In his office, the hot-shot salesman answered the call on his intercom. “Yes ma’am, be right there.”
The tall, dark haired, slender self-assured man of twenty-four ambled down the hallway, winking and making wise comments to the ladies he encountered. “Enter!” he heard as he turned the knob on the boss’s door.
When his feet sunk into the carpeted floor of Mrs. Carr’s office, he looked toward her desk. The brown-haired lady was seated, peering at him with blazing eyes. Her curly hair was neatly coifed as she clasped her hands together in the middle of her desk.
Out of the corner of his left eye he could see someone was seated in a chair. He looked over and saw one of his coworkers, Cindy. He glanced quickly at her then back to the boss lady. He was also startled to hear a voice from his right. Becky was seated in a chair over there.
Before he could say anything, Mrs. Carr addressed him. “Steve, we have something to discuss!”
The happy-go-lucky fellow merely shrugged his shoulders. “What’s this about?”
“Cindy and Becky tell me that you are constantly harassing them!”
Steve snickered. “Harassing them? I was just having some fun. Come on Cindy,” he said pleadingly as he looked over to her. “And Becky, you’ve got to be kidding.”
“Fun?!” Mrs. Carr exclaimed. “I don’t call patting someone on the rear end fun, unless she wants it!”
Steve looked over at Cindy and then at Becky with amused eyes. That’s when Mrs Carr slammed the palm of her hand down. “This is not a smiling matter, Steve!”
“But look….!”
“Silence!”
Suddenly the conceited young man’s eyes turned serious. When he tried to talk, he was once again silenced.
“I believe these ladies because quite frankly Steve this isn’ t the only complaint of sexual harassment I’ve received. I dismissed all the others, but it looks as though they were right!”
“Alright I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Your darn right it won’t. I should fire you immediately!”
“But…”
“But!” She interrupted. “You’re a good worker. So I’ve decided that if you want to keep your job…drop your pants!”
“What!?”
“Drop your pants I said!” When he hesitated she growled at him. “Either those pants are at your ankles in two seconds or your fired immediately! I’ll have the one of the building guards escort you out!”
“Oh please, I need this job!”
“Then I suggest you start unbuckling!”
“This is outrageous!”
“So is sexual harassment!”
“Come on Stevie baby. You’re always looking between my legs. Now let’s see what you’ve got,” Becky taunted.
“Yeah, you’re always making comments about my bottom. Let’s see yours!” Cindy added.
“Steve, stop the stalling!” Mrs. Carr warned as she picked up the phone to call security.
A grim faced Steve unbuckled his belt but the lady still cradled the phone in her ear. The zipper came down.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Becky boasted.
“Come on, let’s see the skivvies,” Cindy urged. “What do think Becky, boxers or briefs?”
“I say briefs.”
“Come on Steve, push’em down,” Cindy cheered.
“I knew it,” Becky crowed as Steve’s bikini briefs appeared.
Even Mrs. Carr snickered as she hung up the phone. Then she waived her hand. “Take it all off!”
When he hesitated anew she reached once again for the phone and in no time his shirt was off along with his undershirt. “Drop’em on the floor and step out of your trousers. They look ridiculous around your ankles.”
“Shoes and socks too,” Becky said quickly.
Cindy laughed. “Doesn’t Steve look awesome in just his underwear!”
“He sure does, but I wanna see the dick!” Becky asserted.
“You heard the lady,” Mrs Carr declared. “Off with the briefs!”
Red-faced, the tall, lanky egotistical young man hooked his fingers in the waistband.
“Here it comes!” Cindy announced.
“The star of the show ladies and gentlemen!” Becky seconded.
“Kick them off!” Mrs. Carr commanded when his briefs landed at his ankles.
At that point the lady in charge rose from her seat, skirted her desk and stood directly in front of her male employee. “Hands behind you!” When he concurred she told Becky to bind his wrists. When that was accomplished with strong rope, the lady reached between his legs and gathered both balls in her hand. Closing her palm around those sensitive orbs, she berated him.
“You fucking little twerp! He winced. “How dare you treat my female employees like cheap barmaids!” The intense pain shot through him. Mrs Carr looked over at Becky. “Bind his balls!” The authoritative lady removed her hand from around his gonads just to give her employee room. Soon the same rope that bound his wrists also was around his balls.
Then Mrs Carr stepped behind him and pushed him toward her desk. “Bend over the desk!” She ordered. When he complied she took another piece of rope and connected the rope around his wrists to the rope around his balls.
Steve, the office cad, found himself in a vulnerable, precarious position.
“Get the paddles Cindy.”
“Right here Ma’am.”
“You two may take turns reddening his ass!”
That’s exactly what they did. Cindy and Becky took turns smacking his upturned posterior. Of course if he jerked too much he’d pull on his balls, so he was forced to endure the hard spanking without moving much. By the time the two office ladies were finished, his butt cheeks were cherry red and he was pleading for mercy.
But these ladies were far from done. His wrists were untied from his balls and he was ordered to stand, turn around, lie back on the desk and they tied him down spreadeagled. Mrs Carr passed each of the ladies menacing look whips. Cindy and Becky proceeded to whip him down the front of his body. Chest, tummy, thighs and even his cock was whipped. The entire front of his body was covered with red streaks.
After the ladies had their fill of this, they made him bend over the desk again. But this time they weren’t going to spank him. Each of them, even Mrs Carr, took out some strap-ons and they took turns butt-fucking him.
When they’d fucked him to a fare-thee-well Mrs Carr laughed cruelly at this suffering, moaning man. “I don’t think he’ll be harassing anyone in this office ever again. I think we should make him our office slaveboy. What do you think ladies?”
Becky and Cindy laughed in unison. “Great idea Ma’am.”
