Friday in the Office
The sun streams through the wooden blinds in the office and it is a perfect Spring day. There is just enough breeze to disturb the blinds which flutter almost hypnotically in the sunshine. Being on the first floor the sound of the traffic below is a distant buzz but is a reminder that there is a world going on a street level.
The big oak desk has seen many different managers but now it is mine, its shiny surface has been polished and buffed over the years to produce a bright sheen, the knots in the wood are clear to see and add to its stature as a key part of the décor. It gives anyone sitting at it a strong sense of power and control.
You walk into the room with a clutch of papers that need signing and, bearing in mind that this is mid afternoon on a Friday, I am concerned as Thursday is the recognised day for signing invoices, contracts and letters going out to clients.
Disappointing. I am a busy man and time is, as they say, money.
The pile of papers is considerable and will require a good few hours of my time – your view of this, from just your body language, is that it is not a problem
“Can you just sign these Mr S – it won’t take you long” is your opening line.
When I point out that this should have been done yesterday, as normal, you just shrug your shoulders, almost dismissively.
You can see that I am less that happy about the situation as I bristle and shuffle in my chair.
“Clearly you have ignored the Office protocols for signing documents –this is very inconvenient for me” I state, clearly and with some annoyance. I then take a look at the pile of papers and look at you.
“Why has this happened? It’s not as if you have not been here to know what goes on during Thursday, is it?”
The silence hangs heavy in the air, only punctuated by the blinds swaying in the breeze and the shafts of sunlight dancing on the floor of the Office.
The silence is deafening.
No answer comes back.
I move to get up and because you are almost leaning over me, pen in hand, we bump into each other. My attention is drawn to your blouse which is open far more than usual showing off your breasts and a nice red bra.
“They need to be signed; some are urgent” you defensively say with no hint of an apology.
You sit down at the side of my desk and lean forward, probably thinking that Mr S will be swayed by the way you are dressed and the way that you are sitting.
“This won’t do, it’s not acceptable” I say in a harsh tone. To my surprise you look almost indignant about the situation, almost challenging.
I am fuming.
I get up from my chair and you do so immediately and again we bump into each other, although this time It is clear this was no accident on your part.
“Oh, sorry Mr S, that’s clumsy of me”. Our eyes meet and its time that the dynamic here needs to change, otherwise I know more things will slip.
“You need to apologise P, for your poor attitude and behaviour, this is not good enough”.
More resistance and attitude received through clear body language.
Without thinking I grab you by the shoulders and turn you around and bend you over my desk. I am on automatic pilot now, determined that this shoddy work attitude will never be repeated. You struggle a little, but this is only a token gesture as I pull up your skirt to see that you have matching red lingerie and tan holdups.
I quickly remove your knickers and start to spank your perfect bottom with my hand, leaving a faint pink patch where my palm has been. After some token wriggling you remain still, taking your punishment and knowing that you have fully deserved it.
A nice round 10 spanks delivered and a promise to be more focused and diligent in future made.
Not content with that I decide to take your punishment further.
“Turn over onto your back!” I order and you dutifully follow my instruction. Once there I can sense the warmth of your arousal as I gently explore your wetness with my fingers. Your pulse races and your breathing is becoming increasingly erratic, the more I explore you.
Time to make my point, and to focus your attention on me totally, I tease your clit with the tip of my tongue, gently probing and exploring it, while my fingers gently move rhythmically and carefully in and out of you.
“Don’t think I’m going to let you come, your poor behaviour means that won’t be allowed, no matter how much you want it to happen” I state. “Unless you promise not to let this happen again” I add.
Breathless you tell me that you will mend your ways and I quickly allow you to come, arching your back as you do.
“Leave the paperwork and get back to your office quickly, and we will say no more about this.”
Humbly you return to your office, closing the door quietly behind you.