5 comments/ 59390 views/ 15 favorites Office Spanking By: little_miss_naughty345 As always, I LOVE feedback so please send me your thoughts etc ;) I shifted in my seat, pulling my black skirt down slightly over my stockinged thighs. God I was wet already. He knew leaving me waiting for him was going to turn me on, he loved to tease me. I glanced nervously at the girl next to me in the office, Hayley Smith. She was pretty, in the same work outfit as me. She wore her skirt longer than me but I don't know why, she had gorgeous long legs. I glanced up at her white blouse, straining to hold in large breasts. Hard to tell from here, but they looked perfect. I smiled to myself, hoping he had something special planned involving the two of us. While I was waiting, I let my mind wander back to last week. My boss had asked to see me in his office at the end of the day. James Carter was an incredibly attractive man. Tall, over six feet with brown hair and amazing eyes. Sometimes they looked blue and sometimes they looked green, always different depending on the light and always very sexy. Mr Carter (he insisted we call him that) was strict in running the office, but to be honest that was something that really turned me on. I loved to watch him being in command of the office, so much so that this weeks meeting I wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying. I was imagining what he looked like naked, what his cock would look like when it was hard, what it would feel like in my mouth – "Miss Jones?" I jumped in my seat, realising that Mr Carter had asked me a question that I didn't know the answer to. "Sorry Mr Carter, what was the question?" I mumbled. "You would know if you were paying attention." He crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Your mind appears to be on other things." His eyes were staring hard at me, like he knew what I was thinking. An image of me sucking his cock popped into my head and I felt my cheeks burn. "I'll see you in my office at the end of the day Miss Jones," Mr Carter said. "But sir – " I began to protest. "No arguments Miss Jones." I waited uncomfortably for the rest of the day. Mr Carter kept watching me, staring at me from his office. It made me uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. I shifted in my seat, feeling my clit throbbing at the thought of Mr Carter's cock. My nipples were hard and I crossed my arms to try to hide it. The end of the day seemed to take forever, I was still feeling turned on and my panties were starting to feel very damp. Everyone filtered out of the office and I nervously hovered at Mr Carter's office door. "Come here Miss Jones," Mr Carter said from behind his desk. I nervously walked into the office and stood in front of his desk, keeping my arms crossed to hide my hard nipples, which were straining against my blouse. "Unfold your arms Miss Jones," Mr Carter said sternly. I reluctantly lowered my arms to my sides. He didn't seem to notice my nipples so I felt myself start to relax and tried to ignore the throbbing in my very wet pussy. "Why weren't you paying attention Miss Jones?" Mr Carter asked. "Do you find my meetings boring?" I felt my cheeks burn and stared hard at the floor. "No sir. Sorry sir. I was thinking of something else." "What?" he demanded. I was silent and stared at the carpet. I couldn't tell him but I was such a bad liar. Probably better not to say anything. A slow smile spread over Mr Carter's face. "If you can't tell me, it must have been something naughty." I felt my cheeks get redder and a small strangled sound escaped my throat. "I'll take that as a yes," Mr Carter said. "Who were you thinking about?" I glanced up and saw him staring right at me. He turned me on so much. All I wanted was for him to fuck me. "I was thinking of you," I whispered. "I'm so sorry –" "What about me?" Mr Carter interrupted. I looked away from him and he slammed a hand down on the table. "Tell me exactly Miss Jones." I kept my eyes on the carpet as I said it: "I was thinking about sucking your cock." He didn't say anything and when I looked up at him he was smiling. "You'd like to suck my cock Jones? Is that why your nipples are hard?" I nodded. "They've been hard a long time Jones. What about your pussy? Is your pussy nice and wet thinking about sucking my cock?" I nodded again. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me how wet you are." I felt uncomfortable but also incredibly turned on. "I'm soaking wet thinking about your cock sir." Mr Carter leaned back in his chair; I could see a growing bulge in his trousers. "Take off your blouse Jones. Then take off your bra." I glanced nervously at him, then at the door. The thought of doing it, of being so naughty was turning me on, but I was scared someone would walk through the door. But I was so turned on I didn't care. I wanted to cum and I wanted Mr Carter to make me cum. I fumbled with the buttons as my hands were shaking, with excitement and some fear. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor, my hard pink nipples large and aching for him to touch them. He stared at my breasts for a minute. "Touch them," he said quietly. "Caress your nipples. Pinch them." I took my breasts in my hands, flicking my thumbs over each nipple. Any nerves I had vanished at the delicious feeling it gave me. I closed my eyes and played with my breasts, pinching and tugging my nipples, enjoying the sensations running through my body down to my clit. Mr Carter cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his chair. "Take off your panties, give them to me and sit on the desk, facing me." I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down; they were sodden from all the playing I had done with my nipples. Mr Carter took them, smiled at their dampness and inhaled my musky scent. He moved back from his desk slightly to allow me to climb up and sit facing him. I stared at the bulge in his trousers which was getting larger. God I wanted to see his hard cock. "Open your legs," Mr Carter commanded. I moved my legs as far apart as possible. My skirt had ridden up and I knew Mr Carter could see my soaking wet pussy. "Now touch yourself Jones. Rub your clit and fuck yourself." I was more than happy to do that, my clit was burning and definitely needed some attention. I was so wet my fingers slid easily between my lips. I leaned back and supported my weight with my left hand, using my right hand to touch myself. I slid one finger easily into my pussy, drew back and inserted another. I gave a low moan as I started to fuck myself, all the time Mr Carter was staring at my slick fingers pumping in and out of myself. Now they were good and wet, I brought them round to my clit and started rubbing, long strokes just how I like it. I bucked my hips against my fingers, creating delicious friction. I was breathing in short gasps, moaning and getting oh so close... I felt my hand being pulled roughly away. "Please sir!" I begged. "I didn't cum yet." "I know you haven't cum yet you little slut," Mr Carter said. "Please!" I begged. "I'm close." "You're a naughty girl Jones," Mr Carter said. "And naughty girls need to be punished." He pulled me from the desk and pushed me over his knee. I felt his hand caressing each cheek of my bare arse. "Are you naughty Jones?" he asked roughly. I felt a hard slap on my right buttock. It felt amazing, pleasure and slight pain mixed together. I felt another hard slap. "Are you naughty?" "Yes sir!" I cried out, enjoying this new sensation. "What are you Jones?" "I'm a naughty girl sir!" I cried to each of his delicious slaps. "I'm a naughty girl who needs to be punished." I could feel his hard on pressing into my stomach and knew how turned on he was. He gave me five more slaps and I thanked him for each one. Then he slid me off his knee onto the floor. "Now Jones," he said, unzipping his trousers and freeing his hard cock. I felt my pussy clench while I stared at it, throbbing and red. I wanted it inside me. "You are to suck my cock and make me cum in your mouth." "Yes sir!" I said eagerly, hardly believing my fantasy was coming true. I greedily took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue round his tip and bobbing my head up and down. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, feel his fingers tangled in my hair as he controlled my rhythm. I gripped hard onto his trousers, trying to pull him towards me, to take more of him in my mouth. I loved his taste and I wanted to taste his spunk. He groaned and bucked his hips against me, I moaned with pleasure and felt him start to cum, shooting hot sticky cum down my throat. I eagerly gobbled it down, loving his taste, but there was so much some of it slipped out my mouth and down my chin. I knelt back and used my finger to slide the cum from my chin into my mouth. "That was good Jones," Mr Carter said, zipping his trousers back up. "Please sir," I whispered. "Please can I cum now sir?" Mr Carter smiled. "Yes Jones I think that would be fair. Lie down on my desk." I practically leapt onto the desk and lay down. Mr Carter stood next to me and laid a hand on my thigh, inching it up and under my skirt. I felt him stroke my pussy lips, I moaned and closed my eyes. His finger slipped easily into my pussy and was instantly joined by another. He slowly finger fucked me as I bucked my hips against him. His thumb moved to my clit and started to rub me, I felt my stomach muscles contract. "Yes sir!" I whispered, bucking against his hands, feeling an amazing orgasm starting. "Oh Mr Carter! Yes! Yes!" I felt my body start to shake as my orgasm hit, felt myself buck and twitch against his hand. It was amazing, like nothing I had never felt before. I lay there panting when it had finished, scarcely believing what had just happened. Mr Carter moved away from me. "You had better get dressed and head home," Mr Carter said. "Yes sir." My voice was strained and I felt giddy from cumming so hard. I put my bra and blouse back on and looked round for my panties. "I'll keep these Jones," Mr Carter said, putting my still wet panties into his desk drawer. "And you had better see me in my office next week, same day and time. I think you need more punishment." The thought of going home on the bus with no knickers turned me on. I smiled knowing that something like this was going to happen again. "Yes sir." And now here I was, eagerly awaiting my next punishment. I jumped as Mr Carter entered the room, then carefully closed and locked the door. "Miss Jones, Miss Smith," he said, standing in front of us and sitting on the edge of his desk. "You two have been very naughty . I have to do your appraisals over the next few weeks and I'm afraid they might not be satisfactory. But I am willing to help you improve in certain areas. " I glanced over at Hayley, but she was eagerly staring at Mr Carter. "Today will be oral communication." I frowned, not sure what he meant. Mr Carter continued. "Miss Jones has already shown excellent oral communication skills last week." I stifled a moan as I remembered Mr Carter cumming in my mouth. "Now it is Miss Smith's turn to demonstrate oral communication and Miss Jones, you will help with this." I nodded. Mr Carter smiled. "Miss Jones, please stand up and remove your blouse and skirt." I smiled, got up from in front of the desk and did as he asked. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. Mr Carter gestured for Hayley to get up and stood her in front of me, getting her to remove the same clothing. "Miss Smith, I want you to kiss Miss Jones. Use your tongue, but you are not to touch." I hadn't really kissed another girl before but was turned on by the idea. Hayley smiled nervously at me, then leaned in and very softly pressed her lips to mine. I kissed back, it started off slowly as we both got used to it then got more passionate. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated greedily. "Enough," Mr Carter said, and we broke apart. "Miss Smith, I want you to touch Miss Jones's breasts." Hayley nervously lifted her hands and cupped my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden against her touch. Mr Carter instructed Hayley to remove my bra which she managed after fumbling slightly. "Take Miss Jones's right nipple in your mouth," Mr Carter said. I felt Hayley's hot mouth clamp down around my nipple and suck hard. I let out a moan of pleasure as her left hand caressed my left breast and pinched my nipple. I cried out slightly as she gently bit down then licked over where her teeth had been. This had really got my juices flowing and my panties were soaking wet. "Enough," Mr Carter said again. "Miss Smith, please slip your hand inside Miss Jones's panties and tells me what it feels like." My breathing got slightly ragged as Hayley slowly slipped her hand into my panties and between my legs, I felt her hand cup my lips and clamped my thighs together, my throbbing clit sitting in the palm of her hand. "Anna is hot and wet," Hayley whispered. "Very, very wet." "Good," Mr Carter said. "Now put one of your fingers into her pussy." Hayley smiled at me and I felt her slide a finger inside me, up to her knuckle. I moaned loudly, my pussy clamped down on her finger, enjoying the pleasure of having her inside me. "Neither of you are to move until I tell you to," Mr Carter said, crossing his arms and watching me. It was delicious torture, feeling this finger in me, turning me on and being able to bring me to orgasm yet not moving. "Please sir!" I whispered, biting my lip to keep from crying out, being driven crazy by lust. Mr Carter smiled but ignored me. I gripped both of Hayley's arms, trying as hard as I could not to buck my hips. I took a step towards Hayley but she moved with me and her finger barely moved inside me. I didn't know how much longer I could bear this. "Please sir!" I cried out. "Please! Please! I can't take anymore!" I let out an anguished moan and Mr Carter instructed Hayley to remove her finger from me. I stood there, panting, desperate with lust and desperate to cum. Mr Carter instructed me to remove my knickers and sit on the edge of his desk. I felt myself shaking as I sat down. Mr Carter positioned Hayley between my legs and watched as my juices flowed onto his table. "Miss Smith, I want you to eat Miss Jones's pussy," Mr Carter said. He spread my knees far apart. "You can see how wet her pussy is, you can see her clit peeking out from under its hood." I practically screamed as he ran his thumb across it quickly. "Miss Jones is very aroused right now. I don't think it will take long for her to cum, will it Miss Jones?" "No!" I moaned, lying backwards on the desk. I could feel Hayley's breath on my pussy lips, driving me wild with anticipation. I moaned loudly as she licked my clit, her lips lapping it like a cat licking milk. It felt amazing after being teased for so long, I immediately started bucking my hips as she took my clit between her lips and started flicking it with her tongue. "Oh Hayley, Oh God!" I cried, writhing on the desk, pulling my hard nipples. "Yes Hayley, I'm close! I'm so close!" Hayley continued to fuck me with her tongue, I felt her slide a finger inside me again and it brought me over the edge. I writhed on the desk and bucked wildly as my orgasm hit, screaming "Hayley! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Hayley continued to lick me until I pushed her fabulous tongue away, my clit now too sensitive. I lay sweaty, panting and covered in my juices on the end of Mr Carter's desk, pleasure from my orgasm tingling through my whole body. "Very good Miss Smith," Mr Carter said. I could see the bulge in his trousers. Would he finally fuck me today? "Both of you lean across my desk," Mr Carter said, opening his desk drawer. We both did as he asked, Hayley grinning at me. Mr Carter pulled out a wooden ruler and moved behind us. I bit my lip, the anticipation driving me wild. Hayley cried out next to me as Mr Carter gave her a smack with the ruler. "Yes sir!" she cried as he spanked her again. "Oh yes!" Then it was my turn and I felt him give me a hard spank with the ruler. I moaned in pleasure, loving the feeling. "Oh sir!" I cried as he spanked me again. He continued to take it in turns, spanking both of us. I could smell my own arousal mixed with Hayley's, knowing she was getting as wet as I was. Mr Carter paused in his spanking. "Miss Smith, remove your panties and bra and sit in my chair. Put your feet up on my desk and open your legs." Hayley did as he asked and from where I was positioned over the desk I had an excellent view of her pussy, swollen red and soaking with her arousal. I licked my lips, staring at it and smelling her sweet musky scent. "Do you like that? Do you like looking at Hayley's pussy?" Mr Carter asked, giving me another hard smack. "Yes sir!" I gasped. Another smack. "You'd like to eat Hayley's pussy wouldn't you Jones? You'd love to have her pussy juice all over your face." "Yes sir!" I gasped as he smacked me. Hayley was moaning, watching him spank me. She put her hand in her pussy and starting rubbing her hard nub. She took her other hand and slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy. Mr Carter continued to spank me as she fucked herself, removing her fingers and pinching her hard nipples, making them wet with her juices. I was getting so wet, I wanted him to fuck me my pussy was desperate for his hard cock. "Please sir!" I gasped. "Please fuck me! " "You want me to fuck you?" Mr Carter asked, continuing to smack me. "Where do you want me to fuck you?" I was so turned on, I could feel my juices running down my legs. I couldn't take much more of this, Hayley continued to pinch her nipples as she smiled at me with an amused look. She knew the torture he was putting me through. "My pussy Mr Carter!" I begged. "Please fuck my pussy! Please!" I could hear him chuckling as I heard his trousers unzip. I almost came straight away as he slammed his hard cock into me. He felt amazing inside me, filling me up and going so deep inside. I watched as Hayley resumed fucking herself, rubbing her clit, closing her eyes and rocking her hips against her hands. I watched her make herself cum, loud moans escaping her mouth as her body shook. I felt Mr Carter's hand reach round, his fingers rubbing my clit. After only a couple of strokes he made me cum hard, harder than I have ever cum before, my body shaking as I cried out, "Oh sir! Oh Mr Carter! YES! Yes!" He continued to pound in and out of me and I could feel another orgasm building inside me. I watched Hayley slowly lick her juices from her fingers and I felt myself cum again, pleasure running through my whole body as I screamed in ecstasy. I felt my knees buckle as my pussy continued to throb around his wonderful cock and was grateful I had the desk to hold me up. I heard Mr Carter groan and then he came, filling my sopping pussy with his cum. I stayed collapsed on the desk as I felt the pleasure from my orgasms running through my body. My legs both felt like jelly and I had no idea how I was going to walk out of here. Mr Carter zipped his trousers back up. "You have both passed your oral communication but I think you both need some extra tutoring with me." I smiled at Hayley who grinned back at me. I knew neither of us could wait! Office Spanking Disciplining staff was never one of the most pleasant parts of my job. I have to admit, I can be a bit soft on people, I'm the kind of manager who wants to be liked, but sometimes they take advantage, and ultimately I have to do something about it. Disciplining Laura was particularly difficult. I had worked with her for a long time. Things had got a bit awkward though when I'd been promoted above her and become her manager. I think she'd always resented that I'd got the job and she hadn't. Laura is a nice enough person, but can be a handful to manage. If she doesn't like what you've told her to do she will do it with a scowl on her face, or come up with an excuse not to do it. To be honest, if she'd been anyone else, I'd have given her a written warning ages ago. But instead, given the fact we had known each other for so long, when there was a problem I would call her into a side room, explain the problem, and try to talk it through with her, explain why it was an issue and discuss how we could sort it. Still, Laura didn't seem to appreciate my leniency and took personal offence at every criticism of her, no matter how nice I tried to be about it. Today the issue was a complaint from one of our biggest customers. He had phoned up with what he thought was a relatively simple enquiry. Laura had disagreed, and been, as he saw it, extremely rude to him. I'd listened to the recording of the call on our system, and I couldn't disagree with him. I explained to Laura the reason I'd asked to speak to her, and she immediately pouted. She told me that she thought his request had been completely unreasonable, and she didn't like the tone of his voice. She thought her response had been fair and measured in the circumstances. No matter how much I tried to explain that the customer is always right, and that what Laura had said was not acceptable, she wouldn't accept it. She said she felt like I was always picking on her. I explained that the opposite was true - I should have issued her a written warning ages ago. But this time was one time too many, I said. This time I really did have to give her a written warning. Laura looked at me in shock. She'd never thought I would actually do it: I was the soft touch, especially when it came to her. She could push me and push me, but she always got away with things. Well, no more. "No... I... that's ridiculous!" she whined. "I don't deserve a written warning." "What you need is a good spanking," I muttered. "What did you say?" she asked. "Nothing," I replied. "Something about a spanking?" she asked. "Well, I think it would teach you a lesson more than a piece of paper," I conceded. Laura looked like she was considering something. "OK," she said after a minute's pause. "Spank me." "What?" I asked, confused. "You think I deserve a spanking. Spank me," Laura said. "I'll let you, as long as I don't get a written warning." I couldn't believe what she was offering. Laura didn't have model-like good looks, but she was far from ugly, your average twenty something woman, shoulder length brown hair, discrete make up, smart work dress concealing a nice figure. I had never seen her as anything more than a colleague but still, when you get an offer like that, you don't turn it down, do you? "OK, stand up, bend forward over the table," I instructed, fully expecting her to refuse. She did indeed give me a look of surprise, but then said, "and if I do, the written warning goes away?" "Yes," I confirmed. "The spanking will be sufficient punishment." Laura smiled slightly, then stood up and, as instructed, bent forward over the table. Wow. This was a position I never expected to see any of my staff in. I wondered how far I could take this. "OK, lift your dress and drop your knickers please," I said in a businesslike manner, as if I spanked my staff every day like this. Laura righted herself and turned to face me, and I could see that she was about to tell me exactly what she thought of my request. But she clearly thought better of it. "Can't you just do it over my dress?" she asked. "Laura, you've offended one of our biggest customers. We've had to give him a huge discount - you've cost the company a fortune. It's bare bottom or the written warning." I could see her considering the option, then reluctantly coming to a conclusion. "And you won't do anything other than spank my bottom?" she asked. I smiled. "No, of course not." Laura sighed, then turned back towards the table, bending forward. She lifted up the dress, revealing a pair of black lace knickers. I thought about the fact that when she had put them on that morning she would never have imagined showing them to her manager. I waited. A few seconds later Laura pulled her knickers down at the back, far enough to expose her well shaped bare bottom whilst protecting her modesty as far as she could. I'd never spanked anyone before, and I took a few seconds to enjoy the extremely erotic view of a woman presenting her bare bottom for spanking. The fact that this was one of my employees in smart business attire, bending over a table in an unlocked room, just made it all the more exciting. "OK Laura, ten smacks, take them all without complaining and I'll throw out the written warning." The no complaining rule was important. Laura complained about everything. Having to just accept ten hard smacks to her bare bottom, no moaning, no objections, would be the most important part of this lesson. I didn't pre-warn her about the first smack. After making her wait a couple of seconds, I delivered a hard smack to her left cheek. My hand connected beautifully with her backside, and a satisfyingly loud "SMACK" rang out around the room. Laura immediately rounded on me, her dress falling back down to cover her. "Ow, that was too hard!" she objected. "Laura, there was one rule, wasn't there?" I asked. I'd at least expected her to try. "What rule?" she asked, looking confused. "No complaining," I reminded her. "It's supposed to hurt," I continued. "It's a spanking. You asked for it. Literally." She looked like she was going to come back with a retort, but decided better of it. "Fine," she conceded. She resumed her position bending over the table and lifted her dress again reluctantly. "I'll start again," I said. This time I made her wait for what seemed like ages, then let my hand fly once again towards her left buttock. SMACK. "Ow!" she exclaimed, but stayed in position, awaiting the second swat. "Quiet Laura," I insisted. I expected an objection, but she did as she was told. I smacked her again, hard on her left butt cheek, with another satisfyingly loud SMACK sound. "One," I counted. She rounded on me again. "One?" she exclaimed. "That's three now!" "Laura, I said you had to take ten spanks without complaining. You complained after the first, so I started again. You complained after the second, so I started again. Now you've complained again." "Did not!" she complained. "And again." I thought she was going to throw a full blown tantrum. This was hardly helping to improve her professionalism. "Right, just get out. Written warning it is," I said firmly. "No!" she insisted. "No, you can spank me. I won't complain any more. Ten spanks." "You'll do as you're told?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," she replied. "OK, pull your dress and your bra down so I can see your breasts," I requested. From the expression on her face, it was clear she was going to complain again. "That wasn't what we agreed!" she whined. "Laura, we agreed I would spank you with no complaining. You didn't keep to your part of the deal. Maybe having your breasts out will remind you not to complain any more." Laura didn't respond. "Fine," I said. "Written warning it is then." "OK, OK," she said reluctantly. She pulled her dress down to below her chest, revealing a rather plain black bra holding an ample pair of breasts. I was getting very excited about the fact I was about to see one of my employee's breasts, and could feel my erection that had already started to develop starting to get very stiff. Now Laura pulled her bra down too, leaving her large firm breasts completely exposed. I took a good long look at them, and would have loved to touch them, but the rules were the rules. Laura's left boob was slightly bigger than her right, large areola surrounding small tight nipples. She had a great pair of natural tits. "Right Laura, back in position," I instructed. Laura turned round and bent over the table again, lifting her dress up. I loved this view of her, still with all her business clothes on, but with all the important bits exposed. Her boobs hung nicely from her body, now free from the restriction of her bra. I decided to get Laura's spanking out of the way quickly so that I could have some privacy to sort out my erect cock. I spanked her hard over her left butt cheek, then immediately again over her right, then a third time over her left, getting a little harder each time, smack, Smack, SMACK! Laura took a sharp intake of breath on the third, but didn't complain. I wondered if she could possibly make it to ten without complaining. Laura had always hated me telling her what to do as her manager; having to stand with her tits and butt out and let me spank her, without even being allowed to say anything, must have been extremely difficult for her. It was an impossibly submissive position for her. I went to spank her again, but before I could make contact she clenched her bottom. Oh no, I wasn't putting up with this. I stopped, my hand hovering inches from her backside. "Unclench, Laura," I ordered. Her butt stayed clenched up for a few seconds, then she relaxed it. I loved the fact that I had control even over her butt cheeks. Now if only I could exercise anything like this level of control over Laura on a normal day... I rewarded her newly relaxed bottom with two more nice hard smacks. Laura stood there and let me, keeping her cheeks unclenched as instructed. "Now Laura," I said, keen to take this opportunity to address her behaviour whilst she wasn't in a position to answer back. "The reason you are being spanked is that you were very rude to one of our biggest clients, and that's just not acceptable," I said. I gave her a nice hard smack over her left butt cheek to demonstrate just how unacceptable it was. "Your attitude has been completely unacceptable for a long time," I told her, "and I just can't keep making excuses for you. I can't give you any more chances." I emphasised the point by smacking her hard over her right butt cheek. Yes, Laura had really earned this spanking. "So next time you're thinking about being rude to me, or one of your colleagues, or especially a client, I want you to remember being here in my office, tits out, bare bottom, being spanked," I said, placing her eighth spank exactly where I'd placed the previous one, just to break the sequence and give her a surprise. It worked. "Shit!" Laura exclaimed, hands flying to protect her bottom. "Laura?" I asked. "You cheated!" she complained. "You complained," I responded. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, realising that she'd just taken eight spanks for no reason. She'd just wiped it all in one expletive. "Right Laura, I'm going to give you once last chance to get through ten spanks, but this time you're going to be over my knee," I said. Laura gave me a disparaging look. "No, over the desk," she insisted. "No, over my knee," I repeated. Her expression changed to a sulk. I responded by staring straight at her tits. If I was going to have to wait, I might as well enjoy the view whilst I did so. And I half expected Laura to put her arm over them, giving me an excuse to escalate the punishment further. "Fine," she said, her voice matching her facial expression. I sat down on my leather desk chair, raising one of my legs and patting where I wanted her to position her bottom. She looked like she was going to protest again, but obviously thought better of it. She lowered herself over my knee, her bottom now positioned perfectly to be spanked, but still covered by her dress. "Lift your dress," I requested. She did as I asked. I was now presented with exactly what I was hoping for. Not only did I get to see her bare bottom once again, but the position I had her in meant I could see right between her legs, where her pink pussy lips were nestled in a thick bed of pubic hair. "I've got a great view from here," I told Laura, making sure she realised exactly how exposed she was to me. Laura wriggled on my knee immediately, clearly trying to close up her legs and at least maintain a little privacy. "Laura, the spanking won't start until I can see your pussy, and if I stop being able to see them it will start again," I said, trying not to sound too pleased with myself. "I am not showing you my vagina!" Laura protested. "OK then, shall we forget about the spanking?" I asked. "No... no, just spank me without looking at my genitals," she replied. "One final chance Laura; open your legs or we stop now." There was a silence for a good few seconds. "Fine, if you must," she sighed, and she wriggled back to where she had been originally, her pussy coming back into view as she did so. "Can you see it?" she asked. "Yep," I replied, smiling. I stared at her exposed lips peeking through her pubes. Was it just me or did they seem a little swelled up, a little bit moist? "OK Laura, ten hard smacks, no complaining, last chance," I said, eyes still focussed between her legs. "No clenching, and you will keep your pussy on view the whole time, OK?" "OK, just get on with it," she said. I paused, enjoying the sight of her deposited over my knee with her legs apart for as long as I could. Her bare bottom was pushed up towards me, presented to me, ready for its spanking, already a faint shade of red from the punishment it had already taken. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I got four hard smacks in in quick succession, alternating between her cheeks, her butt cheeks rebounding from the impact, her bottom reddening slightly more. I had hoped that doing four so quickly would catch her out, get a complaint out of her, at least make her clench, but it was to no avail. She stayed in position, bottom relaxed, still pushed up, waiting for the next one. Her legs stayed apart, pussy nicely exposed. It was definitely looking aroused. SMACK, SMACK. I reversed, right then left rather than left then right. I was getting the hang of this now, the sound of my hand on her buttocks just right, loud and confident and erotic. If only I was her boyfriend rather than her manager. I was sure we'd be able to spend plenty of time in the bedroom with me "punishing" her for things. I looked between her legs again. Yes, I was sure she would have no objection to that. SMACK, SMACK. Eight down, just two to go. This time it looked like she was finally going to take a full spanking without complaining. Her top would come up to hide her breasts again and her dress down to cover her bottom and pussy. I took a last opportunity to look at her body whilst I had the chance, whilst all of her clothes were pulled out of the way of the important bits so that they were on show to me. Her breasts hung unrestrained from her pulled down top, but they were now clearly flushed red, her nipples now hard. Her bare bottom was ready to receive its final chastisement, and her pussy lips were clearly ready for some attention as soon as she got out of here. I smacked her again, then held my hand above her bottom, building the anticipation for the final one. She wriggled slightly. I waited. Her pussy glistened. I waited. It was obvious now how excited she was, that far from seeing this as a punishment she was enjoying it, waiting for the final touch of my hand. "OK, Laura, I think that's enough," I said, withdrawing my hand. "No!" she complained. Then, realising she seemed to be protesting too much, "no, that's only nine." "Yes, well, I think that's enough," I said. I knew she didn't have a boyfriend; there was nobody to complete the spanking for her when she got home, to deliver that denied final spank. It would remain unresolved, something for us to imagine over and over again in our fantasies, but never to be fulfilled. "OK, get yourself dressed then Laura," I smiled, taking a long last look at her body. Standing up she let her dress fall over her bottom. She adjusted her bra back over her breasts and then righted the top of her dress. Finally she reached under her dress to return her knickers to their rightful position. She looked her usual professional self again, except that her hair was slightly out of place, her dress slightly wrinkled, and her face much redder than usual. "OK Laura, I think you've been sufficiently punished, so you may get back to work now," I said, fully expecting to see her head off to the bathroom in a few minutes. "And the written warning?" she asked. "Forgotten about, Laura. I think we have found a more appropriate form of punishment for you, haven't we?" She nodded. She looked down at my crotch, where I still had a very obvious erection. "It looks like you enjoyed giving me my punishment," she smiled. I looked down at her own crotch, now covered up. "It looked like you rather enjoyed receiving it," I said. "No I didn't!" she protested. I raised my eyebrows. "I could see your pussy the whole way through," I reminded her. "Yeah, well, that was totally inappropriate of you to make me show you," she said, but in such a way as to let me know it was not a real complaint. "So?" I asked. "No comment," she smiled. *** I couldn't stop thinking about Laura's punishment over the next few weeks. Neither of us mentioned it, but it seemed to have worked, at least at first; her attitude improved significantly. But after a couple of weeks, she started turning up late for work, being rude to clients, and generally being a nightmare again. I wondered if the effects of the spanking had worn off, or if she was deliberately misbehaving to earn herself another spanking. I realised that if the latter was the case, I was playing into her hands by punishing her again in the same way, but equally I couldn't wait to get her back over my knee. I called her in and gave her the same option as before: written warning or spanking. This time though, there would be no modesty spared if she took the spanking. It would be over my knee with the top of her dress pulled down, the bottom pulled up, and her legs apart so I could see her pussy. She agreed to the "punishment" a little too enthusiastically, and I did consider for a second whether to go with something more traditional. After all, I really did need to get her to stop being rude to clients. But I could already feel myself starting to get an erection, so I decided to stick with plan A. Laura's spanking proceeded much as last time, but without the complaints this time. As soon as she was over my knee with her legs parted it was obvious how excited she was. I took my time, enjoying the view of her pussy, tits and butt. I placed each spank carefully, nice and hard on her butt, alternating cheeks, using the spanking skills I had developed the previous week. I was hoping to get her to complain, to allow me to start the spanking again, extend the time I could have her over my knee, but this week she lay there obediently, not reacting at all as I landed swat after swat on her backside. She didn't even clench, keeping her cheeks relaxed throughout. When I landed the final hard smack on her bottom I expected her to get up as she had the previous week, put her dress back into place to cover everything up again and leave me nursing a large erection. But when I told her I was done, I got a surprise. Office Spanking Laura straightened up but instead of pulling her knickers up, she let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Then she sat astride me, legs wrapped round me, dress falling down to cover her crotch but me knowing that she was naked underneath it. She made no attempt to cover up her boobs, which were still exposed just as I had stipulated. She took my hands and placed them on her tits, which were nice and warm and firm. Her hard nipples pressed into my palms. I squeezed her breasts gently, wondering where this was leading. "I've really learned my lesson today," Laura said, her face close to mine. "Good," I said, continuing to massage her breasts with my hands. She didn't resist. "I've been thinking, maybe I'm ready for a promotion?" Laura said, smiling. Before I could reply she had unbuckled my trousers, pulled them open, and had her hand inside my boxers, gripping my cock. I couldn't think of anybody less suitable for promotion that Laura, but it's hard to say that to someone when her tits are in your hands and she is holding your cock. "Erm..." I said. Her hand slid slowly down my cock. I hadn't had a woman's hand on my cock for so long. It felt so good. I looked into her eyes. If the answer was "no", I imagined her hand wouldn't be on my cock much longer. "I'll think about it," I said, doing my best to make that sound like a positive statement. To my relief, her hand stayed on my cock, pulling up and down, but so frustratingly slowly. It was going to take me forever to cum at this rate. "What's there to think about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. All I could think about at the moment was the feeling of her hand against my cock, and the softness of her tits in my hands. "Just... whether there are any vacancies," I said, wondering why on earth I was even stalling. My brain was screaming at me that the answer was "yes", that we'd make a vacancy. Laura lifted up her dress, revealing a thick unshaved bush of pubic hair. My eyes were drawn straight towards it, seeing how it covered her crotch, how it was the same dark brown as the hair that framed her face. "Do you like pubes on a girl?" she asked suggestively. I nodded. "You want to run your fingers through them?" she asked. I nodded again. "About that position," she said, taking my right hand in her free hand, allowing me to continue to play with her breast with the other. "The position?" I asked. She was now working my cock harder, her fist tightly clenched, concentrating on the sensitive head of my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. Whatever guy ended up dating her was going to get some fantastic hand jobs. "The position under you," she said, hand that was holding mine hovering just above her crotch. I could feel my face screwed up with the pleasure now, all I could think about was what she was doing to my cock, the feel of her tit, the fact that my hand was so close to her crotch but being held just a few inches away. The only position under me I could think of was her lying on my desk, me on top. "Under me?" I asked, breathing deeply. "The deputy manager position is vacant," she said, somehow concentrating on the task at hand when I couldn't. "Deputy... manager?" I asked, barely able to form a sentence. I could feel myself getting near to orgasm and my mind was struggling to comprehend anything else. Realising my difficulties Laura slowed to a gentle thrusting, sending a wave of frustration through my body. "Yeah, deputy manager, deputy to you," she said. My right hand was trying to push towards her crotch, but she was easily restraining it. "I don't have a... deputy manager?" I said, still struggling to understand. Wow, she was so, so good at hand jobs. "Exactly," she smiled, pleased that I'd caught on. As a reward, she finally let my hand find her crotch, and I ran it through her soft curly pubes, enjoying touching her intimately, teasing her as I ran my hand around her pussy without touching it. "So you want to be my deputy?" I asked, trying not to sound incredulous. "We'd work really closely together," she said, still working my cock gently. It wasn't sounding like such a bad idea after all. "I'm sure there'd be lots you could teach me," she said suggestively. Yes, I'd been wrong about this idea. It was a great one. "Yeah," I nodded. "Consider yourself promoted." A wide smile filled Laura's face. "Good," she said. Her hand stopped on my cock and loosened. That wasn't supposed to happen. "Let's celebrate," she said, but she stood up, moving away from my hands. She walked towards the door, dress now fallen to cover her crotch again, but tits still hanging out. Surely she wasn't about to walk out into the office like that? Then she bent down. It took me a few seconds to realise that she was rummaging in her bag, which she had obviously brought in with her when she came in early. She pulled out something I recognised and I suddenly got even more excited. Returning to straggle me she handed me the packet. Either she always carried condoms round with her, or she'd planned this all along. I gave her an inquisitive look. "Mum's advice," she smiled. Putting on her best impersonation of her mother she echoed "always carry a condom, Laura, you never know when you're going to need one." Laura lifted up her dress, exposing her hairy pussy again. My eyes were immediately drawn downwards. "I think she was thinking more of meeting a guy in a club though," Laura smiled, taking hold of my exposed cock again. "But I don't do one night stands, so never needed to use it before." I didn't have the inclination to question Laura's rather strange moral boundaries - one night stands bad, sleeping with your boss to get a promotion fine? My hands were back on her tits, squeezing and playing with them, Laura smiling widely, enjoying my touch. Laura was thrusting my cock hard in her hand, her touch feeling great, knowing how to work my cock even better than I did. Even my long term girlfriends had struggled to achieve such mastery of my cock as Laura did, her thrusts delivering maximum pleasure whilst keeping me from getting too excited and climaxing early. I put my hand back between her legs, heading straight for her pussy. I rubbed up and down her moist lips, always stopping just short of her clit. Laura was using this to manipulate me into giving her a promotion: she definitely didn't deserve any attention to her clit. Instead I slipped a couple of fingers inside her, my fingers sliding easily into her moist pussy. It was so long since I'd been able to explore a girl's pussy. I thrust in and out, enjoying the fact that I was finally inside Laura, that my troublesome employee was giving me access to her, surrendering her pussy to me. Her hand continued to work my cock and I was reluctant to stop the hand job, even so that I could take her fully. But I could feel myself getting ever closer to the edge, and knew if I didn't take her pussy now I might never get the chance; this was a one time only offer. I ripped open the packet and went to slip on the condom, but Laura took it out of my hand and slipped it onto my cock herself. Holding my cock tightly, thrusting it gently in her hand, she moved herself to mount me, to insert my cock into her pussy, to ride me. I closed my eyes, ready for the sublime feeling of my cock slipping inside her pussy. Then a thought hit me. Laura had set all this up so that she would be in control. She'd put my hands on her tits, she'd touched my cock as she'd asked for the promotion, she'd put the condom on, now she was going to control the sex, control when I came, even if I was allowed to cum. No, I had to show her I was in charge, I had to act like the boss. I was still her manager, even after her promotion. Reluctantly I grabbed her hand, stopping her from putting me inside her. She looked at me, surprised. "I'm going to take you doggy style," I said, smiling. She looked shocked. "I don't... no..." she said, confused. "Get on my desk, deputy manager," I said, emphasising the last two words, reminding her what this was all about. "I don't do doggy style," she pouted. "I don't have a deputy manager," I replied, imitating her pout. "I've never let a guy fuck me doggy style," she reiterated. "I'm sure you know how to get into the position though," I said, not prepared to back down. I could see her mind working, trying to decide if the promotion was worth sacrificing her principles, letting her boss fuck her in such a submissive position. Finally she scowled and said "fine, if that's what you want." I quickly pushed everything off my desk, cock still fully erect and sheathed, desperate to get her into position so I could finally fuck her. Laura climbed up onto my desk and, despite her insistence that she had never taken it in this position before managed to get her body appropriately arranged, supporting her upper body with her hands, pushing her butt up in the air and spreading her legs to give me access. I knelt behind her, and couldn't resist a few nice hard smacks on her perfectly positioned butt. I expected a protest, and wasn't disappointed. "Just fuck me already!" she complained. I'd fuck her, but when I was ready. I pressed my cock against her pussy, against the opening without going inside. I rubbed it gently up and down her moist lips, teasing her, teaching her that she could not order me around, that she would have to learn to wait, be patient. She made a frustrated sound, but knew better than to complain any further. I rewarded her by slipping the head of my cock inside her, far enough so that I was inside her without filling her. I lent forward to play with her beautiful exposed tits, hanging there invitingly, just waiting for my touch. Laura could do nothing but wait, kept in suspense, anticipating my cock filling her but having no control over when it would. Finally I could wait no longer and I pushed my cock inside her, filling her up, enjoying the pressure of her moist pussy squeezing on me, enjoying the satisfaction of taking my most troublesome employee in this position where I was finally in complete control, enjoying knowing that I would take her as fast or as slow as I wanted, and she would let me. I started to thrust slowly but confidently, refamiliarising myself with the action I had got out of practice at, groaning with satisfaction as the pleasure washed through my body, each thrust a treat, me determined to enjoy every second of this. It would be the only time I'd ever get to fuck Laura, I'd better make it memorable. As I got into it I started to thrust harder, taking full advantage of the pussy that was on offer to me, feeling my body more and more taken over by the arousal, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Then suddenly Laura made a grunting sound then breathed "fuck yeah". My thrusting intensified, hard enough now that her tits were jiggling with each thrust, giving me a fantastic view. Both of us breathed more and more heavily, both grunting and groaning and swearing without any reservation, without any embarrassment, Laura urging me to take her harder, faster, no longer having any reservation about me being in control, about her being in the submissive position. Her natural urges had taken over. I thrust harder and harder, losing control, then cumming, spurt after spurt filling the condom, thrust after thrust continuing into her, taking her, winning gasps and groans from her. Finally I slipped my cock out, and Laura let out an exasperated sound of frustration. Before I could react she'd got herself supported on one arm and was using her other to furiously work her clit, me crouched behind her getting a perfect view. Even in my post orgasm state this was an enjoyable thing to watch, and I saved it in my mind to replay when I could fully enjoy it. She worked her clit expertly, hand clearly as comfortable on her own bits as on a guy's, moaning and panting as she pushed herself towards her own climax. I let her work her clit until she was as close to the point of no return as I could risk, then said "stop!" She didn't stop. I repeated it, then, when it was clear she was going to defy me to get her own climax I pulled her hand off, leaving her swelled moist lips unattended. She let out another sound of frustration, but didn't try to resist. "OK Laura, I think we're done celebrating," I smiled, pulling off the condom, tying it then pulling my boxers up again and fastening my trousers. Laura was still obediently positioned on my desk in the doggy style position, everything on display, awaiting instructions. "OK, get dressed and get back to work - your promotion takes effect from Monday," I said. She seemed reluctant to get out of the sex position and give up on the prospect of completing her climax, but she did as she was told, pulling her knickers on again then pulling her dress up to cover her tits, my eyes lingering on the exposed flesh for as long as they could. With her fully dressed in work attire again it seemed odd to think that just I few minutes ago I'd had her tits in my hands, had my now soft cock filling her pussy. "Will I be working here in your office?" Laura asked just before she left. There was an empty desk in the corner that had never been used. I liked having the office to myself, but as my deputy, it made sense. "Yeah, I guess," I smiled. "And what do you want me to wear on Monday?" she asked. My mind flashed back to her on my desk. "Nothing," I shot back, my tone making it clear I wasn't serious. Laura paused for a second, thoughtful. "OK," she smiled.