It was well after four. She could delay not longer. She would
have to tell Mr. Young now, or Anne might just leave and not
return. If that happened, Diane knew her ass was grass. She
knocked on his office doorway.
He looked up. "Yes, Miss Wilson" he asked puzzled by the look on
her face.
"There's something I have to bring to your attention, Sir."
Diane started. "Some thing very grave, I'm afraid. And
ultimately, I'm responsible.", her head sagging at the last
part.
"Well, ", said her boss. "You'd better close the door and come
tell me about it. Since you are at fault, you will be nude while
you explain. Your explanation had better be as reveling as you
will be. Strip and put your clothes on the desk"
She knew he would demand a concession for having a part in what
ever it was she had to explain. As far as the mentioned honesty,
neither had a doubt she would tell the whole truth, naked or not.
She removed her dress, unzipping it and pulling it forward and
then stepping out of it. As she walked to the desk with it, her
breasts jiggled in the light sheer bra that was all she had
underneath. He had not returned her panties this morning.
She stepped back from the desk, so he could see all of her. Then
she reached back and undid the bra. She let it fall to the
floor, then slowly stooped to pick it up, keeping her head up so
he had a good view of her hanging breasts. They still excited
him like that. And she needed all the points she could entice.
She brought the bra to the desk, and dropped it. Once again, she
stepped back so he could see all of her.
"I have found an employee, who has been embezzling funds, sir."
She began. "They have been inserting false expense reports for
one of the salesmen. I don't believe he is involved in the
fraud. I believe the person submitting the reports had taken
advantage of his longevity, and therefore lessened need to woo
his clients. His expenses reports are traditionally lower than
average. However, for the past three months his expenses have
been in the top 2% of the sales forces expenditures. Therefore,
I investigated the expenses. Most of them were for cash, or were
from establishments catering to a very young clientele.
Regrettably, all of the questionable expenses were receipted by
Miss Anne Draggert. As you may remember, Anne is my niece. I
badgered you into recommending her to the personnel dept. They
hired her on your recommendation, over several more qualified
candidates. I'm afraid I have embarrassed you, as well as
myself. I have nothing to say, other than I'm sorry, and accept
full responsibility.
Mr. Young contemplated the information, for two minutes. "Have
you brought this to Miss Draggert's attention?" he asked.
"I have only requested she remain after work," Diane said. "That
there was something I wished to discuss"
Mr. Young picked up his telephone, and dialed security. "Is Alan
Jones in yet." , He listened a moment. "Alan, Richard Young. I
have a 'special' request for you. There is a Miss Anne
Draggert,", he looked at Diane, who describe her niece. "19
years old, shoulder length light brown hair, wearing a blue
blouse and white skirt. She's should be at station 3 N in the
secretarial pool.", he waited for acknowledgement, then
continued. "I would like you to bring her to my office. Under
no circumstance is she to leave the premises. Be discreet, but
bring her. Stop at the outer office and wait until she enters
and closes the door. This is a very special request, and I
expect your total discretion.". He listened a moment longer. "I
knew you'd understand. I'll call you later when you're needed."
Diane was beside her self. She had hoped that Mr. Young would
not press charges. Now he had security standing by, and would be
calling them to take her niece away. She had shed her soul and
her clothes for nothing.
"Miss Wilson", her boss broke her revere. "I want you to
kneeling beside my desk when you niece is brought in."
Denise stepped over and fell to her knees. What would her niece
think?
On the third floor, Anne could take it no longer. She left her
desk and was headed for the coatroom. She didn't even see him
come up behind her.
"Excuse me. Miss Draggert, I believe."
She spun around to the voice. As she took in the uniform, the
color drained from her face, and she froze.
Now just what's going on here, thought Alan? Panic was the word
that came to mind as he looked at the pretty young girl. She was
positively terrified by his appearance.
"Mr. Young would like to see you in his office.", the security
leader said.
"Bbuttt, I'm waiting for my aunt.", the girl said.
"I believe she is with Mr. Young too.", Alan said realizing who
had been talking in the back ground. Mr. Young had the best
looking secretary in the building. He remembered the night she
had descended the stairs, those bodacious knockers almost falling
out of her open blouse. But this girl was mighty fine too. Mr.
Young had all the luck. He had given him several tips, that had
gotten Alan promoted to shift lead. He would deliver this girl
gladly. He suspected, he might get involved later, were she to
be fired, she would have to be escorted from the building.
He grabbed the girl's bicep, and gently pulled her toward the
elevator. He could feel her tension increase with each step. By
the time the elevator reached the executive floor, she was
positively shaking. This must be something good. He'd love to
be a fly on the wall for this one. Especially with 1000 eyes to
view this babe. He led her to the office door and watched as she
entered, and closed the door. Was that Mr. Young's secretary by
his desk? Why she seemed to be kneeling. Maybe I'll stroll
around the upper floors for awhile, I might catch some
conversation, which will explain it all. Or better yet, a better
look at the executive assistant. He could hope couldn't he.
Anne entered the huge office. She didn't realize how big office
was. It even had its own bathroom she saw. As she approached
the desk she saw some clothing lying on the man's desk, a large
bra was the top. Then she saw her aunt. She turned to look and
gasped. What the hell, she thought. Her aunt was KNEELING
beside the CEO's desk. And she was COMPLETELY NUDE. What the
F***, is going on.
"Miss Draggert, isn't it.", the company chief said, snapping Anne
around again. Anne just nodded.
"Miss Wilson, here, tells me she has discovered, shall we say,
some irregularities in the Monthly expense report.", said the
impeccably dressed man. "Would you be able to shed any light on
this matter?"
'Oh god'. They knew. Her aunt had already told her boss, there
would be no chance to explain. No chance to return the money.
She knew she was fired maybe even arrested. But, wait. Her aunt
obviously had a sexual harassment case against her boss. Maybe
they could use it to........
"Your aunt brought this information to me knowing that, as your
sponsor, she would be punished severely." stated the executive.
"Her honesty will certainly save her from demotion or dismissal.
I believe, you need to access your honesty, and also the
potential drawbacks to your plight." he paused. "Would like to
say anything, Miss Draggert.", he finished with a penetrating
stare
Anne was finished. She wilted under the CEO's eyes. She was
doomed. She may as well admit it. It wouldn't make any
difference anyway.
"I made up expense vouchers, and took the money from petty
cash.", the words gushed out in a rush. "I also turned in some
receipts for dinners at restaurants that I couldn't afford to go
to otherwise. I needed the money for my car. I wanted a
convertible. I had to have it. The others were just frivolous
whims, but I love my car," She turned to her aunt, "I'm so sorry!
What have I gotten you into? Forgive meee!" The tears started
now, pouring down her cheeks in rivers.
Turning back to the executive she continued, "I'll pay you back.
Honest. I'll get another job and I'll pay the company back every
dime. Just don't send me to jail. Please don't send me to
jail." She knew her job was gone. No sense begging for that.
Her tears boiled from her eyes"
"I'm afraid that there is no way to pay back the money without
making the theft obvious." The executive said. "Therefore the
only way to pay back the company is with you. Either, you will
submit to corporal punishment, and to becoming my total slave, to
do with as I wish, and give to whom I wish, or I will have you
prosecuted to the full extent of the law. Further, should you
decline my offer; your aunt will receive the full and complete
fulfillment of your punishment." He paused to let that sink in.
Diane's eyes snapped up at the mention of her taking the full
brunt of the punishment. She knew if it defaulted to her, it
would be even more terrible.
Anne dreaded the thought of being punished, but jail....... She
couldn't. She had no choice. She would have to accept.
Obviously, the harassment angle would not receive any support
from her aunt. She raged at herself. How had she been so
stupid? She'd dug a hole deeper than she could ever have
imagined.
"Sir,", she stammered. "I don't want to go to jail. I have no
alternative do I?"
"No Miss, you really don't. But you should have thought of that
sooner, hadn't you?"
She was doomed. A doom even worse than she had feared all day.
Would she really become a slave? Would he really do all the
things that ran through her mind as she contemplated her fate.
Slaves were beaten. They were forced to sexually please their
masters. And used to entertain, display themselves before
friends, and business associates. They were even given to
others, as rewards or signs of friendship. She had never had
sex. She didn't even masturbate. How could she ever cope with
such a life.
"Yes Sir." Anne said hanging her head. Her fate was decided. If
she went to jail her parents would die.
"Miss Draggert, ", the executive said. "The terms of my silence
are as follows."
"First, I will seize your car, taking over the title, as well as
the loan. You will not be allowed to drive a car, until you
complete your primary sentence."
"Second, you will give up your apartment and move in with Miss
Wilson! She will have complete authority over you when you are
not serving me. She will report any disobedience or violation of
your sentence."
"Third, you will be transferred from the secretarial pool, and
become Miss Wilson's receptionist. This will allow me more
access to you, allowing more severe punishment, without the
detection by your co-workers"
Four, your period of sentence, will be two years. You will be
available for punishment each and every day, though you may not
be punished every day. You will be allowed to beg for release
from your obligations for a day. But, if such release is
granted, two days will be added to your sentence."
Five, a list of rules will be given to you, similar to, but more
severe than Miss Wilson's.
You will be responsible to know not only the rules, but to know
your number of demerits at any time. The punishment for these
demerits will be in addition to your punishment for your crime.
If demerits are earned for violations involving other people, you
will ask them to provide your chastisement."
"Your punishment will be very severe, as will your life here at
work, and under my or Miss Wilson's care." finished the
executive. "Do you acknowledge and accept these conditions of
your continued employment."
My god. A slave for 2 years. And with her aunt, who was to be
punished severely for HER dishonesty, as her keeper. Her aunt
would hate her. She would probably be worse that her boss. And
Anne would suffer more, because of the shame of having caused her
aunts downfall.
"I guess I have no choice, Mr. Young", she barely breathed. "I have to accept."
"I suppose we should get started then, should we not." Mr. Young
said. "Anne you will disrobe."
'Oh my gosh', thought Anne. She had agreed, but... Now she really
had to do it. She hadn't been naked in front of anyone in almost
10 years. Even her mother respected her privacy. Now she had
to strip in front of the older head of her company. She blushed.
Her blood burned into her checks. She reached slowly for the
buttons of her blouse. She couldn't get her fingers to work, she
was shaking so hard. She got the first button. She moved to the
second. If it wasn't for her aunt's nudity, she wouldn't be able
to do this.
She slowly got the buttons unfastened. She pulled the blouse
opened, and slid it off her shoulders. She reached out and
placed it on the desk beside her aunt's bra. What next, her
skirt. She reached for the button at the side, then the zipper.
The skirt slid quietly down her legs to puddle at her feet. She
reached down and stepped out of the garment, placing it on the
desk too. Oh god. She was going to have to take her bra off.
Her tiny tits would be visible to the executive. She fiddled a
moment. Her blush increased. She was panting, her heart racing.
She reached back and released the bra, then shrugged her
shoulders. It fell into her hands. Onto the desk it went. Her
tits were in plain view. She wanted to cover them with her arms,
but she knew it would not be allowed. She stood there for
several seconds. Her panties were left, her last vestige of
decency. She saw him nod. She had to. Slowly, she slid them
down, and off. She stooped to pick them up and deposit them with
the rest of what were once HER clothes.
She was naked. It hit her now. She had stripped in front of
this man who was at least twice her age. God. And she knew what
was coming next. He was going to ..........
How. How would he punish her first?
"Step behind the chair, ", said her new boss. "And lean over the
back, and place your hand on the front of the seat. Wide, near
the arms of the chair."
Anne complied.
"You are going to under go a severe spanking." Mr. Young
continued. You will not have the intimacy of being over my
knee, or the personal application of my hand. I am going to tie
you here, because you would not be able to maintain your position
throughout your punishment. Then I will use the paddle."
Mr. Young removed some rope from a closet built into the wall.
He roped her wrists to the upright of the chair's arms. The wood
was solid. She wouldn't be able to pull it out or break it.
Then, the executive stepped behind her, and knelt on one knee.
He pulled her right foot out to the leg of the chair, and tied it
securely. He grabbed the other leg, and did the same. She was
opened now. Her anus and cunt were fully displayed before him.
She felt his breath on her intimate place. God, he was staring
at her open sex.
Mr. Young stood, walked to his desk, and took out the trusty ping
pong paddle. It wasn't the same one he had first used on Diane.
That one had splintered with age and use, and had been replaced,
more than once actually. But this one was as heavy and sturdy as
that one had been.
SSMAACK! "OOOOFFFF", the blow caught Anne by surprise.
SSMAACK! He was hitting her so hard
SSMAACK! So very hard.
SSMAACK! Harder than she every imagined.
SSMAACK! He couldn't do this
SSMAACK! "ooohhh"
SSMAACK! He'd ruin her ass
SSMAACK! DAMN THIS HURTS
SSMAACK! "owwww" she moaned
SSMAACK! "OUCH!!"
WWHAACK! He struck again.
WWHAACK! And AGAIN.
WWHAACK! "OWWww"
WWHAACK! And AGAIN
WWHAACK! "AHHHH!"
WWHAACK! It burned.
WWHAACK! "AAAGGGH!"
WWHAACK! And burned.
WWHAACK! "IIIIEEEE"
WWHAACK! She was in pain.
SSLAMM! Again the paddle slammed into her buttocks
SSLAMM! "NOOOOO!"
SSLAMM! Anne's behind was in agony
SSLAMM! "PLEASE!"
SSLAMM! He was really blasting her.
SSLAMM! "I'M SORRY!"
SSLAMM! Tears were streaming from her eyes
SSLAMM! "PLEASEEE!
SSLAMM! The paddle slammed into the violet meat.
SSLAMM! "HELP MEEEEEE!"
WWHAAMM! He continued the paddling
WWHAAMM! "OOUUCCHHHH!"
WWHAAMM! Driving home the lesson.
WWHAAMM! "OOOWWWWWWW!
WWHAAMM! Her ass was purple now
WWHAAMM! "I'M SORRY"
WWHAAMM! "SOOORRRRYYYY!"
WWHAAMM! The pain was unbelievable.
WWHAAMM! "AAAGGGGG!"
WWHAAMM! She couldn't think
SSMAAKK! "PLEASE"
SSMAAKK! She thrashed in her ropes.
SSMAAKK! "NO MORE!"
SSMAAKK! The pain was unbearable.
SSMAAKK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
SSMAAKK! This had to stop.
SSMAAKK! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
SSMAAKK! She was going insane with pain.
SSMAAKK! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
SSMAAKK!! "GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
BBLAMM! "I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I"
BBLAMM! "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"
BBLAMM! "YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
BBLAMM! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
BBLAMM! "GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
BBLAMM! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
BBLAMM! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
BBLAMM! "MMMMMMMMMmmmmmm"
BBLAMM! "AAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh"
BBLAMM! "I I I I E E E E eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Anne slumped over the chair. Her heart was pounding wildly, her
breath coming in pants like a dog on a hot day. She was nearly
comatose. The fire in her ass heated her entire being. But it
was over.
"I will give you a break before I continue." She heard the CEO
say.
MY GOD!!, she thought. I can't take any more. He couldn't
possibly mean to give her more. No, her ass was ruined. It just
wouldn't take any more.
The top exec., sat in the other armchair. He had a perfect view
of his assistant, and her beautiful breasts. As he rested, he
studied them carefully. Yes, a truly gorgeous view, that he
never tired of. He had promised her a severe punishment. He
had to make the punishment fit the crime, even thought Diane had
not been the perpetrator, she was guilty by association, at least
in their little world. Diane understood her place, and his
provincialities. She would think less of him if he didn't punish
her for her part, small though it may be.
"Miss Wilson", her boss called to her. "It is your turn now. Do
you accept your part in this situation, and ask for your
punishment."
"Yes, Sir Mr. Young. Please punish me for embarrassing you.
Please feel free to be as severe as you need to be, to erase my
failure.
"Yes, Miss Wilson," said the executive. "Your punishment will be
short, but very severe. Without your recommendation, this
unfortunate incident would not have occurred. You shall
remember, after this, to make sure that your recommendations are,
shall we say less felonious."
Anne cringed at the last word. He was reminding her that jail was
where she should be headed. But it didn't lessen the pain in her
behind.
Diane just hung her head. She had been so sure of her niece, and
the little bitch had stolen. How could she have judged so
poorly?
Mr. Young rose from his seat. As he approached his secretary, he
loosened his belt, pulling it from the loops. Doubling it over
he stood to the left side of his beautiful secretary.
Diane saw the belt. He had only used it a few times, when he was
particularly disappointed. The end snapped with such ferocity.
She hated it. It left bruises that took a week to fade. She
only hoped he wouldn't give her too many.
"Forty,", said her boss. "To your breasts!"
A gasp exploded from both Diane's and Anne's mouth. 'Her breasts'
both screamed silently. Oh god, Oh god. How could she take it.
A woman's breasts were soft, delicate, and tender. To have them
punished would be awful. To have them punished with the wide
thick belt in the CEO's hand would be terrible.
"Miss Wilson, place your hands on your head.", the CEO said.
Diane complied. "You must keep your hands in place. Each time
they drop below your ears, I will apply one stoke to you back.
If you should fail to return them promptly, I will add an
additional stroke for each count I reach, until they are properly
back on your head. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Keep my hands on my head, Sir." She was shaking now.
Her breasts were a moving target. She closed her eyes, dreading
the coming horror. He was making her wait.
SSSWACK! Her eyes flew opened. It was horrible, worse than she
imagined.
SSSWACK! The belt seared into her breasts just below her nipples.
Pain.
SSSWACK! This one from above, to the tops of her breasts. Air
blasted from her lungs.
SSSWACK! This one reaching to punish the outside side of her
right breast.
SSSWACK! "Oh!" This one across both nipples, burning into her
breasts.
Incredible, her breast meat compressed when the belt struck.
Then it expanded again, ballooning out a fraction farther than
their normal size. Then they would bounce most exotically. Then
a pink image of the belt would form on the skin. He was
mesmerized by the sight. He paused for a moment, watching the
pink lines brighten.
SSSWACK! "Oww!" Again across the nipples. She thought they
would explode.
SSSWACK! "Ahgg!" Down on the tops. The strike searing into
her mind as well as her flesh.
SSSWACK! "Oooo!" Full across only the left breast. Digging
deeply into the flesh.
SSSWACK! "OUCH! Underhand, striking the tender bottoms of her
breasts.
SSSWACK! "AHHH! Again the undersides. The pain was horrible.
Burning. Consuming. Blasting
Into her brain.
He paused again. The beautiful orbs were wonderfully striped.
Hot pink, and lovely.
He was wonderfully aroused. Diane shivered. Her breast jiggled
slightly, he adored when they did that. He watched a moment
more.
SSSWACK! He struck her on the inside for her left breast. It
twisted her around pulling the breast, her torso following
SSSWACK! He struck her right breast low, below the nipple. The
boob compressed then burst outward again, and then bounced a few
times.
SSSWACK! A viscous cut angling down to catch both breasts above
the nipple and slapping them down into her diaphragm.
SSSWACK! Across both nipples again. They were huge, dark, and
pulsing.
SSSWACK! Again compressing the flesh, and bouncing them
vigorously.
He paused again. He had wanted to do this for years. Her lovely
breasts had always been the center of his attention. The key to
his lust for her. To make them move in the ways they were now,
it was fantastic. And the marks, only gave them depth and
texture. He stared at them.
Diane was in pain. After only 15 stokes. There were 25 to go.
Her precious breasts were pink, hot, throbbing, burning and
painful, all at the same time. And the way he looked at them.
Practically drooling over them as they shook, and jiggled. The
lust in his eyes. And the tent in his trousers.........
SSSWACK! The belt cut into her breasts again. "Please"
SSSWACK! It smashed into her engorged nipples. "NOOOO" they
throbbed harder.
SSSWACK! The undersides. "AGHHHH" How it hurt? The stinging
pain, the vicious upward
thrust, and the bouncing to a stop. Each was a blast of
sensation, torment, pain.
SSSWACK! Across her right nipple, the loop blasting into the
outside of her tit. They were tits now.
Breast didn't feel like this. "PLEASE"
SSSWACK! "NO MORE!!!" Boiling, throbbing, hurting TITS.
Mr. Young paused. He walked around his sobbing executive
assistant. Tears poured from her eyes. She sounded like she was
running a marathon, Huffing and puffing for enough air to feed
her pumping heart. Sweat on her brow, the matted hair. All of
that stunning, but her breast were the best part. They were
almost entirely red. Darker where the edge caught or the
strokes overlapped. Her nipples were gigantic, and pulsed with
the beat of her heart. They rose and fell with her rapid
breathing. He watched for minutes.
Diane had never experienced such pain in so tender a place. She
sobbed continuously, gasping for air. She was glad for the
break, even if his eyes were boring holes in her tits. Her tits
were ablaze. Stinging. Hurting. Throbbing. She tried to shake
them to ease the pain. She thought her boss's eye would pop out
of his head. Wrong move. Or was it. The longer he stared at
her tits, the longer she could rest. She watched for an
indication he was ready to deliver more blows. When she saw it
she shook them again, hard. It didn't feel too nice, but he
fixed on them again. It gave her another minute before the pain
came again.
Mr. Young walked to Diane's other side. He should even out the
blows. He knew the game she played shaking those luscious orbs.
He didn't care. It was a sight to behold.
He gave her another minute, a reward for her exhibition.
SSSWACK! "OHHH" He struck her across both nipples again. The
blow wasn't as strong from this
side, but Diane couldn't tell. Only that it hurt.
SSSWACK! "OWW" Down across the tops. Driving her breast down, to
rebound off her ribs.
SSSWACK! "AHHH" Across the left breast, the end splatting
against the outside of that tit.
SSSWACK! "IEEE" across the soft underside. Bouncing them
upward.
SSSWACK! "SHITTTT" Across the nipples again. Her tit, as if
running from the flying leather, retreating into her chest.
Then jumping out again in pain.
Diane's hands came down, grabbing her tits to protect them. They
hurt so badly. She tried to comfort them, but they seared her
hands. Her touch was little better than another blast from the
belt.
SSSWACK! The belt struck her back. He had not hurried. Waiting
many seconds before he gave the penalty. And he didn't start
counting. He motioned to her. Her eyes said no, but she slowly
raised her hand, replacing them on top of her head. SWWACK! The
belt struck her back again. She got the message. He would not
show mercy if she lowered her hands again.
He walked around the sobbing beauty before him. She shook with
the sobs, and her breast danced with the movement. He circled
again. She was gorgeous in her misery. He had never wanted her
so badly. He had to finish.
SWACK! "MMMOOOHH" His swing was not so powerful now.
SWACK! "WHAAAAAA" But still it stung her badly.
SWACK! "AAAHHHHH" He stuck the side. Banging the breast
together
SWACK! "OOOWWWW" Then from the other side.
SWACK! "IEEEEEEEEE" She jerked about, trying to hold her
position.
SWACK! "GGAAAHHH" he struck her from below. The soft
underside bruised.
SWACK! "EEEEEEEEE" The strike angled down catching the
inside of one
breast and driving it down, to rebound vigorously.
SWACK! "AAAAAAAA" Inside of the other breast, causing a
similar reaction.
SSTOPP! "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" The full swing caught just
the tip of her right tit
SSPOPP! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Her left nipple exploded in
pain too.
Diane was nearly exhausted. Her eyes were closed, and only flew
opened with each bite of the belt. Then they would fall slowly
closed, until the next blow. Her respiration had slowed a bit,
but she was drawing huge lungfuls of air. Her hair was soaked,
and matted, her face flushed and sweaty. Her breasts, well they
were striped, welted, crimson, bruised, and moving with each
breath she took and shudder that took her. Her knees were
spread, and her sex was opened and ..............
WET. How could she be aroused? She was in pain. Was her brain
so overloaded it sent signals everywhere. Or was she proud of
the way her boss looked at her. Was his lust firing her own?
Was the pain itself, a stimuli, an aphrodisiac, a form of
foreplay. It stimulated. It made her burn. It penetrated her
mind. It made her lose control. Had the humiliation of her
nudity before her niece raised her desire? Had her observance of
Anne's punishment, stimulated some memories, or. Was it just the
sum of the whole?
He had to have her NOW. He couldn't wait to finish the last 5
strokes. The paddling of the young girl had aroused him, but his
own secretary, and her beautiful breast, made his blood boil.
The sight of those lovely breasts, decorated as they were, was
going to cause him to explode. He wanted her, RIGHT NOW. He
circled behind her, and dropped his pants.
"Get on your hands and knees", was all he said.
As soon as she was down, he reached for her breasts. As he
grabbed them, he thrust quickly into her dripping cunt.
God YESSSSSS. Diane screamed. The penetration was incredible.
In all these years, he had never properly fucked her. She sucked
him constantly, and he used her ass from time to time. But, now
he was FUCKING her. Filling her vagina. Her cunt. Her sex. It
was incredible. Even his hands kneading the screaming breasts,
could not get the attention of her brain. It was busy, basking
in the glow of his penis filling her.
God, she was tight. Velvety and tight. Why had he never fucked
her cunt before? Because he couldn't get her pregnant, was why.
He had to keep up his reputation, and hers. Well his reputation
was made. He would do this again. And again he realized.
Why he kept This woman under his thumb. Why he made her dress
seductively. Why he had initiated the punishments. Why he had
used his desire for corporal punishment to make her the best
office manager in the company. And why had she accepted.. The
humiliation, the punishment, and the passionless sex. And still
she adored him. He knew it. She was quite a lady.
Their lust had them both on edge. The fire consumed them both.
After only a short romp, he exploded into her womb. And the
incredible feeling of his ejaculation triggered Diane's own
orgasm. They locked into a single statue-like being, quaking,
but unmoving. It lasted a long time.
He rested against her, cradling her breasts. They both were
breathing like race horses. It had be some race indeed, a photo
finish. Slowly, he shrank and slipped from her. He lowered her
gently to the floor, then recovered his trousers. He gently
lifted her from the floor and laid her on the sofa, pulling the
ornamental afghan over her. He sat down in an arm chair and
closed his eyes.
After many minutes, Mr. Young opened his eyes. Slowly, he sat
forward in the seat. He had punishment to deliver.
"Well, Miss Dragert", he said. Shall we continue with your
punishment? He slowly walked over to pick up the belt. Anne
couldn't believe he was going to use that on her. She had seen
what it had done to her aunt. AND SHE HADN'T DONE ANYTHING.
Then he picked up his socks. He approached Anne.
"The rest of your punishment is going to be severe.", he said.
"Your screams were bad enough before. I think we need to do
something about that, don't you Miss Dragert." Without waiting
for her reply, he stuffed his dirty socks deeply into the girls
mouth. The socks filled her mouth, stretching it wide and making
her cheeks bulge. They tasted awful.
HISSS SWACK! An Explosion of sound was followed instantly by and
explosion of pain
HISSS SWACK! She hadn't gotten her breath yet to scream when the
second blow struck.
HISSS SWACK! SHE SCREAMED. "aaarrrgghhhhhh" the muffled sound
escaped.
HISSS SWACK! IT HURT. IT BURNED. IT SEARED.
HISSS SWACK! He struck again.
HISSS SWACK! IT BLAZED.
HISSS SWACK! She screamed again. "nooooooooooooooo"
HISSS SWACK! Her ass, it BOILED
HISSS SWACK! He cut viscously across her buttocks
HISSS SWACK! Agony. "lease oppppppppppp" !
HISSS SWACK! The belt was marking her..
HISSS SWACK! "elppppppppppppppp"
HISSS SWACK! She strained at the ropes holding her.
HISSS SWACK! Pulling, tearing at them as he struck again
HISSS SWACK! "owwwwwwwwwwwww"
HISSS SWACK! The belt struck. Agony
HISSS SWACK! "iiieeeeeeeeeeeee"
HISSS SWACK! Fire raged in her ass cheeks
HISSS SWACK! She thrashed on the chair.
HISSS SWACK! "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" !!
HISSS SWACK! Threatening to upset it
HISSS SWACK! "AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR"
HISSS SWACK! But it was a sturdy chair
HISSS SWACK! "GGGGGGAAAAAAAAA"
HISSS SWACK! And she was a smallish girl
HISSS SWACK! Her ass was welting now
HISSS SWACK! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
HISSS SWACK! Digging deep into the muscle.
HISSS SWACK! Broiling her flesh
HISSS SWACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" !!!
HISSS SWACK! Again the belt came.
HISSS SWACK! "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
HISSS SWACK! Flaming into her tight butt.
HISSS SWACK! Torturing her body.
HISSS SWACK! "NNNAAAAAAAAAAA"
HISSS SWACK! Baking her behind.
HISSS SWACK! Searing her mind.
HISSS SWACK! "UUUGGGGHHHHHHH"
HISSS SWACK! Misery
HISSS SWACK! "AAAAAAAAAAAAA" !!!!
HISSS SWACK! Suffering
HISSS SWACK! "OOOOOOOOOOOOO"
HISSS SWACK! Anguish
HISSS SWACK! "GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAA"
HISSS SWACK! Her ass was radioactive
HISSS SWACK! "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
HISSS SWACK! Her mind consumed with pain
HISSS SWACK! "WWWWOOOOooooooooooo"
HISSS SWACK! Excruciating pain.
HISSS SWACK! And shame.
"BOOOOOHOOOOO"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"gauddddddddddd"
He ceased striking the girl. She jerked rhythmically, as if
still being chastised. Gagged cries still coming in bursts,
then, slowly turning to sobs. Great shuddering sobs. He
plucked the socks out of her mouth. They were soaked. She drank
huge gasp of air. He lifted her chin and starred into her eyes.
Dazed and tear-filled her eyes could not yet absorb the image
before her. He waited.
God help me. Hurts so bad. I can't breath. Pain. My ass. It
seethes. It must be gone. Destroyed. Cut to ribbons. How
could I have been so stupid. Throbbing, pounding like a bass
drum. How could she feel it. There was nothing left. Couldn't
be. But the pain. It had to be there to hurt, didn't it.
(amputees know better) The burning. Need air. Heart pounding.
The raging fire. There's a shape. Flaring heat. Something
holding her chin. Boiling in her ass. Ok. Gonna live. Air,
lovely air. Heart slowing. That shape. Blinking. So many
tears. The suffering. Shape. Blinking. OH GOD! It's HIM.
The CEO. The one who ruined her derriere. Hurts so badly. He
was starring at her. Heat, so much heat. She blinked again, and
looked at HIM
There was condemnation in his eyes, nothing like how he looked at
Aunt Diane. Shame, her eyes filled with tears again.
He left her, and sat at his desk. He wanted her alert for the
next part. He wanted her to remember it for a long time. He
would leave her to recover her wits. To let the pain in her butt
simmer. Her next ordeal would set the stage for his relationship
with her. Besides, he was tired too. His arm felt like it would
fall off. He had to rest it for later. The young girl had many
trials yet remaining.
He watched her recovering. Ever so slowly her tears stopped.
Her breathing slowed. Her head hung down, the top resting on the
seat for a long time before she slowly lifted it up. He walked
over to her, her eyes opening widely, watching him. He lifted
her chin, and looked into her eyes again. The condemnation was
gone. But still his stare was hard. He brushed her hair from
her eyes.
"After I punish Miss Wilson, I always give her pleasure. That is
because she deserves such pleasure. You do not deserve to
receive such pleasure. Therefore, after you punishments you will
only receive more pain. This will be your ultimate punishment.
You will be used sexually, but painfully. Your own pleasure will
be carefully denied. Your use will be degrading and humiliating.
It will start now with your sodomy" He picked up the socks,
and replaced them in her mouth
Oh god. He was going to rape her. Rape her ass. She'd heard of
sodomy. She knew what it was. BUT NOBODY did that. Did they?
They couldn't. The opening was too small. And
besides..........
HOLY SHIT. Her ass was a throbbing, burning, area of pain. He
couldn't mean to mount her ass. It would be HORRIBLE. Her
buttocks were in ruins. To shove his cock up her ass, he would
have to grab them and open her. And when he was fucking her ass,
he would pound upon her bruised butt.
This was about punishment. He had no passion for this girl. He
was going to hurt the girl. But, this was going to hurt him too.
He wasn't going to lube her at all. Especially, not with her
cunt juice. He was going to drive himself viscously drive his
cock up her ass. He dropped his trousers again, and lined up
against her anus.
"IIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
He thrust into her asshole, forcing almost half his cock into the
tight opening. She nearly bucked him off and upset the chair.
He shoved a second time, seating himself a little deeper.
Another scream.
"AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He continued to push deeper into the girl's tortured ass.
Thrusting hard, altering the angle to increase the torment.
Finally, he slammed his way fully into the girl's anus, his hips
contacting her tortured buttocks. She screamed each time he hit
bottom.
"AAHHH AAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH", Anne screamed
every time he slammed into the butt. She felt like she was torn
apart. Her buttocks felt like they were being whipped again.
Her little anus ripped and burned. Pain. He was tearing her
apart. Agony. She must be ripped opened. Bleeding to death.
Excruciating pain. She couldn't get away. His torso beating her
abused buttocks. Torn asunder, ruined. His cock knifing thru
her intestines. Incredible anguish. Her rectum was split like a
melon. Opened as wide as a doorway. Consuming pain. Her cheeks
electrified, sparking each time they contacted his hips.
Horrors.
He pounded the girl's ass for only a few minutes, she was
incredibly tight. His penis was being abused with each stroke.
But he knew it was worse for the young secretary beneath him.
She would not soon forget this punishment. And that was the
point. He varied his attack on her asshole, jamming into all
corners of her rectum. He wanted this to be painful for the
entire act. No relaxing. No stimulation. No enjoyment for the
young thief. She would always hate anal sex, after this. The
memory would ruin any enjoyment of the act. And he would use her
exclusively this way. To remind her of her misdeeds. Her
screaming lessened. Time to finish, before it could change into
pleasure. He closed his eyes and thought of the future
punishments he would inflict on this girl. His orgasm built. He
thought of how he would whip her tits. Belts, paddles, maybe a
cane. Yes, he would enjoy her suffering. He reached forward and
grabbed her hair, pulling viscously back on her head. He came.
"NUUGGHH! NNUUGGHH! AARRGGHH.AARRGGHH..UUGGHH..UUGGHH".
'Hurts!' 'Hurts sooo baddd' The lower half of her body was a
mass of pain, fire, misery. Her mind was receiving more impulses
than it could handle. But they were all pain. She shook her
head continuously, trying to throw the signals out of her head.
But they kept coming. Pain. Pain. Pain. Then her head was jerked
up and back. She couldn't even shake away the pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Her scream was long, descending slowly to a continuous moaning.
He slipped from her ass. He used her hair to wipe himself clean.
Her slumped head took little notice. Then he left her draped
over the armchair, still tightly tied. He retired to his
bathroom, where he showered.
Returning to the office, he checked on his secretary. At his
touch she opened her eyes. Her discomfort showed. He helped her
slowly to her feet, and held her steady a moment. Her breasts
were striped, and bruised. He reached to them, cupping them
lightly. She shuddered, her eyes blinking. The heat was almost
gone. He led her into the bath, and sat her on the stool.
Carefully, he applied lotion to the wounded mammaries. She
flinched at first, moaning as he touched her. He used lots of
lotion, only lightly massaging it into the surfaces. He heard
her breathing change slowly. He let his hands slip lower.
Her breast still hurt. But the throbbing was gone, and the
intense burning too. The ache was still pretty bad though. His
hands were barely contacting them. The lotion didn't help the
ache, but she knew it would help her skin not to split or peal.
She must be weird though, his caresses were having an effect on
her. Her breasts had always been sensitive, her masturbatory
key. But to be excited in their current state? She felt his
hand slide down her torso. Down, down to her thighs, her knees.
Oh. Yes, it was stimulating. He toyed with the inside of her
knees, the ticklish skin in the crook of the bend. Then slowly
his hands spread them. They caressed the insides of her thighs.
Slowly, they creep upward. Still slippery with the lotion, they
insisted she open wider. Then she saw his head lower. Felt his
breath on her skin.
He reached out his tongue, lightly tasting the upper insides of
her thighs. So soft. His tongue snaked slowly up. Up till it
tickled her blonde fur covering her pussy, back to her thighs,
following the Vee up to her waist. Tapping dots of moisture
across her lower belly to her naval, then, diving in, as if
digging for the last honey in the jar. He lifted her leg onto
his shoulders, his tongue on a southern trek now. Lightly the
tongue parted the folds on the way down, then reversing course,
flattening, to cover as much territory on the return trip.
Flicking lightly over her clitoris, then back down again. It
disappeared suddenly.
The CEO sucked lightly on the lips of her sex. They were oozing
her juice. Tasty. He stabbed lightly at her hole with his
tongue, purposefully aiming slightly left, right, down, and up
from the center. He sucked lightly again. Then his tongue,
taking a long slow lick up, catching her clit on the base and
sliding the length across the sensitive bud. He kissed the mound
above it, the dived back below. Again, he sucked the lips into
his mouth. More demandingly this time, pulling gently, his
tongue swabbing the captured flesh. Then the other side.
Sucking, pulling, bathing the flesh.
Heaven, she was in heaven. The tongue was driving her toward
orgasm. Teasing her clit. Stimulating her labia. Diving again
into her vaginal opening. Her hips were moving now. Slowly
circling in a lopsided way. Moving up and down as much as
around. Like an old warped phonograph. Up and down and around,
yet spiraling ever higher. This tongue was talented, and cruel.
It stimulated a place, then left it before it could send an
overload signal. It raised her libido higher and higher. Her
hips pushed up more than around now. She started moaning.
"Please," his tongue was on her lips now. "OH!" Sliding down
to her perineum. "AH!" Back up the other labia. Sucking
vigorously, "More", biting gently. "Yes!" Darting into her
cunt. "Please" Twirling, licking. "Guh" Probing. "OOHH"
Withdrawing. "NO!" The tongue slipping upward. "OH" Swabbing
her clit. "SS...' Then sucking it firmly. "..HI...". A light
firm bite. "..TTTTT"
And a tiny shake.
"OH GOOODDDD" Her body went rigid as the orgasm poured over
her. His busy tongue tasted her nectar, working madly to get it
all. It prolonged her orgasm, making her thrash for long seconds
before slumping on the throne.
He slowly raised his head, then, lowered her legs. God she
tasted wonderful. He held her till she regained her composure.
Then he stood, opened the shower door, and adjusted the water.
Removing his cloths, he took her hand, and led her into the
shower. Gently, he washed her, using extreme care on her
breasts. Only his hands touched her there.
He turned off the water, and led her out. Carefully he dried her
with one of the fluffy towels, before drying himself again. Then
he took her in his arms and kissed her.
They returned to the office. He handed her dress to her. There
was no way she could wear a bra and she had not worn panties
today. She slipped it on, and he motioned to the couch. She
walked over and collapsed onto it, watching while he dressed.
He returned to the lavatory, and came back with a couple of damp
cloths. The first he used one to clean Miss Dragert's ass. He
was not overly gentle. Then he used the other to wash her face,
and wipe some of the sweat from her body. He disposed of both
cloths in the restroom. Then he returned and started to untie
the young girl. She barely moved throughout the process. Once
free, he pulled her to her feet, and held her at arms length till
she could stand by herself.
"Put your hands on your head, and spread you legs." he ordered.
Anne complied. More humiliation, they were both dressed now, but
she was still naked and made to stand in this humiliating
position. Totally exposed.
Mr. Young returned to the business items on his desk. He had
several things he had wanted to finish today, and this diversion,
though stimulating, had interrupted them. He worked for nearly
an hour. Reading a report, and jotting notes as he went. He
made a telephone call, but the party he was trying to contact had
obviously left. He got no answer. He glared at Miss Dragert.
She knew he was angry he had been too late to complete his call.
"Miss Wilson,", he called. "Get your pad. I need to send a
letter."
Diane rose, and went to her desk. She soon returned with her
pad, grabbed her stool, and placed it near the desk, opposite her
niece. She carefully lifted the back of her dress, and settled
her flesh on the stool. He began his dictation, rambling on for
sometime.
He finished, "Sincerely, my name etc. etc.. Miss Wilson, please
type that up now so it can be on his desk first thing Monday.
Diane hurried off to her desk. Mr. Young having nothing to do
while he waited, simple starred at the naked girl before him.
"Today's punishment is not yet complete." He stated. "However,
since it is Friday, I have decided to further your chastisement
in a more relaxed setting. You and Miss Wilson will accompany me
to me to my home for the weekend. There we shall begin you
training. For now maybe we should make your rules list. Go to
Miss Wilson's desk and get a spare pad, and pen."
Anne dropped her arms. Thank god. They were so stiff, unused to
that position. She took two steps. '"Oh' her but was stiff too.
She walked into the outer office, her nudity truly hit home.
She asked her aunt for a pad and pen. Then she returned to the
office. He motioned her to the stool. 'NOOOO' she couldn't sit
down. Especially not on at flat, hard, wooden stool. She walked
to it. It was tall, reaching almost to her navel. She reversed
herself. It touched the small of her back. She placed a foot on
the lower rung, and pushed herself up onto the seat.
"OOOWWWWW", she jumped off immediately, dropping the pen and pad
and reaching for her wounded buttocks. But she didn't quite
touch them. Her hands fluttered, wanting to soothe them, but not
wanting to hurt them more.
He was watching her. She drew her hand away, then forced herself
to stoop and gather up the writing materials. Then she stood
hesitating, but knowing she would have to try again. She could
not see sympathy in his eyes. Only determination, ordering her
to assume the seat.
She positioned herself for another try. Saying a silent prayer
she hooked a foot on the rung and pushed up again. 'Oh SHIT' she
screamed silently. She used her feet on the rungs and a hand at
the back of the stool to lift her butt up. Barely touching the
stool she stayed that way for nearly a minute. Then feeling the
rung biting into her feet, and her arm tiring, she slowly lowered
more of her weight onto her flayed fanny.
Mr. Wilson watched her gyrations with inner glee. She deserved
it, and he enjoyed the suffering as well. But he gave no outward
sign except that of command. He watched the oscillation as she
tried to lower her painful buttocks, then raised slightly when it
became too much. Lower, she was almost fully seated.
"Rule one!.", he sharply announced.
She dropped to the seat with a gasp of pain, trying to get the
pad opened and positioned. She leaned and shifted trying to find
a less painful contact with the stool.
"When you are called to take dictation, you will enter, remove
all your clothes then close the door. You will bring the stool
into view of my desk, and sit down on it.", he continued. She
was hastily scribbling trying to get this down. She was wiggling
in the seat so much; he doubted she would be able to read
anything she wrote anyway. "Then you will place your heels on
the top rung, on opposite sides of the stool." Her jaw had
dropped at these words, her pen ceasing.
"Yes. Two legs of the stool between your feet." He paused. She
finally turned back to the pad, finishing his words. He waited,
she looked up expectantly, waiting for more. He was looking at
her funny. Penetratingly. Why. What........ 'Shit' He meant
now. She had to spread herself obscenely on the stool. He was
humiliating her, demanding complete surrender of her private
areas. In addition, she knew in her present condition, it would
cause the pain in her ass to increase. Slowly she moved one foot
right of the stool leg beside it. The pain showed on her face.
She took a deep breath, trying to absorb the increased impulses
from her butt. She lifted her leg up, up to hooked her foot on
the top rung. Her knee came up just below her breasts. Tears
formed in her eyes. The ass hurt terribly, and she was exposing
her pussy. Her face burned with shame. Yet his eyes commanded
more. Full compliance.
She moved her other leg. With the other one so high, it placed
her full weight on her ass. The tear broke free, running down
her face. It hurt so badly. She couldn't do it. Her eyes
begged for release. But his remained impassive. Penetrating.
Demanding. She forced her foot to continue. Up and over. Past
the leg. A sharp intake of breath, as a particularly intense
nerve impulse fired her brain. Her eyes closed, she pursed her
lips and exhaled, as though trying to blow the pain from her body.
Higher she raised her foot. The heel banged into the rung. God
she had to go higher. She lifted more, the foot sliding back
onto the rung. Agony. She was in agony. Every nerve in the ass
was screaming at her. She tried to shift her butt around. She
had no leverage. She couldn't move a little, it only moved the
bones over the muscles causing severe pains. And if she moved a
lot, she would fall off the stool.
They both waited, him for her to settle and return her attention
to the dictation. Her for the pain to diminish to a bearable
level. Slowly, it did. Her mind finally made ready to accept
other things than the pain.
"Oh God", she moaned. She realized how exposed she was. She
positively gapped. Her whole pussy was on display. Her lips
were pulled apart, and hung down slightly. The opening to her
vagina was round and wide. He must be able to see clear inside
her. The way her knees pushed her up and back, even her asshole
must be visible, or nearly so. The slowing tears flowed again.
Why oh why had she accepted this option. Why oh why had she
committed the thefts.
He gave her another minute to reflect, and simmer down.
"When you are privileged to take notes or dictation in this
office, this will be your position. You shall take it without
hesitation, or complaint. Do you understand" he asked
She looked up and slowly shook her head. But she could see that
wasn't good enough.
"Yes Sir.", she said softly. Still he waited. She understood.
She cleared her throat and added aloud, "Yes Sir"
"Good" he said. "Rule Two. You will always sit with you flesh
touching the seat, whether in this office, at your desk, in a
car, or even at home alone. Your butt wounded or not, must feel
the caress of the seat. Always, regardless of venue or company.
Is that clear?
"Yes Sir", she replied. Even in public, she would have to sit in
this humiliating fashion.
"Further, if you are allowed panties, they must be drawn below
the knees, when sitting, and held there firmly with only your
legs. No hands. No support. Only you're spread legs. When you
are not wearing panties, you thighs must never touch. At no
point from your knee to your cunt, can the flesh meet.
Is this clear?"
"Yes Sir", she said more dejectedly. This was awful. She was at
his complete mercy. He could make her just walk around naked.
He might as well be.
"Are you getting this down? I expect you to type it up, and
expect there to be no errors", he interluded.
"Yes Sir."
Rule Three. You will ask permission to use the bathroom. Either
I or Miss Wilson must approve your need, before you can be given
relief. At work, or home. Or wherever. If we are not with you
must telephone for permission, but you may telephone only when we
are not nearby. Any failure will be punished severely.
"You will be punished for your crime nearly every day. In
addition, you will be punished for demerits you receive." If you
receive demerits and I must administer them you will be given 15
stokes for my trouble before I apply the demerits. Demerits will
be given for the following:" Drawing a sheet from his desk, he
read"
1 demerit For failure or hesitation to follow any order
or command from myself or Miss Wilson.
1 demerit For each error in a document caught by Miss Wilson or
myself. A 25 demerit penalty if reported by recipient. And you
will ask for the document to be faxed or returned so errors can
be counted. I will brag of, and wager against your perfection to
my clients and other employees, so they will be eager to report
them.
2 demerits For failure to greet an employee or client.
Regardless of location.
2 demerits Each time I find you with your legs crossed or you
feet other than flat on the floor, unless the do
not reach it. Heel and ball both touching the floor.",
Mr. Young continued. "You will receive a
demerit for each, if both are in violation at the same time."
10 demerits Each 5 minutes you are late for work. Your start
time will be 7:30
10 demerits Late from lunch. For each 5 minutes you are late.
10 demerits Skirt less that 4 inches above knee. If I have to
measure and it's close, demerits will be awarded. One inch may
be added for each 4 inches of slits over 12 inches total. Up to
two slits may be counted.
10 demerit Failure to wear stockings
10 demerits Wearing pantyhose, or other garment or material
covering the sex except panties. If it is a 'No Panties" day or
period the demerits will be tripled.
10 demerits If panties slip below 1" from knees when wearing them
in my car.
10demerits Failure to show adequate cleavage. I will be the
sole judge on this
10 demerits Inadequate makeup Again, my sole discretion.
10 demerits Failure to complete a document on time.
25 demerits Failure to complete as assignment on time.
25 demerits Caught sitting on skirt where requirement of flesh to
seat or when designated other.
30 demerits Using the
bathroom without receiving permission.
40 demerits Not getting bathroom permission in time and
having an accident.
50 demerits Missing work for any reason excused or not. This is
to compensate me for having to use a temp. This is an example of
a special punishment.
100 demerits Alcohol on breathe, or evidence or indulgence
during working hours
100 demerits breaking of a preset after hours 'date.
250 demerits For Exhibition or and other public sexually
related activity without my
Escort or permission. This is for your safety. "
He had read the list fairly rapidly. Anne wrote furiously.
Trying desperately to keep up and get it all. He allowed her to
finish her compilation. He stood and walked around his desk, to
stand before her. He held out his hand.
"Close your pad and hand it to Me.", he said "On Monday, I expect
you to type this up, in triplicate. Also include an alphabetical
cross reference for easy referral to the demerits. I expect it
to be complete, and correct.
About that time Diane returned with the letter for Mr. Young's
signature. Mr. Young took it and sat at his desk. He read it
carefully, but found no errors. He signed it and passed it to
Miss Wilson. She had the envelope and neatly folded and stuffed
it in. She licked it closed.
"We'll mail that on the way home." said the CEO. He picked up
the younger girls blouse and skirt. He plucked 3 buttons off the
blouse. Then taking his letter opener, he forced it into the
side seam of the skirt about half way up. The thread broke. He
worked the letter opener down, pulling the thread from the seam,
stitch by stitch. Then he did the same on the other side. When
he finished, he threw the clothes to the naked girl on the
stool.
"Get dressed. We're going home."
Anne was relieved. The ordeal was over. She could go home and
soak in the tub. Have the weekend to soothe her wounded ass.
Two days of peace and quiet.
"Miss Wilson, You will drive Miss Dragert's car, and follow me.
Miss Dragert, you will ride with me. You will spend the weekend
training for you new position as well as continuing your
punishment. But first we will stop at your apartment, Miss
Dragert. I will pick some clothes for you to wear on Monday, and
we will prepare things to move you to Miss Wilson's. You will
live with her, when you're not serving me."
Anne was dressed. With only the zip and the button of the skirt
and 2 buttons on the blouse didn't take long. Mr. Young motioned
to the door and Diane lead the parade out of the office and down
the hall. The security officer was coming around the corner as
they reached the elevator.
"Good evening, Alan" said the CEO.
"Good evening Sir" said the older executive assistant.
The executive prodded Anne's arm. She looked at him, He nodded
indicating the officer.
"Hello", Anne added remembering the list of demerits.
Alan drank in the site of the females. The older woman was
beautiful. Her dress was pleasingly short, and hugged her body
nicely. The neckline provided a nice deep vee of cleavage and
suggestion of her substantial bosom. She must be wearing
underwear, but it sure didn't look like it. She reached for the
elevator button, and when she straightened up there was just the
suggestion of a jiggle to her breasts. Was she really braless?
Then he looked at the younger woman. Mr. Young had her by the
upper arm. There was no doubt that she was braless. The blouse
was thin enough to show one, and none was present. Besides he
could see her erect nipples against the material, and the darker
shadow of the areolas. The blouse was unbuttoned deeply, showing
the slopes of her breasts too. Her skirt was a little longer
than the assistants, but both sides were slit well up her thighs.
Was that a thread hanging from one of them?
"Did you require any further assistance from me Mr. Young, Sir."
There was something here; he knew it, just what he didn't know.
"Well, now that you mention it,", Mr. Young said, thinking on his
feet. A little more humiliation for the girl? "You can escort
Miss Dragert to the secretarial pool, and watch while she cleans
out her desk. Then escort her to her car and help her load the
items into it. Then escort her to your office, and give here a
seat. Miss Wilson and I are going to dinner. We will return
forthwith, and go from there. If she has anything to say, please
take careful notes, but don't push or interrogate her. Other
than that, be civil, and friendly. Of course, your discretion is
of the utmost importance."
Anne was crushed. She was being turned over to security. Despite
all she'd been thru, she was going to be prosecuted, sent to
jail. The jump out of the secretarial pool was yanked away. She
would lose her job after all.
Alan knew it. She was being fired. And there was more. And he
would get to find out what. He would get to be there when she
broke, and spilled the story. But somehow he knew this was
different. Something wasn't right about clearing her desk, then
going to the office. And why could it wait till the CEO had
dinner. Why didn't he just leave it to Alan to take care of.
He could report it all to the CEO on Monday, and any necessary
charges could be filed, though the doubted that would happen.
Despite the occasional dishonest employee, he had never heard of
any of them being charged legally.
Mr. Young held the young woman out to the security man. Alan had
never physically touched a employee, even though he had escorted
several from the building. Any employee leaving was watched.
Mostly to make sure they didn't take any company secrets, or
other employee's personal items. Yet, Mr. Young held the girl
out to him as if she were a rebellious child. He finally reached
up and took the girl's other bicep, and held it lightly. He
didn't want a harassment charge, or anything.
The elevator reached the lobby. Mr. Young led his secretary
toward the stairs. Alan followed. His eyes followed the
executive assistant's ass. Gorgeous, her hips swayed
seductively. The muscles of her ass flexed and rolled even more
erotically. The 'boss' was very lucky to have that working for
him. Able to watch it each and every day. And maybe even
getting a little on the side, so to speak. Right, in this day of
sexual harassment suits.
Yet, it occurred to him that something was going on here. Was
the top dog getting a top piece at work? Hmmmm.
Anne was beside herself. The man's grip on her arm wasn't that
strong. But, it did brush the side of her breast. But he was
taking her to jail. She knew that was the ultimate end to this
walk. The tears filled her eyes, slowly sliding down alternate
cheeks.
Alan watched the CEO leave. Then he turned and led the girl to
the pool area.
"What's your name,", he asked.
"Aanne", she stammered.
"Well Anne, which was your desk", the security man queried.
She pointed and he led her that way, allowing her to guide them
to the correct spot.
"Ok Miss," he said, releasing her arm. "Gather up you stuff."
He turned and looked around. Yep there were some office supplies
in an open cupboard against the wall. He went over and found a
nearly empty box. Empting the contents, he took it back to the
girl. She didn't have much. When she finished the box was less
than half full. The purse took up a substantial portion.
"My coat is over there." she said as she pointing to the hooks at
the back of the room. They retrieved her coat, then headed back
for the lobby. He followed her now, not holding her arm as she
carried the box. Outside the building, the wind toyed with her
skirt. He moved offline, to the side of her path. He had better
view of her legs. The wind was from his side and slightly
behind, blowing the front flap forward and overlapping the front
of her thigh. Nice legs. To bad this one wouldn't be around to
try to get to know better.
She reached the car, stooping to place the box on the ground
behind it. The back of her skirt fell away, exposing the lower
curve of her thigh. She rose and unlocked the trunk. Stooping
down again, the skirt repeating the view, she picked up the box.
She stood and reached the box into the trunk. She tried to set
it down gently, leaning in.
She suddenly realized her skirt was rising dangerously.
As she reached into the trunk her skirt rose up her thighs. He
was going to get a nice view of her legs. Her butt was pushing
out the skirt nicely. The gust came, stronger that any yet. It
lifted the loose back of her skirt.
'Holly shit!' thought Alan. The slut didn't have any panties on.
Her naked ass had been visible for only a second or two, but it
was unmistakable.
Anne stood up as quickly as possible, but the wind had already
released her skirt. Her cheeks burned. She'd been exposed to
this security person. He must think her a slut too. It was
obvious she didn't have a bra on, but now it was equally obvious
she had not panties either. The tears again leaked down her
cheeks.
Alan was bolder now. He took a firm hold of the girl's arm as he
lead her back to the building. He decided to play with her a
little. He led her in the main door, walking up to the security
person at the main desk.
"Hello, Phil.", he said. "Things quieting down?"
"Yes Sir." Phil replied, eying the girl in his boss's possession.
"All in order." Her nipples were plainly evident, and that
skirt. It swished enticingly as she walked.
"Great. Should be a quiet one. Friday's usually are. No one
wants to be here on Friday." Alan continued, "I'll be in my
office if you need me. Some matters I have to take care of.
Forms, and reports and all." He gave a look to the girl in his
hand, conveying that it was this girl that the paperwork was
about. "Have a good one" he added, and lead Anne away.
Anne tears continued. They were going to ridicule her before the
entire staff, one by one. How had she ever gotten into this.
Alan took a circuitous route to his office. He was sure she
didn't know where it was. He hoped to happen upon other security
people. He could feel the girl's humiliation. Maybe a little
more and she would break before Mr. Young returned. Delivering
the full story to the CEO would be a feather in his cap he was
sure. That the whole story was known, and orchestrated by the
CEO he hadn't a clue. He finally led her into the Security Area,
then into his office. He grabbed a chair from the wall and moved
it closer to his desk, then turned her to it. She just stood
there. He walked around his desk and sat down.
"You may sit down, Miss."
"I'd rather not, Sir" said the girl.
"Please, sit." he told her. "It will be some time before they
return, you know."
Alan could she the girl was upset and concerned with her
situation. But the way she eyed the chair showed raw fear. Like
it was an electric chair or something. She fidgeted, feet
shifting idly. Finally, as if in slow motion she lowered herself
to the chair. She then shocked him. She lifted the back of the
skirt, holding it out of the way till she had her butt near the
chair and the skirt out of the way. Then she moved both hands to
support her the last few inches, which took seconds. Her eyes
looked pained. And a muffled gasp escaped her lips. 'What the
hell'
Alan shifted paper around his desk. He tried to find something
to work on, but his eyes kept coming back the girl before him.
Her blouse was opened showing the creAnne swelling of each breast.
Her nipples, though not as prominent as earlier were pressed
against the material. The semi sheer fabric, hinted at the shape
and form of her tits. Her skirt though not excessively short,
was pulled high on her thighs; by the way she had pulled the back
away to sit on her bare behind. She was. He'd seen her lack of
underwear. Her naked ass had to be touching the seat of the
chair. What a slut. Did she get off on her pussy sticking to
the plastic? Or did she slide herself on cloth seats to
stimulate her. And her legs, they were parted. Not crossed as
most women sat. Not even together. Parted, showing her inner
thighs to. Well the darkness at the end of that tunnel had to be
her sex, her cunt.
But the most interesting of all was the woman's face. It was a
myriad of emotions. Tears filled her eyes. Shame he was sure,
but pain too. Physical pain. He had held her arm firmly, but
not that firmly. She wouldn't even have a bruise, let alone
something to cry about. No she was feeling pain elsewhere. Her
cheeks were pink. Embarrassment. But why embarrassment. If she
was shy about the way she sat, why sit like that, not that he
minded. Fear. In the depth of her eyes he could sense fear.
Was she in that much trouble. They never did more than fire
someone, yet he could sense her real fear. More than just loss
of her job. There was more too. A little arousal maybe. Well
the way she was flaunting herself, she must be aroused. But,
still other emotions ran across her face.
He forced himself to concentrate on a report, ignoring the girl.
After awhile the tears flowed heavier. Then, she started to sob
quietly. He asked if she wanted to talk about it. She shook her
head violently, and a haunted look came over her eyes. This was
going to be a good one. Her sobs slowly increased in intensity.
She was mumbling softly. He pricked up his ears, trying to catch
words, but he wasn't sure she was coherent either.
"I don't want to go to jaillll!" she suddenly burst out. "Please
don't let him send me to jail." She broke into uncontrollable
sobbing. Her breast shook enticingly.
"It can't be that bad.", he said as he walked to a table and
brought her a box of tissues. "The company has never pressed
charges that I know of. Why don't you tell me about it."
Her sobs only increased. How could she tell him anything? She'd
have to tell him the whole story. She couldn't do that! She
could only sit and cry.
She'd almost spilled it all, whatever it was. Darn. Presently,
he returned to his desk and the report, though he still stopped
from time to time to ogle the beauty before him. Time passed.
Suddenly, there was the buzz of the security room doorbell. He
reached for the controller and turned on the monitor, switching
to the correct feed. He touched the intercom button.
"Who is it", though he already knew.
"Alan, its Mr. Young, and Miss Wilson.", the CEO announced. Alan
was following procedure. He knew he appeared on the closed
circuit monitor, but Alan feigned ignorance of their identity. A
good man though, regardless of the circumstances. It was a shame
to keep him in the dark. He would have to do something nice for
him. Hmmmm.
The door buzzed. The CEO pulled it open and guided Miss Wilson
into the department and into Alan's office. Alan was pulling
chairs up next to the sitting Anne. The executive nodded to the
chairs. Miss Wilson took the hint and took the chair by Anne. As
she sat, she lifted the back of her dress to place her bareness
to the seat.
Alan watched the executive's assistant complete the same skirt
ritual as she sat. Was she as bare under her dress as the
younger girl?
"I'm afraid I haven't learned much, sir." reported the security
man. "Just that what ever it is she's afraid she headed for
jail. Other than that, all she's done is cry."
"Alan, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for your silence in
this matter for the time being." the executive told him. The
final disposition of this matter is still under consideration.
Until I reach a decision, I'm afraid it must be kept secret. Can
I count on your cooperation, Alan?"
"Of course, sir.", the disappointed security man said. He had
looked forward to the interrogation of the girl; sure it would be
filled with tears, anguish, and shame for the child. Things he
enjoyed seeing.
To say nothing of the many mysteries that had arisen since he was
called by the big boss.
"You can count on me sir."
"I knew I could. That's why I allowed you the glimpse of this
sweet young thing. Once my decision is final, you will be the
first to learn the full story", he said. Probably the only one
too, he didn't add.
"Now, I believe it's time to leave. Why don't you take Miss
Dragert to my car? She seems to be too distraught to drive."
"Miss Dragert, give your keys to Miss Wilson. She will drive you
car."
Anne was elated. They weren't going to call the police. They
weren't going to send her to jail. Wouldn't ridicule her before
the employees. Wouldn't leave her without a job. On at least
one of these points she would be mistaken. She gave the keys to
her aunt. The security man held out his hand to take procession
of her. She stood, and he again grabbed her bicep.
"Alan, maybe you should restrain your prisoner. ", the CEO
suddenly interjected. Three heads snapped to face the head of
the company, their mouths agape. "Please cuff her hand behind
her back"
Alan hesitated for just a second. Then he had to open a cupboard
to get a pair of cuffs. They didn't carry them here. They were
out of sight in various lock boxes, and drawers in key areas, but
not worn by the security personnel. He applied the cuff
loosely, and made to pocket the dangling key.
"Why don't you give that to me, Alan.", said Mr. Young, holding
out his hand. He had keys to the company's cuffs, but needed to
get this one for his next statement. Why don't you drop by
Sunday about 1:00pm to pick them up? Come for dinner. You're
off aren't you?"
'Ah ha', Alan thought as he handed over the key. He would get to
find out what was going on. But he would have to wait till
Sunday. "Yes sir, I have Sunday evening off. Dinner would be
splendid." And having been asked if he had the day off (his
afternoon shifts) he knew it would be more than just dinner.
They filed out of the office, and out to the cars. Mr. Young
headed for the drivers side and tapped his remote. Alan, still
holding Anne by the arm pulled the latch and opened the other
door. He helped the girl sit in the seat, guiding her head to
avoid the top. A sharp intake of breath accompanied her
connection with the leather. As she swung her legs to the front,
she made a audible moan. Her skirt was all twisted by her
actions. Alan had a bold idea. He reached in and pulled her
skirt trying to straighten it. He saw the girl glance in the
direction of the boss. Then she arched up lifting her derriere
off the seat. Alan straightened the skirt and smoothed it down,
feeling the girls legs. He withdrew his hands. The girl
maintained her arched position. ??????
"Her flesh must touch the seat, Alan.", the voice from the
drivers seat said. "Lift her skirt so she can sit properly.
He knew it. Somehow it was a requirement for the women. He
reached in and slid his hand along the backs of the girls thighs,
pulling the skirt upward. Along her thighs, and a over her
buttocks. Her ass cheeks were textured, and just slightly warmer
than her thighs. Intriguing! Especially the look on her face,
as he bunched the skirt in the small of her back. She was
mortified. Her blush burst into her cheeks and down her neck.
Intriguing! She lowered her buttocks to the seat, more carefully
this time. Only a touch of discomfort showed in her eyes.
Politely, he tried to straighten the front of her skirt, but it
would only cover a few inches of her thighs. Then he reached for
the seatbelt, and pulled it across her chest. He clicked it then
followed the strap across her chest, running his fingers lightly
between it and her blouse. He was looking into her eyes the
whole time, watching her changing emotion. Embarrassment,
thanks, arousal?
Thank you, Alan. See you Sunday, 1:00pm sharp." Alan closed the
door and watched as the two cars left the parking lot.
Amy eyes opened slowly. She blinked. Where was she? Oh yes,
she remembered now, the discovery, the spanking, the humiliating
exit from the company offices. Then their visit to her
apartment, and finally the humiliating arrival at the mansion.
She had been stripped and then escorted to this room. They tied
her to the bed, arms and legs spread, a single sheet covering
her, and the lights doused. How she had cried herself to sleep.
She raised her head to examine the room. Beige walls, a large
dresser, a closet. Two doors, one she had entered thru, the
other probably a bathroom. That was it. No sign of anything
showing use. The closet empty, as was the top of the dresser.
She lowered her head again. What was going to happen to her?
After a while, without anything to occupy her, she dozed
lightly.
A lock was being used. She heard the tumblers click, then the
key sliding out. The door to the room opened. The CEO stood in
the doorway. Her Aunt entered. She was dressed in a diaphanous
long robe, underneath could be seen a beautiful, blue negligee.
Her Aunt came and sat on the bed.
"I have been appointed your guardian and mentor." her aunt began,
as she began loosening the bonds hold the girl to the bed.
"I will be your sponsor for your training and therefore your
performance. Since this means that I will be responsible for
your success and your failure. Therefore, I cannot allow your
failure, so I will have to be a severe taskmaster, to ensure your
success. Understand, if I receive punishment for your actions,
you will be repaid double.
I did not ask for this, but it cannot be changed."
"Now When we are here at Master's home, (Yes he is your Master
now) you will fill the position of maid or serving girl. You
will be given appropriate clothing when you are allowed such
privilege You will serve in that respect unless you are
receiving you punishment. You will serve similarly for me when
we are not here at the mansion."
"Now it is time to get up. Your first training is that you will
rise promptly at 5:45 am daily. You will take 15 minutes to
bathe, apply your makeup, dress, and tidy you room. Then, you
will report to the kitchen. There you will help the cook with
breakfast, in any way she requests. Breakfast is at 6:15
precisely, so you will have to work quickly to set the table
etc.. At 6:30, you will be allowed 5 minutes to feed yourself.
Then you will clear the table etc.. On work days, you will
change quickly, and we will leave for the office at 6:45. If you
are at my apartment, you will prepare our breakfast, serve and
clear, and wash and dry the dishes. We will leave at 6:45 from
there too."
"Your clothes will be picked for you each day, often from a menu
sheet. You will have to keep you clothes clean and well pressed,
in order to have them available. Failure to wear the designated
clothes, or dirty, wrinkled or slovenly attire or appearance will
be severely punished."
"You will follow every order of Mr. Young, myself, or the staff.
Hesitation, refusal, or complaint will be dealt with accordingly.
Do you have any questions?"
Amy shook her head. She was going to be a servant, a simple
indentured servant, working off her sentence. How medieval.
Her aunt released her binding. "Ok, its 6:07, you're already
late. I'll take you to report to the cook. See if you can earn
the privilege of clothes, before the weekend is out."
What! She had to earn clothes. She had to be naked, before not
only the CEO and her aunt, but the house staff. How many were
there? Damn. Damn. Damn. But what choice did she have.
Amy rose from the bed. The discomfort in her buttocks added a
new thought. Her buttocks were bruised, welted. Everyone would
see the evidence of her chastisement.
Diane gave her no time for thought. She walked out of the room
and took the arm of the fully dressed CEO. They headed for the
kitchen. Amy ran to catch up. They walked through the halls and
down the stairs. When they entered the kitchen, the cook looked
up. It was obvious what she though of intruders into her domain.
"This thief is working off her crime.", the CEO made clear Amy's
status. "She will report to you 15 minute before meals. She
will set and serve, and do anything else you need while in your
domain. As you can see she has to earn her keep here. If she
serves you well, I wish to know of it. If she does not, I wish
to know as well. You will have the option of administering any
punishment she earns during her time in your domain. She all
yours for the next hour. Will breakfast be on time?"
"Of course, Sir." the cook replied. "unless this waif commits
some grievous error.
The CEO nodded, then took the arm of her aunt and left the
kitchen
"Well missy," the cook said as she flipped a pancake. "Get to
it. Plates etc. are in the cupboard to the right of the door.
Service for two. Silver's in the drawers below, and clean
tablecloths below that. Change the linen, and set the table.
Juice glass, milk glass, as well as cup and saucer. And
grapefruit spoons. Then fill the syrup pitchers. You'll find
them in the cupboard to the left. Place them on the table, along
with the butter dishes you'll find in the fridge. A pitcher of
milk too. Then fill the coffee server, and place it on the side
counter. You can handle that when everyone is seated.".... "Go"
Amy hurried to carry out the orders. The tablecloths were
pressed she saw. And there, beside them, linen napkins, severely
creased. Ok got it. She took them to the dining room and
changed the table covering. The service. In addition to the
plates, she added a bread plate. Silver at each place. Should
she place an extra fork? Better safe than sorry. Glasses, cups,
and saucers. She took the napkins and tucked the flaps making
them stand on the plates like she saw in one restaurant. Filled
the coffee pot, filled the syrup pitcher, topped of the milk
pitcher, and set the butter down. Butter knives, she rushed back
for them. As she returned she saw them enter the room. Her aunt
was in a lovely print sundress, the hem well above her knees.
She placed the knife then snapped to attention. Shit. It hit
her again. She was naked. The diners were well dressed, and she
was serving them breakfast, NAKED.
The CEO helped his guest into a seat, and then sat himself. He
looked up at Amy expectantly. THE FOOD. Amy practically tripped
as she rushed to the kitchen. The cook was just inside the door,
with a covered tray, a smirk on her face.
"Coffee is usually poured first at breakfast, dear." said the
cook as she passed the tray. Amy was stunned, an error already.
She worked so hard to set everything right, then she forgot to
pour coffee. Damn. She had to be perfect. She had to earn some
clothing. She carried the tray to the table placing it between
the two. Then she grabbed the coffee pot and poured, careful to
serve from the left and take from the right. That was the way it
was supposed to be done, wasn't it. Then she stood against the
side counter, and waited to serve their needs.
The girl was trying. He could see the defeat in her eyes as she
brought the pancakes to the table, and then poured the coffee.
Backwards, but correctly presented. He would not count this
miscue. He had more than enough to punish her for. Besides,
being served by a naked slave girl was more interesting than
keeping score. As they finished eating, he addressed the naked
girl.
"When you've eaten, and finished the dishes, report to me in the
study.", he said. He dropped his napkin in his plate and stood.
Taking the hand of the older secretary, he retired from the
dining room.
Amy hurriedly cleared the table, stacking everything neatly by
the sink. Even changing the linen tablecloth. The table looked
plain, so she set 4 plates, silver and glasses, as if for a light
meal. When she returned to the kitchen she saw the cook sitting
in an alcove eating breakfast. She saw a second plate set beside
her, with three large pancakes. She approached.
"Go ahead", the cook said with a laugh. "We won't starve you."
Amy hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. She plopped into the
chair. 'OH' she had forgotten her wounded bottom. But she dived
into the meal, with gusto. The juice was excellent, fresh
squeezed. And the pancakes were delicious. Light, fluffy, and
so good. She drank two whole glasses of milk.
The cook watched her with amusement. This was a new experience
for her too. The staff had all been called together last night
to learn of their new boarder. Miss Wilson, had stayed overnight
before, and the staff had some idea of the games she played with
Mr. Young. But now they learned that there would be a more
public example of his preferences.
"Run along, missy.", said the cook when she finished. "I suspect
today will be a long one for you. You'd best get started." She
chuckled lightly.
Amy left the kitchen, and wandered down the hall, looking for the
study. She found it. She knocked lightly on the doorjamb. When
her employer looked up, she said. "You wanted to see me sir."
"Yes my dear. Come in. Stand here in front of me." She
approached and stopped before his chair.
"We will commence with your training.", the seated man said, as
he examined the nude before him. "When ever you stand before me,
and have not yet be given an order, you shall stand with your
hands behind your back clasping one wrist with the other hand.
Your feet will be shoulder width apart." You shall take this
position, dressed or undressed. Here, at work, or anywhere you
are called into my presence.
Amy moved her legs apart, and placed her hands behind her. She
saw his eyes check the veer of her sex, then up to check the way
her breast were thrust forward.
"Then we have some positions, which will facilitate your
presence, punishment or exposure. When you are told to kneel,
you will kneel with your knees shoulder width apart, and your
butt resting on your heels. Your back must be straight and your
hand behind your back, do so now."
Amy knelt. It wasn't bad except her heels dug into her bruised
bottom.
"Kneel up, means to rise off your heels, straightening your
entire body from knee to head. 'Attention', chest out stomach in
and all that. And you will place your hands on top of your head.
Fingers interlaced. Kneel up now"
Amy took the ordered position. She noticed that her aunt was
listening closely.
"Arch your back more. This is a present position to show off
your chest and narrow belly. And push your butt out more.
Display your assets, Miss Dragger.
Amy blushed slightly at the thought of displaying her naked body
more than it already was. But she moved to comply.
"Please list and demonstrate your positions so far."
Amy jump to her feet. "Present", she said, and parted her legs
and clasped her hands behind her. She waited a moment. "Kneel."
She dropped to her knees, resting on her heels. "Kneel up" she
finished, as she rose to a 'brace', back straight, chest and ass
out.
"Very good!" said her captor. "Now we will continue with
position for punishment and use. Squat. Just what it says,
spread you feet two feet apart then lower yourself so your cunt
is framed by your feet and less then 8 inches from the floor.
Your knees must be spread wide, don't want to hide any of the
view you know. Your hands should be behind you.
Amy stood then lowered herself into the demeaning position. She
could feel her labia open, her sex fully on display. Her cheeks
burned. It was almost 3 minutes before she heard him speak
again
"Very nice, Miss Dragger, again, make sure your back is arched.
"Table, means you will get on all fours, arms and legs well
apart, back straight and flat."
Amy fell forward, glad to leave the humiliating squat position.
Her hands were well apart on the floor. She tried to arch her
back, making a flat surface like a table. As she looked up at
him she could see him look below her eyes, at her hanging tits.
"Good. You will serve often as a table, or footstool." The man
continued. "Ass up. You will drop your chest to the floor, arms
straight out in a 'T', back arched, and your ass high in the air.
Amy dropped her arms, and spread them out. She had to turn her
face to the side. She arched. Thank god she was facing him.
Both her cunt and ass were spread obscenely.
"You get points for compliance, but none for style. When you
present you ass, you face it toward the person requesting it.
When you are ordered to the table position, it should be a
profile view." The executive continued. "So from the top, show
me."
Amy jumped back to her feet. "Present...Kneel....Kneel
up......Squat.......Table.....Ass up." She announced each
position then performed it. The squat and the Ass up were hard.
One opened her and the other displayed the openings.
"Not bad. Let's continue. "Breasts. Kneel, and cup your
breasts. Present them as if a gift you are giving to the
requester." He allowed the girl to offer her tits, pausing to
examine them, and to increase her humiliation. "Back. Lie on
your back, with your back arched. Your arms and legs raised and
out at a 45 degree angle." The girl laid down and spread. "And
cunt. On your back as you are, and reach down and pull you pussy
lips wide."
'Oh god' Pull herself open. 'Shit'. She lowered her hands. She
had to close her eyes. She grabbed each labium, and slowly
pulled them apart. She burned with shame. She was completely
opened. He could see up into her cunt she was sure. Tears
welled up in her eyes.
"There is two last commands that go together, though both may not
be used." her tormentor said. "Masturbate and Cum. Masturbate
means you will use your hands to arouse and stimulate your body.
Your breasts and your cunt. Don't forget your clit and your
asshole. Show me you know what I mean."
'Oh god.' play with her cunt.... with people watching. 'Oh
God.' She looked up pleading for release from this ordeal.
But there was no pity there. Slowly, she started to caress her
labia. Her face blazed. Her fingers were clumsy, tentative.
He just allowed her to continue. It took several minutes before
she was able to arouse herself. Slowly, her arousal built. She
closed out her surrounding, and concentrated on her feelings.
She was getting close. Her fingers were teasing her pussy,
tapping at her clit, panting towards her orgasm.
"When allowed to masturbate, you will not reach completion,
unless you are given the command to Cum."
What. What did he say? Not reach completion. Unless given the
command cum. She didn't really understand. She'd lost her
place, so to speak. Hearing nothing more she concentrated her
pussy again. Yes, it was building again. She was close again.
Soon. She hand flew. Yes, pant, going to .......
He grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hands away. 'Nooooooo' Her
hips thrust upward, reaching for something to finish her off.
Anything. Please. Just a little more. But it was too late, her
arousal faded away. Shit. Damn.
"You were not given the permission to cum, cunt." He held her
hands, smiling down at her, reveling in her loss. "When you
masturbate, you will continue without orgasm until you are told
to cum or to stop. It appears you will need substantial training
in this area. Present!"
Amy struggled to her feet. She was flushed and sweaty.
"Miss Wilson.", the executive said. "you will continue Miss
Dragert's training in these positions. Run her through them.
Mix them up, and make sure she masturbates several times, but
stop short. She hasn't earned clothes, let alone an orgasm. I
am going to read." He picked up a book from the table at his
elbow.
Diane sat up in her chair. "Present, Missy" Diane liked the
title the cook had used. Polite, innocent. Just what she had
been.
Amy scurried to stand before her aunt. For the next hour, she
moved from one position to the next forward, backwards, all mixed
up. Worse 4 times she was made to masturbate in front of her
aunt. It was so humiliating, but she had little time to think
about it. It did make her arousal higher, though. But that made
it harder to avoid an orgasm. Her mind was consumed with her
need to cum now.
"Enough", he was standing over her, watching as she masturbated
again. Once she calmed some he ordered, "Present"
She struggled to her feet and stood hands behind her, legs open.
Her wet sex on display. He made her stand until her breathing
slowed and the sweat dried from her body. Still she stood.
Finally, he spoke.
"It's time you earned your keep. These books get dusty. You
will take the duster and cloth on the corner table, and start
with the section behind the door. Start at the top. Take down
each book and dust and stack them neatly. Dust the shelf. Then
return the books to the shelf. Make sure they are returned in
the correct order. When you finish the first section, you will
move to the next, working around the room." He pushed a button
on the table. The wall lit up, the shadows disappearing.
There was a ladder that rolled on a rail fixed above the top of
the shelves. She would have to climb it, to reach the top two
shelves. And she knew she wouldn't be allowed to sit, even on
the floor. So she would display her ass, and probably more,
repeatedly.
She dusted for a long time. Reaching up to pluck a book. Then
dust it carefully. Bending to stack it on the floor. Then the
next one. Again. And again. She finished the first section, and
started on the next. God this was boring.
"Miss Amy", she heard his voice call. She walked across the
room, to present herself.
"Miss Amy, it is nearly 11:30. You will report to the kitchen at
6:00 am, 11:30 am, and 6:30 pm, as meals are at 6:15, 12:00 n,
and 7:00 pm. You will not be prompted from here on. Your
presence is expected. There are clocks in every room, so you
will have no excuse. Now, finish up that shelf, then report to
the kitchen." Amy hurried off to do his bidding.
Lunch was a repeat of breakfast. She had the advantage of having
draped clean linen this morning. She cleared two of the places,
after checking with cook that no other guests were expected. She
was half done already. She checked the things cook was
preparing, then added salad forks and fruit plates to the table.
She had everything done by 11:50, so she asked cook if there was
anything she could do to help. Cook set her about preparing the
salad.
'Tear the lettuce, don't cut it. Add some romaine, and slivers
of red cabbage. Then julienne carrots, thin slices of radish,
and fine crescents of onion. Add cherry tomatoes on the top
after tossing and putting in the serving dish.' The cook coached
her thru the steps of a nice looking salad. As nice as the one
she had in that restaurant on the beach, the expensive one.
Amy served the meal. Coffee wasn't first at lunch or dinner
either, so she had set water glasses and filled them when the
diners were seated. She served her salad, held the bowl just
below her bare breasts, as they dipped the forks and levered the
vegetables onto plates. A lazy-susan had dressing, and there was
fresh baked bread. The aroma made her hungry. After the salads,
she served a delicious looking stir-fry. By the time they
finished, and she cleared the table, she was starved. Cook had
their plates set in the alcove again.
As they ate, cook asked her about her self. Where she was born,
about her parents, schooling? Amy asked about cook, where she
was born, NY, family, only child, and how she got to work for Mr.
Young. Here she got no answer, so cook noted she had better see
what Mr. Young had for her to do. She would probably find them
on the terrace.
Amy stopped halfway out of her chair. She had come to grips with
her nudity. Not comfortable, but she was handling it. But now,
she would have to go outside, naked. Shit. The humiliation was
back again.
She slowly, walked through the dining room. She found a doorway
to the terrace between it and the study. She hesitated, took a
deep breath, and opened the door. The sun shine was warm on her
body, but it was just a bit cool to be naked. Her nipples
hardened, goose bumps sprouted on her skin. She found them on
the edge of the terrace, facing the lawn beside the pool. She
had to walk onto the grass, to stand before them. She assumed
her position. She saw her aunt had changed. She wore a sheer
white silk blouse, it was unbuttoned to the waist, and you could
see large curves of her breasts. Her skirt was full, and.....
She had it pulled up behind her. Just like Amy was ordered to
do.
"Ah Miss Amy.", the well dressed man said. You could slice bread
with the crease of his trousers, and the white dress shirt was
surly starched heavily.
"You look cold dear", he seemed to observe. "Perhaps some
exercise will warm you up. Why don't you start with some
loosening up exercises? Do 25 trunk twists. Put your hands on
your head. Keep your hips square, and turn your upper body 90o
to the left, then back to center, then right 90o, then center.
Use a 4 count cadence, and repeat 25 times. Ready. Begin."
Ok a little exercise would warm her up. She put her hands on her
head and began.
"One, two three four." Once she got the rhythm, her mind
wandered. She took in the view. Pool, Terrace, lawn, house.
Water slide, Window, shed. Billiards table. Driveway, upstairs
window, Flower garden, black bars. What! Stop. No go. Pool, CEO,
lawn, his eyes. Pool, grass, lawn, grass. Bars, why were there
bars on that window. Keep going. Bars. Prison? What? Thank
heavens she could do the reps automatically. His eyes were
watching her closely. Her body kept moving, mindlessly. His
eyes were following, focused. Body moving........shit. She was
snapping crisply from front to side and back. Shit. Her tits
were bouncing around like balls. Moving farther than her chest,
the bouncing back to try and find their place. Boing, bounce,
jiggle bounce. Boing, bounce jiggle bounce. How embarrassing.
She finished the count. Her face was flushed from more that
exertion.
"Not bad Miss Amy", the executive said. "Now for some cross over
toe touches. Arms straight out the side, bend forward and reach
your left hand to right toes. The back up and spread. Then
right hand to left toe. Again count aloud. 25 reps.... Begin"
Amy moved her arms out. One...Two.......... Bricks, boss,
grass, his eyes. Bricks, his stare, grass, eyes. He was
watching again. She could feel her tits jiggle, and his eyes
were on them. Or was he watching her sex. Her lips were
opening, from her stance, the friction of movement, her arousal.
How could she be aroused? This was humiliating, being made to
exercise naked for his enjoyment. Damn it.
ON she went, finishing the reps. She returned her hands behind
her, breathing a little harder.
"Jumping jacks next", the businessman said. "Arms at sides, feet
together, then jump and swing arms to straight above head, and
legs apart. A solid 90O angle to the legs. Then jump back, and
bring everything back together. Four count cadence still, or two
jacks per count. Ready..... Begin"
Amy knew that this was just what the dirty old man wanted. She
started the exercise. Spreading her legs wide. Her were tits
bouncing around violently. Even her pussy lips jarring down and
open, as she jumped. She tried to stare back at the
administrator. But she couldn't hold it. His gaze was to
humiliating. She dropped her eyes. She tried to concentrate on
the movements, but the increase movement of her breasts, and the
way her lips banged together, and the humiliation of being a live
porn show, increased her arousal. As her arousal increased so
did her humiliation elevated higher. Which increase her arousal?
The cycle continued. Her breathing increased, and not just from
her exertion.
He saw her eye drop. Saw the humiliation, and arousal. Her
sweating body radiated sex. He had her just where he wanted her.
She finished the last jack. He let her rest for a full minute.
"Now for some squats. Hands on head fingers locked. Feet apart.
Squat down all the way, ass 6 inches from the ground. Stay
there for a four count, and then rise for a four count. 25 reps
again. Hands on head..... Ready......... Begin."
Down she went. Shit. She wasn't near close enough to the
ground. Lower. Still lower. This hurts. My knees don't bend
this far. Shit. She was wide open. Her cunt was spread like a
newspaper. Damn. He found more ways to expose and humiliate
her. Back up. Count. Down. Push to get low enough. Opened,
she could feel cool air enter her pussy. Her cunt was the focus
of the sight. Gaud, this was humiliating. Up. Down. He would
be able to see into her.
There were tears of shame in her eye now, but something else too.
A drowsy, sultry look, that didn't fix with exercise, at least
not this kind of exercise. He watched her, her cunt spreading as
she reached the bottom of the squat. Her opening was not black,
but reddish, her hymen not quite visible, but just out of sight.
Yes, he would enjoy taking her virginity, but he doubted she
would. She finished the exercise. She was panting heavily. The
very deep bends, took a lot of work. He gave her a couple of
minutes to slow.
"Let's finish with some running. I want you to run to the shed
to your right. Circle it, then return here and run in place for
20 counts of 4. Then make another trip around the shed etc...
10 circuits. You must complete the 10 circuits within 15
minutes. If you do you will earn an article of clothing. If you
do not, you will receive an additional 30 stokes to you
punishment. Do you see the shed?
Amy looked. It was over a 100 yards to the shed. With 20 sec
stuck running on display, she could take little more than 1
minute to circle the shed and return. Very little more. She
nodded her head, slowly.
"Okay," said the reclining man. Taking a large clock from the
table, he reset it to 11:59. As the second hand came past the 10
he said. "Go!"
Amy turned and ran. There was a slight rise between the house
and the shed, maybe 3 feet. Then down to the shed which was just
a little lower than the house. As she climbed the rise she could
see more of the shed, and then the fence just beyond. Then of
the way to the shed she noticed. The road ran along that side of
the property. The fence was only about 3 feet tall. You could
easily see the cars over it. There were shrubs, and a few trees,
but not enough. She would be able to be seen from the time she
crested the hill, till she once again rose behind the shed.
That's it. If she moved left, the bigger gaps in the foliage
would be shielded by the shed. She angled over. But she would
still be visible when she rounded the shed, almost point blank in
front of the barest part of the fence.
She listened. She couldn't hear a car. Okay, she rounded the
corner of the shed and circled it. Shit, there was a man behind
the flower garden, turning compost. He hadn't seen her yet, his
back to her. She turned for the house. Up to the terrace, and
back to her spot. Shit. He was watching. She realized her tits
were flopping like fish out of water. Up down around. Damn it.
He probably loved it. Only 45 seconds. She could do this. 1, 2
3 4. 2, 2, 3, 4. 3, 2.... His eyes were following her tits,
checking out her pubes.
Off on the next lap. Using the shed for cover. Listening, no
cars. The gardener still digging away. Ha, she had this
figured now. Around the shed, and back to her spot. What was he
doing? Oh yes, eating in the shell peanuts. Oh crap. He's
throwing the shells into the grass. Right where she had been
standing. Okay, she moved back a bit. He shook his head. She
moved forward. 'Ooooo' The shells were sharp on her tender
feet. 1, 2, 3, 4. 2, 2, 3, "ahh", 4. She slipped forward
farther, away form the shells. He was saving more, a small pile
in the napkin on his lap. ...3, 4. 20, 2, 3, 4. Off again.
Another lap, she was back by the terrace. There were a lot more
shells. Spread widely over the grass. There was only a narrow
strip at the very edge of the terrace that was clean grass. She
moved to that. He had a great view now. 1, 2, 3... Off
again. No cars, gardener busy. Great maybe she could finish
without being seen. Well except for him. Back before him. More
shells around, but the strip still clear. Her body was slick
with sweat now. Her boobs dancing on her chest. Time. Good.
Four minutes and 35 seconds. She could make this easily. She
wanted those clothes. Count done, go!
She approached the shed, listening. Shit a car. She could her
the motor and tires whining on the pavement. She slowed her
pace, angling a bit to get the best coverage by the shed. She
had to slow further, waiting, hoping she wouldn't have to stop.
Was the sound receding, she was almost to the shed. Yes, yes it
was. Great, out around the shed she ran. Yes, she could see
flashes of the car thru the thicker foliage down the way, it was
past, couldn't see her. She ran on. Clear on this side, up
toward the house. The strip of clear grass, running, counting,
flopping. God, she hated this. Off again. Two more laps
without problems, but she was tiring. She knew they weren't as
fast as the earlier ones. Still she had almost half the time
yet.
She approached the shed on lap 8, no sound, but when she glanced
over the garden she saw the gardener put the shovel into his
wheelbarrow. Not a good sign. She started around the shed
watching him. "OHH!", 'Shit. Shit'. She'd slipped, crashing to
the soft earth. She wasn't hurt but the air was forced from her
lungs noisily. She scrabbled to her feet. She couldn't waste
time. She needed those clothes.
She came around the shed. Damn, she knew it. The gardener was
looking around, obviously curious about the commotion. He caught
the movement and focused on it. In her mind she saw his eyes
expand to grapefruit size, popping out feet in front of him to
view her better. She really did see his jaw drop. She steeled
herself, and plunged on. But she could feel her cheeks and chest
burn with the increase blood flow.
She was back to the terrace. Now there were shells on the last
of the grass. Not many, but a few. She ran in place, 1, 2, 3,
4. She didn't realize it but her count was slowing too. Tired,
she thought, so tired.
'Ouch', a shell. She finished her count, and headed off again.
She looked for the gardener. He was spreading something on the
compost pile, Lime she guessed. But he was behind it now,
facing her way. Her movement caught his eye. He stopped and
watched her. She felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So naughty.
Yet her cunt throbbed. Running was hard work now. She was
blowing hard, sucking in fresh air. She watched her step this
time. She wasn't going to slip again. She rounded the shed.
"Fuck!", she said aloud. There was a vehicle right in the opened
spot, an SUV. The back seat held two young boys. And they were
both looking her way. She saw their jaws drop and their eyes
enlarge as they focused on the naked female only 20 feet from
them. Amy dove to the ground. Shit. She could see their heads
turn to keep her in view. If the adults saw her, there was sure
to be trouble. How had she forgotten to listen for traffic. She
listened now, pressed to the earth. The whine of the SUV tires
was diminishing slightly, but she could hear a deeper whine
approaching, a truck, not far behind the SUV. She had to stay
put. The truck passed quickly, but its heavy whine made her wait
to be sure there were no others masked by the noise.
She threw herself to her feet. She lost a lot of time. She dug
in, running for all she was worth. She had to win that clothing.
She raced back to the terrace. Damn. More shells, everywhere,
but especially on the area she had been using. She couldn't run
on those. There just wasn't any bare grass, least not with the
range she knew he'd demand. Wait the terrace. It was stone
slabs. Rough sure, but there were no shells on it. She moved
carefully up to it. She still stepped on shells twice. It hurt.
Why had she done this? She was practically in his lap. She
started her count, eyes on the roof so she wouldn't have to meet
his gaze. 1,2,3,4. 2,2,3,4.... Something brushed her foot, it
flew away from her movement. A bug or something she imagined.
....3, 4. 4, 2.... Something else, light, but banging into her
ankle. She looked down.
He was throwing more shells at her feet, as she ran! Shit! Keep
going. 7, 2, 3, 4.... 'eeee', she stepped on one. ....3, 4.
13, 2,..... She tried to tread more lightly. ...4. 16, 2,
'damn', another, 3, 4. Her feet were starting to hurt. ....19,
2, 3, 4. He threw a large shell right under her foot. His
timing and aim were nearly perfect. "OWWWW!" Just where the big
toe meets the ball of the foot. Sharp, deep, it cut her. The
next step was agony. The next was 20. She stopped and lifted
the foot.
She was bleeding, a lot. She looked at him. His eyebrow rose,
questioning, challenging. Her eye flashed to the clock. Almost
14 minutes were up, the second hand on the 8. She ran for all
she was worth. Her foot hurt. But she had to win. Tears filled
her eyes. She ran. Tears of pain this time. How it burned.
Hurry, must make it. She tried to skip every other step with her
wound foot. Kind of a hopping, skipping run. But it was slowing
her down. She rounded the shed. Shit. The gardener was right
there in front of her. He stopped, lowered the wheelbarrow, and
starred at her. She flinched, but she had to keep going.
Hop/skip/running, she hurried on. She could feel his eye on her
bruised ass. Oh bother, keep going.
She knew she couldn't make it running like this. She broke back
into a full run. The tears started flowing down her cheeks. It
hurt so much, and she was so exhausted. She started whimpering.
By the time she got to the house she was almost sobbing. She
stopped on the terrace. She saw with delight that the shells had
been sweep or blow against the edge of the grass. She started
running in place. 1, 2, 3, 4..... She saw it. The second hand
was past the 9. She would be able to finish her count before it
reached 12. She had lost. The tears poured from the exhausted
girl. Her shoulders shook with sobbing. But she finished the
count. 19, 2, 3, 4. 20, 2,..3,......4. She stopped, dropping
to her knees, her sobs loose now, shaking her.
He watched the despairing child for many minutes, smiling in his
pleasure at her expense. He knew he had pushed her to the wall,
and she had not given up. He would give her the first reward,
such as it was. But she HAD failed. His interference was not
excuse. So he would punish her too.
It was almost ten minutes before she calmed down, and lifted her
face. He handed her some tissues, and she blow her nose and
dabbed her eyes dry.
Then he addressed her. "My dear, you were several seconds past
the deadline. It appears that the 30 addition strokes will be
added to your punishment."
Tears returned to Amy eyes. She dabbed them again.
"However, you were very close, and had some, shall we say
interference". So I will reward you with the articles of
clothing. He reached under his chair, and lifted the box there.
Before he handed it across, he added, and your perseverance, and
completion despite pain, and knowledge of failure, have earned
you another. Though that one will not be much either, and you
won't receive it till tomorrow. He gave Amy the box.
Amy practically threw the lid aside as she opened the box. Her
face fell. Shoes. She had gone thru all of this for a pair of
white high heeled shoes. She hated him. It was all he planned
to give her from the beginning, the son of a bitch.
"Well, put them on, dear. Oh, wait. Here, set down in my seat.
We should clean up that cut first." He rose, sweeping his hand
in an offer for her to sit. She sat the box in her lap. He
disappeared into the house and quickly returned with peroxide a
damp cloth and bandages. He lifted her foot and gently wiped
away the blood and dirt. The cut wasn't as bad as it seemed,
less that a half inch long, and not that deep. He held the cloth
under her foot, and poured the peroxide over the wound. He had
twisted her foot to get the bottom upright, and it bent her knee
and spread her leg widely. She blushed gently. But she saw he
was more interested in her foot now. He poured peroxide over her
wound several times, the blotted it with a dry cloth. Finally,
he applied a bandage, then place her foot on the stones.. It
really wasn't that bad was it.
"Now you may put on your clothes." he said with a devilish grin.
Bastard, Amy thought. She picked up one shoe from the box.
Yeah, right. The shoe had a very high heel, higher than any she
had ever seen. (5") He had to be kidding. She'd never be able
to walk in these. She turned them over and over, waiting for the
heels to shrink. They didn't. She set the box down on the
stones beside her feet. She took the shoe, lean forward and
down, and put the shoe over her toes. Then she pushed her foot
forward and the shoe back, slipping it over her heel. They were
a little tight, but her toes were especially cramped. The toe of
the shoe was narrow, pointed. And her knee had risen up almost
the whole five inches higher than its mate, her calf stretched
tight. She slowly reached into the box and withdrew the other
shoe. She worked it on, with the same result. At least her
knees were the same height now, but it raised her thighs. They
didn't touch the seat from mid thigh to knee. All her weight was
transferred back, onto her upper thighs and butt. She looked up,
and saw a hand extended to her.
"Why don't you see how they fit, walk around some. Get the feel
of them. She pushed up. Shit. If it weren't for his hand, she
would topple over. Her toes and calves screamed. She shifted
her feet, trying to get a better base. She tried a step, then
another. The hand withdrew. She walked to the edge of the
terrace, slowly turned and walked back. Enough of that.
"There, you can do it.", he said. "Walk around for a few minutes
to get used to them before you have to negotiate stairs and such.
After all they're the only clothes you have. You'll want to
wear them everywhere."
You mean she couldn't take them off. She really needed the next
half size. Wider too. You mean I'm stuck with these. This was
it too. She could tell by his voice that there wouldn't be more
soon. She forced herself to parade around the terrace, for
several minutes.
"You must be tired after your exercise.", said the executive. He
reached up and brushed her mated hair out of her eyes, "You need
a shower too. I'll take you to your room. There you can shower
and rest for a hour or so." He led her back into the house, the
up stairs to the room she had awakened in. She looked. There
were bars on the windows. "The bath is thru here", he said
opening the door to a lavatory. "You should find everything you
need." He turned at the door as he left. "Your punishment will
be given at 4:30 pm. Someone will be up for you then." Then he
exited and locked her in.
TBC
