The Sales Report
The end of the financial year is approaching and the dreaded bean-counters are expecting information upon information upon information! As ever with this onslaught all staff have to work together to get the required content and to meet the deadline.
All very stressful but, on the positive side, it creates a kind of siege mentality and bring us all together.
We have not worked together before but we are certainly aware of each other – the office is open plan and everyone is visible and can be seen working away. A history of exchanged glances, the occasional nod and mouthing of Hi combined with respectful distancing between us when moving around the kitchen which is set back away from the main open office.
To be honest I had suspected that there was a fairly long-standing undercurrent between us as increasingly eye contact has been being held for much longer than necessary. Exciting to be honest, with increasing interest shown between us, nothing specific but something is there.
Kitchen conversations lingered, their scope stretching away from work topics into more personal matters, nothing specific that indicated what was to come, but a burgeoning contact network.
Coffee became an essential way of chatting and developing things.
I was always fascinated by your hair, which when down was a delight to behold, and when up an absolute delight with more than a hint of D/s overtones. This was accompanied by my fascination with your body: your full and exciting boobs, lovely waist and stunning hips that I had dreamt of holding. PLEASE don’t get me started on your bottom which screams across the office that it needs serious attention, massaging and firm spanking. When you get up from your desk and move across the office I cannot take my eyes off it.
And finally, your legs which are perfect and grab my attention while pushing up my blood pressure to previously unknown heights. I swear that you walk in a deliberately provocative way, swaying your hips just ever-so slightly, which grabs my attention every time but which could be dismissed by onlookers and fellow colleagues and just being in my mind.
Your smile draws me in, every time.
Do you know what you are doing?
Do you know what my tastes are?
Sooner or later we will be finding out.
The pressure around completing the Sales Report has certainly intensified in the last few days, certainly because the stiff collars upstairs want to see some much needed traction as they frequently say.
Only a person made of steel could fail to recognise a clear change in the atmosphere in the office: communication which was until very recently open and humorous (with a nice edge of banter!) amongst and between the various teams has been replaced with a more formal air and a more direct way of interacting as the pressure builds.
I have also noticed a change in your demeanour: I perceive that your dress sense has changed in a subtle and very alluring way. Your walk across the office floor has become more pronounced, with an even more subtle and measured hip swing. Not a dramatic change so that everyone would see but I have definitely picked this up. The way you move draws my attention increasingly to your hips, which now really need to have my hands on them. Your legs are even more shapely and formed, ankles, calves and the part of your thighs that I can see appear toned and smooth, showing them off brilliantly but just inside the limit where everyone would notice.
The eye contact across the room has also intensified: those quick glances that hold our mutual gaze just long enough to be outside the casual contact that colleagues might have been replaced by a longer, far more intense that signifies something more than just polite eye football.
The exchanges between us in the kitchen have also changed: polite chatter is still there but when I went to get the milk from the fridge you were, well, just too close and we bumped into each other. Amazingly the work colleagues in the room at the time did not see this as anything other than a simple accident and brushed it off their memories as such.
That was no accident.
That had been building up for some time, as well you knew it had been.
Did you know what you were doing? I think so.
Did you know that it was a risk but a risk worth taking? I think so.
Was it an important step along a journey that we both want? I know so.
Your perfume was intoxicating, the feel of your shoulders exciting and the closeness of your hips exhilarating.
We walked back to our respective desks and exchanged a long glance, much longer than before.
A connection had been made.
Tomorrow there is a big meeting about the progress on the Sales Report.
Always good to get in bright and early on a day when you know something big is happening. I don’t like being surprised.
People drift into work, taking up their positions behind their desks and chatting about meaningless stuff, what the meeting is all about etc. All a bit mundane and boring really.
Then the whole atmosphere changes and things get exciting, certainly this gets my attention.
You walk up the stairs and into the room, cutting a path between colleagues who are mingling about, those hips and bottom swaying in almost a hypnotic way, but hypnotic only to me.
We exchange a quick glance, mouth a Good Morning across the space between us and then we break off and go about a quick tidy up ready for the day to start.
There is a buzz of almost excitement (well almost, this is work after all) as the Sales Director comes into the room and casually announces that all of the staff are to go to a nearby hotel where a large conference room has been booked for everyone to work in groups to finalise the content of the Report: obviously the current approach that we are using does not give her what she wants, so it’s time to start cracking the whip a little.
A thought enters my mind about a paddle, her bottom and cries of pleasure, nipple clamps and hair pulling but then quickly disappears again.
Free Lunch I’m thinking, excellent! All staff are to go to this event except for a skeleton staff remaining behind to answer customer calls and deal with any emergencies, and the skeleton staff to stay behind are ……………………..
I look across at you as our names are called out and I smile inwardly. Only two of us staying behind, everyone else will be leaving for the day and returning tomorrow morning.
There is then a mad rush of people gathering their belongings and papers and heading off down the stairs, a bit of a whirlwind of activity and flapping of coats. It is a free Lunch after all.
Suddenly silence descends and we look across at each other. I shrug my shoulders and you do the same, but then the whole mood in the room shifts as you casually put your pen in your mouth and move it in and out, very slowly.
Things will never be the same again, of that I am certain.
Naughty Girl, such a blatant thing to do, something that will get you into all sorts of trouble.
I pick up my cup and head into the Kitchen, beckoning you to follow me: you collect your cup, adjust your top and nonchalantly walk across the room, knowing that what is about to happen is definitely NOT just a coffee.
Our collective anticipation is off the Anticipation Scale, if that could be measured.
I fill the kettle and switch it on ……………………………..
You stroll into the kitchen, slightly nervous and a little apprehensive, which adds to the excitement of the scenario.
Your coffee is ready and I hand it to you as you lean against the worktop. You hair looks so soft and inviting to the touch: our eyes lock together as we chat about mundane things, both of us knowing that something momentous is about to happen.
I move towards you and take the cup from your hands and put it down on the worktop, standing directly in front of you, telling you that you have been driving me to distraction lately and that you need to be put in your place.
I kiss you lightly on the lips and hold your hips, drawing you into me, closely and carefully.
You melt into me.
I run my fingers through your hair and feel its softness and then I hold it and pull your head back so that I can kiss your throat, telling you very clearly that you are mine and mine alone.
You nod.
I lift up your top and take it off, your hair cascades down around you face and I kiss you again, feeling the warm flesh of your tummy and shoulders. Your black bra is lacy, soft and cannot hide the stiffness of your nipples, which I trace with my fingertips.
I unzip your smart office trousers expecting to find a matching pair of panties which I am pleased to see do match and reflect your excellent taste in lingerie.
Your Sir is pleased, very pleased.
I take your trousers off and explore your wetness through your panties: they are very damp now and you moan softly as I tease you, slowly and carefully.
I put my hands on your throat and look deep into your eyes and tell you that whatever I want from now on, you will willingly and unquestioningly give to me.
You nod.
I turn you around, and bend you over the worktop, having already found the wooden spatula from the cutlery draw and placed it nearby. Time for your panties to come off which I keep, you will NOT be getting them back unless I decide you can.
I pull you out so that you are still leaning on the worktop but so that I can fully see your gorgeous legs and bottom. It is time that you understood your position and place.
I only like numbers that end in a 5 or a 0: time for 10 spanks with the spatula, starting out gently and mildly but with increasing hardness and effort. Strokes 1 and 2 and timid, tepid affairs but by the time 4 and 5 land your bottom is starting to know this is a serious process, feeling warm and getting deliciously pink. 7 and 8 really grab your attention and you wriggle as 9 and 10 cement your obedience, willingness and commitment to your Sir.
I undress quickly and enter you, your warmth and wetness making it very easy for me. I pull your hair and start slowly fucking you, leaning forward to tease and squeeze your nipples making you moan and writhe to meet my thrusts. I tease your clit as I increase the force of my thrusts, edging you close to your orgasm. I tell you that you will ask my permission to cum and that you will NOT do so unless I give it.
You ask for this but I withhold permission until you are almost bursting to do so: you will learn that control and submission is mine to manage and deliver. I let you cum which you do so noisily and passionately.
I tell you to get dressed and assure you that today will be a long day, that I am not finished with you and that your panties are mine to keep until I am ready to return them to you. You get dressed and make us both a fresh drink while I tell you that at a time that I decide today you will be ordered to give me a blow job and that you will be fucked again if I decide that your good, obedient and dedicated behaviour deserves it.
We kiss and I hold your throat, reminding you of your place and your submission.
The phone rings on your desk and I tell you to go and answer it.
Quickly. With purpose.