be at their mercy.

To Be Continued.

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