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.