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Bacon, Idolatry and other such Sacrilege.

Sometimes my mind forgets that it’s encased inside my skull.

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3 years ago. May 21, 2020 at 12:26 PM

"It's MISSES Robinson" corrected Corinna.

 


"Is it? My apologies Mrs Robinson" replied Mr Jeffers. "I had no idea you had married."

 


"11 years!" she returned as she held up her hand to show her ring.

 


"11 years you say? My, my that's an awful long time to be fucking the same man over and over" retorted Mr Jeffers.

 


Corinna's eyes widened in disbelief at this remark.

 


"Excuse me!? I don't think this is appropriate to discuss and I'm QUITE sure my sex life is none of your business."

 


"How long have you worked for me now Mrs Robinson?" He deliberately put emphasis on the Mrs part.

 


"A little over 6 months" she answered still annoyed. "But that does..."

 


"And in that time have you ever known me to be less than blunt?" he asked cutting her off.

 


She looked at him half enraged and half puzzled. Where was this conversation headed? Why had he asked her to stay after business hours only to verbally assault her? Who the fuck did he think he was to be speaking to her in this manner?

 


"Answer the question Mrs Robinson."

 


"You have always spoken your mind but..."

 


"So why then does this conversation seem so out of place to you?" again cutting her off.

 


Her mind drew a blank and she remained silent staring back at him in shock. She now felt exactly as if she were a deer caught in the headlights trying to cross a busy highway.

 


"Mrs Robinson, I'm asking you a question and I don't like repeating myself." He placed both of his hands on the desktop, leaned forward and stood up from his chair. "Perhaps you don't understand the question. Shall I rephrase it?" His hands moved toward his waist and he began to unfasten his belt. "Stand up Mrs Robinson."

 


She looked at him with terror in her eyes. What was happening? What was he doing? She knew he could be an asshole but this was taking things way too far.

 


"I said stand up, bitch." There was a calm but demanding tone in his voice with only the slightest emphasis on the word bitch. "I won't say it again" he said as he slid off his belt and began walking around the desk toward her.

 


She slowly rose from her seat but fear kept her from looking anywhere but at the desktop. She followed the grain of the wooden surface with her eyes as she tried desperately to maintain her composure. Her mind was racing in overdrive. What was happening? What was he going to do? How can she free herself from this situation?

 


He walked behind her and out of view.

"Place your hands on the desk Mrs Robinson" he commanded.

 


She hesitated only a moment as she considered her options. She could run, but he stood directly between the desk and the only exit from the large office. She could cry for help, but no one would be on the 45th floor this late in the evening. If she pretended to comply with his demands then perhaps she could escape when he let his guard down. This seemed to be her only option so she proceeded to place her hands flat upon the desktop.

 


"Now I'm going to ask you a few questions and if you don't answer them quickly and honestly I will strike you with this belt. Do you understand?"

 


"Yes" she said in a whisper as she nodded her head.

 


"I didn't hear you. Speak up" he barked.

 


"Yes" she said much more clearly.

 


She felt the sting of the strike before she even heard the snap of the belt as it slashed against her rounded buttocks. Her instinct was to immediately try and cover her behind with her hands but that was only met by being pushed completely over the top of the desk. He held her wrists behind her as he leaned in with his crotch against the crack of her ass.

 


"Don't you even think about covering that ass" he whispered harshly. "You will answer me with yes sir or no sir. Am I understood?"

 


"Yes sir!" she exclaimed as tears began to well up in her eyes. Her mind was now in pure panic mode and it was clearly reflected in her voice.

 


"That's a good girl" he said condescendingly. "I love a quick learning cunt."

 


She began to cry in earnest now. The reality of her situation was beginning to sink completely in. He would have his way with her and there was absolutely nothing  she could do about it. This acceptance did very little to ease her mind but there was something else happening...something far more terrifying than anything this man could ever do to her...something far more sinister than having her body violated in this way. She could feel the dampness begin to form in the crotch of her panties and from the heat now being generated from her pulsating cunt she knew in horror that she wanted...no...she needed this.


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