The knock came upon the CEO’s door as he read some papers. Looking up from his chair behind his large desk, he leaned back. “Come in June.”
The red haired sales associate looked pensive as she quietly entered her boss’s office. “What is it sir?” She inquired softly but firmly.
The fifty something man put down the papers and gazed at the slim figure of the lady with a full head of curly hair. Sighing deeply, his eyes bored into hers.
Patiently she waited in front of his desk since he had not offered her a seat.
“June,” he began in an official tone.
“Yes sir?” She flashed her hazel eyes.
“Do you recall the last time you were here?”
Her cheeks reddened for of course she remembered. She swallowed hard. Indeed, the last time she was in her boss’s office was when she was lying spreadeagled and naked across his coffee table. Looking at that very table that was to her right in front of the leather sofa, she also recalled the painful memory of being whipped on her pussy.
“And I warned about what would happen if you failed to meet your sales quota again! Did I not!?”
The contrite woman of thirty something looked down.
He allowed those words implant themselves in her brain.
He then said one word. “Strip!” When she hesitated, he picked up a paper on his desk. “This is your official resignation. It’s one or the other.”
A tear showed. “Oh please, don’t fire me!”
“Well having your pussy whipped didn’t improve your quota any! It’s right here, black and white!” He said as he picked up the papers on his desk and threw them down in disgust.
When she started to protest, he cut her off. Her rebellious spirit felt defused. She wanted to tell him how unfair this was, but she also saw how adamant he looked. In addition, she didn’t want to start looking for another job.
“Before you start, lock the door. We don’t want any interruptions.”
Robot like, she reached for the top button on her purple blouse. Two minutes later should kicked her panties off and stood in front of his desk bare naked.
“Bend over the desk and extend your arms out.” When she did, he placed both of her wrists into leather cuffs that were anchored to his side of the desk, then walked around front to get a first hand look at her pert bottom that was conveniently raised over the edge of the desk.
He patted it, then ambled over to a side table near the sofa and removed a leather paddle from a drawer. He also picked up a pillow from the couch. Walking back to her bent over form he placed the pillow under her pelvis, thus raising her tush even higher.
This action also vulnerably exposed her pussy.
Once again he walked back to the side table, but this time extracted a plastic bag, which contained some wooden clothespins. He smiled lasciviously as he walked back to her, picked up her discarded panties, balled them up and inserted them in her mouth. Then very carefully he pointed a peg in the narrow gap between her thighs. Squeezing the menacing implement open he attached it to a sensitive pussy lip.
Her raucous retort made him glad he gagged her first. He was equally delighted that he had cuffed her to the table. Her thrashing about in an attempt to escape the constant pain was both comical and fruitless. When a second clothespin was applied to her other lower lip her muffled cries intensified.
Her boss showed her no mercy, however. He gripped the leather paddle and held it against both of her nether globes. She was still whimpering from the grip of the clothespins when he raised his arm and brought down the sturdy instrument with authority. With a loud thwack, the paddle bit into her posterior and she yelped into her panty gag. Before that blow fully sunk in, the boss’s right hand descended anew. Another thwack hit it’s intended target perfectly and caused another muffled reply.
Soon June didn’t know which hurt worse, her squeezed pussy lips or her searing bottom. Over and over that dreaded implement landed. Tears dripped and senses soared.
Finally he stopped. Her backside felt like it was on fire and she vowed to herself to do better. But he left the gag in and she found out why when he removed the clothespins. She screamed louder than when he put them on.
When he freed her wrists he ordered her to her knees. He walked over to the couch and sat. Spreading his legs he looked down at her. “Now crawl over here and thank me properly for fulfilling your fantasy.”
When she was kneeling in front of him, she looked up and smiled. “That was great sir!”
“Is that what you wanted June?” He asked while remembering their conversation over dinner last evening.
“Yes it was! Thank you!” She was so grateful to have found a man who understood her needs.
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