Journal—Week 5
Monday 29th June
Today was not quite what I expected. It was even better. Mr. Wilson gave me an important promotion with great authority and responsibility.
At first I did not really understand how much of an honor is my new position, but of course once Mr. Wilson had explained it to me in more detail I know that this is a wonderful opportunity.
He, and the management team of our customer, have been impressed with how I helped with the brochure. Our client has recently acquired an internet mail-order company after it had gone bust owing them quite a large amount of money. They want Wilson Industries to help them revamp the new acquisition.
Mr. Wilson had decided that I was ideally suited, following the work I had done with their brochure, to help to revamp the presentation of the newly acquired company’s product catalog on their website. I was tasked with identifying which products should be highlighted, which should be discontinued, how the products should be presented and what prices should be charged.
That of course was a great responsibility. I was extremely pleased and excited about the job, mostly because it demonstrated that Mr. Wilson really did think that I was executive material.
Mr. Wilson did explain though that since this was a very important position and that with the authority I would be given I would have to accept responsibility also. He explained that this was all part of his advanced executive training program. Before this point he had shouldered the responsibility for my work, but from now on I had to take ownership. I would have to account for any mistakes I made, and assume responsibility.
I was pretty fired up, he was putting a lot of trust in me, and I wanted to prove to him that he was not making a mistake. Of course I would accept responsibility.
Over the years, he explained, he had devised an incentive program for trainee executives. Rather than fire a trainee for a mistake, he had come up with a way to encourage improvment. He believed that corporal punishment provided the right incentive.
It was quite shocking at first when he told me, but now I understand the rationale and it makes a lot of sense. He explained patiently that corporal punishment had been used for centuries as a teaching tool and it was only our recent ‘political correctness’ that had discouraged its use. He reasoned that just because some teachers had gone too far and used it to injure or abuse their students, that one should not necessarily rule it out as a technique. Also, part of the past problems with the method was that we agreed that it should not be used on children. Of course that was not a concern with an adult so he found it an ideal training technique for his advanced executive-training program.
Obviously I have been conditioned to believe that corporal punishment is wrong, but as he explained it to me I realized that this was just another example of the rules that apply to normal people. Those of us destined for stellar careers in high management positions have to be prepared to break with mundane conventions.
Naturally, he told me that I had to be comfortable with the idea, that if I was not happy to sign up to the training program then he would not be disappointed at all, but of course he could not with good conscience let me take up this new position.
Well of course, I desperately wanted the promotion and there was no way that I was going to let a little thing like that to stop me grabbing it firmly with both hands.
After I had agreed to the conditions for assuming full responsibility during Mr. Wilson’s executive training program, he smiled and praised my good sense. He was clearly extremely pleased that I would be working on this important project for Wilson Industries.
It was after lunch when he took me through the current web site and product catalogue for the company which we were tasked with revamping.
The company was called ‘Penelope’s Pleasures’ and it turned out it was a fetish and sex toy company. Their products ranged from ordinary vibrators through leather and PVC clothing to whips, chains, and bondage gear.
It made me feel most uncomfortable with the idea that I would be dealing with these kinky products. I have always deplored the deviants who would buy and use such items, and at first I was pretty wary about whether or not I actually wanted to help the company get back on its feet.
When I discussed my concerns with Mr. Wilson, he of course understood my worries, he is a very wise man after all. However, he pointed out that it does not really matter whether a company sells potatoes or computers, bottled water or vibrators, the important thing was that the executives make the company as efficient and profitable as possible. And besides, we were consultants, we were not working in the sex industry ourselves, we were in the consultancy business, so I need not worry about it.
Of course I knew all that in theory, but in practice I clearly was not ready to accept it yet. However, after I discussed it with Mr. Wilson I did come to understand that I must not be concerned about the products, that the important thing was to do the best job I could to put the company back on its feet so that Wilson Industries would make a profit and confirm our position with an important client.
By the end of the day I was fully on board having realized just what a wonderful opportunity this was for me. If I can pull this off then I will have a great case study for my CV and it will be clear to everyone that I am truly executive material. While I still hold some reservations about the products that Penelope’s Pleasures sells, I know that I cannot let that distract me.
Tuesday 30th June
Today was my first proper day working on the project. I spent the morning working through the product catalog trying to get an idea of the products.
It was actually a fairly bizarre morning. I just could not really wrap my head around the kinky products or why anyone would want to buy most of them. But of course Mr. Wilson was a great help. He stopped by a couple times to talk with me and give me some advice.
He pulled up a chair beside me so that we could both look at the computer screen. I could smell his aftershave, a very pleasant aroma. I recalled smelling it last Friday when we rode in his car to the client presentation. That made me remember the presentation itself and then all the fastasies about it which I had explored every night since then. They are such exciting fantasies that the mere thought of them made me flush. My heart began racing as he sat down.
He had to lean in closer to see the screen better. So he put his arm onto the back of my chair and moved his chair closer, ending up sitting right next to me, almost leaning onto me so that his other hand could reach the keyboard and mouse if needed.
His arm across the back of my chair ended up brushing across my neck, and at that contact I involuntarily leaned forward a little, arching my back slightly. That caused my breasts to push forward, straining against my tight blouse.
I suddenly had a little daydream right there, imagining the strain caused a button on my blouse to pop off and so reveal my breasts to him. Oh that would be so embarrassing, but so exciting too! My heart beat even faster.
I tried to focus on what he was saying. As he clicked around their website, Mr. Wilson explained that the main business for Penelope’s Pleasures was actually their fetish and bondage gear – which set them apart from some adult online shops. The women who were shown on the site, modeling various products, looked very sexy and attractive, though they were often indecently dressed, or not dressed at all.
I guess it was partly the sexual nature of the images and material on the website that made my mind turn so naughty, but I could not help having more little sexy daydreams.
I was listening to what he was saying about their business, but at the same time my mind played around with fantasies. For instance, I imagined what it would be like if, rather than an accident causing my blouse to pop open, instead he told me to deliberately unbutton my blouse. Perhaps because we had to, for some strange reason, compare my breasts to the models on the website. So I imagined unbuttoning my blouse and showing him my breasts, letting him cup and lift them to judge their weight. I even fantasized that he complimented me on my obedience, which sent a frisson of pleasure through me, knowing that I had pleased him. Oh, what a sexy daydream!
These fantasies started making me feel very hot, and I considered unbuttoning my blouse in reality, just a little, to cool down. I know that it is perfectly acceptable to undo my blouse buttons when I feel hot, so I did. That felt better, and Mr. Wilson did not seem to mind—he was concentrating on the website anyway, and was not even looking, so I popped open a couple more buttons and felt delicously naughty, even knowing it was okay.
We moved onto the part of the product catalogue that showed various leather and metal restraints. He kept explaining stuff about the site and I tried to follow along. There were some very kinky products. I do not really understand why anyone would find it sexy in any way at all, to be tied up. Oh well, to each their own, I suppose.
He had me click through the various different product types, to get an overview and understanding of them. As I did, he rested his hand on my bare knee. I tensed up for a brief moment before I remembered that he is just a tactile person and so of course it was okay for him to touch me like that. I even forced myself to relax when he started softly stroking his hand up and down my leg, just above my knee, as a kind gesture while he talked.
I continued navigating throught the site, clicking where he told me, following his guidance. It was a big website and I found myself getting lost. I was concentrating so much on learning about the website, that I almost barely noticed that his soft stroking had moved a little higher up my thighs. It had caused my legs to natually shift position, and my thighs had unconsciously spread apart.
It was then that I first realized that the way I was sitting in my chair, my skirt had rode up and bunched around my waist as usual, and my tiny thong was clearly visible if he happened to look down. But he did not, his attention was locked on the computer screen.
His hand however, had gradually shifted higher as he gently stroked my leg while talking about the website. I do not think he conciously even realized where his gentle hand was moving. But any higher and he would accidentally find out, through touch, how skimpy was the thong between my legs.
That triggered a moment of fantasy daydream of what it would be like if he did exactly that, his hand stroking upwards as my thighs opened wider and wider apart, so that his hand accidentally brushed between my legs. Then in my imagination, I wondered what it would be like if it were less of an accident.
I imagined his fingertips moving up and down my barely-covered slit, exploring my pussy, making me wet. It was such an arousing fantasy, imagining my boss and mentor touching me so sensually.
I am still surprised that I allowed myself to have this delightful little fantasy with my boss sitting right there beside me as we worked through Penelope’s Pleasures’ current site. It was difficult to concentrate on the job at hand while letting such naughty thoughts run through my mind, but I am sure I managed to look focused. Mr. Wilson certainly did not seem to think that I was distracted from our work. I just hoped Mr. Wilson did not notice my state of arousal.
I was feeling so happily excited from my daydream. I must have been smiling or something, because Mr. Wilson complimented on how I seemed to be getting into the job and finding it enjoyable. Clearly he was impressed at my turn-around in attitude. He said I was a good girl for getting excited about the products and such, since I had expressed reservations earlier.
And I guess he is right. No matter what the products for Penelope’s Pleasures are, it is my job to do whatever I can to help them be the most successful company that they can.
I was a little surprised he called me a girl, but to be honest I suppose I am as far as he is concerned, so I was not put out by it. Overall I was mostly just happy that he was pleased.
We continued touring through the site. By then we were looking at the wide selection of vibrators and dildos.
I am naïve when it comes to sex toys. While naturally I have heard of them, I have never ever used one. As we looked through the product catalogue I was amazed at the variety. There were all sorts, in all sizes and shapes. Many of them were forked in shape, with little lumps sticking off at interesting angles. Mr. Wilson explained that these were to stimulate the clitoris.
I could not help but wonder what that might feel like. I imagined one of those vibrators purring away inside me, with part of it pressed up to me, vibrating against my clit. Oh, how that might feel! My swollen clit certainly could have used some stimulation right then!
I become so wet, that after Mr. Wilson left I decided I had to go to the ladies room and take off my soaked panties, since they had become too unfortably wet. Sitting at my desk without panties the rest of the day filled me with plenty more naughty fantasies.
I think these fantasies were partly due to my subconscious making me come to terms with the job I was going to have to do to prove myself as the professional executive I so desperately wanted to be. I knew then that I would be able to do an excellent job for Penelope’s Pleasures no matter what I might think of their more extreme products.
Later today, as soon as I got home, I explored the fantasies further. My favorite was imagining him sliding his fingers up my leg and then along my slit. I found the idea extremely exciting and oh so arousing. I quivered and moaned as I played with myself, imagining his fingers dancing over my lacy thong.
Then in my fantasy, he firmly told me to slip my panties down my legs and off, and of course the fantasy me was a good trainee and did as she was instructed. Following his instructions was such a thrill. I shiver with pleasure to imagine him praising my obedience.
Then I imagined his hand sliding back along my silky thigh to my now bare and eagerly awaiting pussy. I gasped when he touched me in my fantasy and I was putty in his hands as he played me like an instrument, to a wonderful, powerful series of orgasms.
Thursday 2nd July
Oh god, what a day, what a day!
I made a costly mistake this morning. I had been making great progress deciding what changes needed to be made to the site. But I guess I become a little over-confident.
I had been working through the best selling dildos – to be honest, I still find it weird that I am working with sex toys – and trying to decide on what would be best as a promotion to try and drum up more sales and well, I accidentally put a best-seller on sale for a tenth of the correct price: I mistyped the decimal place.
Luckily, Mr. Wilson spotted the mistake before it caused too much of a loss. I do not really know how I managed to make the mistake since I had been sure that I had it right. But, when Mr. Wilson pointed it out to me, there it was. I guess I was just a little careless.
Mr. Wilson was not angry – he is such a great person to remain so self-controlled – but of course he did make sure to point out what a serious mistake it was. The worst part though was when he said that he was disappointed with me. I suddenly felt terrible, knowing that I had let him down after he had given me such responsibility.
Part of me guessed what was coming, but it was still a shock when he told me that he would have to punish me so that I would learn from my mistake. Since it was my first offense he said that he would let me off with a simple spanking.
I started to object, how could he expect me to submit to a spanking, the whole idea was just too humiliating.
However, he held up his hand to stop me and spent a few minutes reminding me of the training program I had agreed to and how important it was to follow all of its precepts if I wanted to progress and be trained further—which I do want very much.
By the time he had finished his lecture, I felt contrite and could have kicked myself for making such a fool of myself. I was acting like a child trying to get out of my punishment, when I should have quietly accepted it like a grown up, like a proper successful executive would have done.
I swore to myself that in the future I would not make a fuss – after all I had made the mistake, therefore I had to take the consequences. It will be better to avoid the mistakes in the first place than cry over Mr. Wilson’s justified punishment.
Reluctantly I lay myself over Mr. Wilson’s knees and he adjusted my position until he was happy. Not that I was particularly happy about it. My head hung down near the floor and my breasts dangled underneath me; my blouse not really containing them. I could feel that my skirt was riding very high and I was humiliated knowing that Mr. Wilson could probably see my barely-covered pussy between my thighs.
To my embarrassment, I found myself a little excited at that thought. I knew that Mr. Wilson was not interested in looking, that this was purely part of his executive training program. But part of me wished that he did want to look, and I could not help myself from imagining that Mr. Wilson was hungrily taking in the view.
It only got worse. He took hold of the hem of my brief skirt, lifted it away from my bottom, folded it past my waist and then tucked it into my belt. He said that a proper spanking must always be done on the bare buttocks.
I was so humiliated, even though he had not laid one finger on me yet I was definitely making all sorts of pledges to myself not to make any more mistakes. I could certainly see why this sort of punishment, as part of his training program, was effective.
I felt so exposed, with only my skimpy thong protecting my modesty. To my further shame he complimented me on my choice of underwear saying that it was foresighted of me choose underwear that left my buttocks exposed for my punishment.
So I already felt very humbled and humiliated even before he started the punishment.
Fire erupted across my butt and I could not help but give out a scream. His first spank was quickly followed by another on my other buttock. It was indescribable. I had never felt such humiliation before. Of course there was pain, but it was the embarrassment at being spanked that was far worse.
Mr. Wilson was telling me, over and over, that I had to be a good girl and learn my lessons, that it was very important to follow his directions if I wanted to succeed. He would say something and then bring his hand down with a loud smack on my reddening butt as if to make his point.
I could not help squirming in his lap and he had to place his other hand behind my back to hold me in position. Underneath me my breasts wobbled from side to side. I must have looked a real sight.
He rained down spank after spank, and each stung sharply before fading to a dull throb.
Oh yes, there was pain. There was indeed pain, but there was also something else.
I think it was the fact that I knew that my pussy was almost on display together with those naughty fantasies I have been having about Mr. Wilson, but as the spanking continued, I could not help myself. I became more and more aroused. I could feel my pussy start to tingle and moisten.
I know I should not have let myself feel that way. It was certainly very inappropriate. Unfortunately I found it harder and harder to concentrate on what Mr. Wilson was saying since I could not stop thinking dirty thoughts, feeling myself grow more and more aroused, very much aware of my rapidly moistening pussy.
I do not really understand it, I have certainly never had any fantasies about being spanked before – though from some of the products on sale at Penelope’s Pleasures I now know that there are some people who clearly do – and yet as Mr. Wilson spanked me I was becoming more and more turned on.
I think I began to moan out loud. Oh the shame. I just hope that Mr. Wilson thought it was moans of pain. As my imagination ran wild with naughty thoughts, to my amazement, I found myself getting close to an orgasm. That would have been far too humiliating, but luckily just when I thought I could not hold it back any more Mr. Wilson called a halt to my punishment. I was so relieved. Yet frustrated too.
I was not particularly composed as Mr. Wilson helped me to stand. Fortunately he did not seem to notice the state of arousal I was in, I suppose he expected me to be subdued after being punished, and hopefully he put my flushed face down to embarrassment rather than the arousal that burned within me.
My punishment was not completely over though. Mr. Wilson told me that it was important for me to think on my mistake and my punishment before I could return to work. He told me to stand in the corner of his office facing into the corner.
That was embarrassing enough, but I only realized when I had finished that my skirt was still tucked into my belt and my buttocks had remained on display all the while that I stood there contemplating my mistake. I wonder what Mr. Wilson must have thought.
While I stood there he just continued to work at his desk as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I did not spend the time thinking on my mistake but instead I thought about my punishment—though not in the way I am sure was intended. No, instead I thought about how turned on I felt, and how it affected me. My panties were absolutely soaking wet. I blush now just thinking about it.
I was in such a flustered state. I really do not know how Mr. Wilson did not notice, but thankfully he did not. He just sat at his desk working and muttering to himself as if I was not even there. I cannot remember what he was muttering about, but in some ways I felt reassured by it. It made the whole thing seem so normal.
My mind was a whirl. I realized that I had actually enjoyed my spanking and would happily submit to another if Mr. Wilson deemed it necessary. However, I definitely would not make a mistake on purpose – I am far too much of a professional to do that.
I found myself fantasizing about the possibility of further spankings, fueling an inferno of arousal. My dirty mind just kept picturing, over and over again, naughty scenes where Mr. Wilson would take me over his knee and spank me. I got myself rather worked up thinking about these fantasies while I stood there.
He made me stand there for about ten or fifteen minutes and then finally dismissed me back to my office to continue my work.
I had to make a quick detour to the ladies room. I could not help myself. I felt so worked up, I had to “finish” myself off. I have never played with myself in a public place before, and though the stall of the toilet had some privacy, I still felt a little worried that someone might enter the bathroom and hear me. But it did not matter, nobody interrupted me. And it felt so good to get release that I almost did not care anyway.
There in the ladies room, I discovered just how wet my panties had become. I had to take them off completely, there was no way I could sit in them for the rest of the day.
Back at my desk, it was actually quite thrilling to be sitting there naked beneath my short skirt – and since I did not want to get my skirt damp either, I was careful to sit with my skirt flipped back behind me. The only downside was that my poor bum was so sore from my spanking that I had to be very careful how I sat.
When I got home this evening, I just had to masturbate again fantasizing about Mr. Wilson spanking me. I do not think I have ever been so aroused as I was today—as I am still. I think I might masturbate some more tonight, to this fantasy, just as soon as I finish writing this log entry.
Actually, I am a bit worried by how I reacted to the spanking, and how I feel at the moment. I am worried that I might be becoming some sort of sex maniac, some sort of nympho freak.
I hope that I can pull myself together properly tomorrow so that I can concentrate on work. While I would not mind another spanking if I did happen to make a mistake, I want to do well and get that next promotion, and I do not want to disappoint Mr. Wilson after all he has been doing for me.
Friday 3rd July
I am so relieved. I am not a freak or a sex maniac. Mr. Wilson explained it all to me today and now I understand that everything that has been happening to me is completely normal and nothing to worry about at all.
My revelation all started with a very embarrassing and humiliating moment—I was caught touching myself—but in retrospect, I am now actually glad that it happened. Thankfully Mr. Wilson is such a wise and understanding man. I am so lucky that I have him to guide me.
I was caught in such a humiliating situation because, to start, I was tired and distracted from not sleeping particularly well last night. My sore bottom from my spanking, and more importantly the strange new fantasies that it brought to my mind, meant that I just could not get to sleep.
Memories and fantasies of Mr. Wilson spanking me kept circling around and around in my mind all night. I did get a few hours of fitful sleep – probably because I managed to exhaust myself with my masturbation and many many orgasms. It was sort of embarrassing, but I could not seem to keep my fingers away from my clitoris last night and my poor little clit was feeling somewhat overly-played-with and sensitive this morning.
So when I got to work this morning I was petty tired and my thoughts were preoccupied since my poor pussy was still slightly swollen and sore from all of my nighttime playing, and thus very sensitive already. Besides, I always wake up extremely horny these days anyway. Therefore I really could not help my sensitive pussy from getting wet again, which quickly soaked through the thin fabric of my underwear.
The past several times my undies have gotten that wet, I had to take them off to feel comfortable. That made me remember yesterday’s thrill of being without underwear at work, so I quickly decided to slip off my underwear and sit on my office chair with my bottom completely bare. It felt so naughty and yet so thrilling.
I came undone though because that morning I was working through Penelope’s products, making notes about each product and looking up sales figures and checking on profitability based on manufacturing costs and sales price. I happened to be working in their bondage gear section.
Then I came across a stunning sight. On the screen in front of me was a product called a spanking bench and the picture which illustrated it showed a young, beautiful, naked woman fastened to the bench with a man standing behind her. From her reddened bottom it was clear that he was in the middle of spanking her.
It immediately brought my thoughts back to my punishment yesterday. I remembered every detail of my own spanking, and while I was remembering that, I could not help myself from reaching down between my legs and gently caressing my pussy. It felt so incredibly good that I could not stop myself from continuing. I even slouched a little in my chair and spread my knees apart.
I have never, ever before, done something so lewd at work. Well, apart from my session in the ladies yesterday – but that was in the privacy of the bathroom, not in my office where anyone could walk in at any time.
As it happens, at exactly that moment, Mr. Wilson walked into my office. His timing was both terrible and perfect, to catch me just at the moment where I had reached a state of visible flushed arousal and my actions were surely obvious.
I was mortified. My boss had caught me touching myself at my desk! Yet Mr. Wilson was not angry. In fact he was great about it.
He came and sat beside me, telling me that it was okay and nothing to worry about. I felt totally humiliated and I broke down sobbing my apology for letting him down.
He just hugged me and told me that there was nothing for which to apologize. After he hugged me, he let his hand rest on my leg, gently stroking to comfort me. He is such a nice tactile person to comfort me this way. What a wonderful man.
Then we had a long heart to heart talk. He asked me some questions about whether I had done it at work before and how often I masturbated at home.
I felt so miserable for having betrayed the trust that Mr. Wilson had placed in me, that I ended up answering all of his questions. I was so embarrassed to admit everything but for some reason I just could not hold anything back.
I started by telling him that I had been feeling so much more horny recently. Once it started spilling out, I could not stop. I told him that I was masturbating much more often than ever before, playing with myself many times each night and weekend while I was at home.
I blushed to admit these things to him, but as each embarrassing truth came out I felt myself getting more and more aroused too. It did not help my arousal that his hand was still on my thigh to comfort me, gently stroking up and down my leg.
I could not help it, a fantasy popped into my dirty mind right then, of him sliding his hand up my leg to stroke my bare naked pussy. I am so perverse, but part of me wished so badly that he would do just that. But I did not tell him about that kinky little daydream, since he might have been horrified and disgusted.
Not only that, but I realized the way my skirt was bunched up, my bare pussy was probably clearly visible if he looked down. That knowledge filled me with such a thrill! But he was not looking down. He seemed focused on cheering me up and making me feel better.
Mr. Wilson was so understanding. He did not once get angry or uncomfortable while I laid everything out for him and felt so low down about myself.
He told me that I should not worry. That in fact one of the main problems was that I was bottling everything up, all that sexual tension. Because when I get sexually frustrated I am more likely to make mistakes. As he explained it to me, it all made perfect sense and now I understand.
He told me that it was perfectly typical for a healthy young woman, like me, to have a powerful sex drive. That in fact, the more intelligent a woman, the more vivid her imagination usually, and thus the stronger her libido. I should not worry that my libido has seemingly taken off in the last few weeks. That was just a sign of my intelligence.
As an executive trainee, I had to grasp everything that came along and turn it into an advantage. In this case he was sure that my intelligence and powerful imagination would help me with my work.
My increased sexual imagination probably also related to the work that I was doing. Clearly the products had a certain sexual nature to them so it was natural that I might find myself with a heightened libido while working on the project.
He told me that it was fine to allow my imagination to wander as long as I kept working hard. More importantly I was not to let myself bottle up my fantasies so that I became frustrated and make mistakes. What I do at home is my own business, and sexual passtimes at home are perfectly healthy since they provice release for frustration.
And if during my work I found myself a little indisposed, well that was fine too, so long as my results stayed as good as they had been up to now. I felt a thrill to hear that he was pleased with my results so far. I knew that if I kept it up there might be yet another promotion coming quite soon.
I still cannot believe how understanding Mr. Wilson was. He is such a great man, and it was incredibly kind of him to tell that that I should not worry about all those things. Our heart to heart talk had already made me feel much better about everything.
Then he asked more personal questions, such as whether I enjoyed being naked. I admitted that I did and that I had even recently started sleeping in the nude, but that I of course did not walk around naked even when I was at home – that would be too embarrassing.
He said that he was surprised I would feel embarrassed about that, it was not something that he had expected from someone intelligent and sensible like me.
And now that I think about it I know that he is right. There is nothing wrong with being naked when I am at home, on my own. When I am as horny as I am at the moment, it actually feels great to be nude, it is so liberating. So lately I have started going naked around my house more often.
It only helps drives my arousal even higher thinking about if someone might come to the door, or looks in my window, and discover me without my clothes.
Anyway, before that thought starts a nice new fantasy off, I will sign off for the night.
Sunday 5th July
I am so pleased with myself, and I am sure that Mr. Wilson is going to be pleased and proud of me too. And that can only mean that I will get that all-important next promotion.
Yesterday I got to thinking about the project and how I could improve my performance. I certainly do not want to make a mistake and earn another spanking. Well, that is not strictly true—I would enjoy another spanking, but I do not want to disappoint Mr. Wilson so much that he decides he needs to punish me again. I feel so terrible when I disappoint him.
Well, it dawned on me that the reason I had made the mistake on Thursday was because I am not familiar with the products or the people who buy them. So I thought that I should do some research on the internet.
I just know that Mr. Wilson will be pleased.
I spent the whole weekend on the net. I started by looking at competitors’ web sites. But they did not really offer much insight, other than checking our pricing competitiveness.
Then I had another brainwave. I realized I was approaching it in the wrong way. Instead of looking at what we and our competitors sold, I should be thinking about what our customers want. I had found myself once more looking at spanking benches and was really turned on again, then it struck me. I should be researching bondage and fetish. I needed to understand what turned on the people who might buy from us so that I could decide which products to highlight and which we should think about dropping.
So I started looking at bondage and submission websites—BDSM, as I later learned it was called. It was a really big eye-opener.
I found pictures and videos, and some surprisingly erotic stories, of beautiful young women all in submissive situations. The first few I studied were all about spanking. That was what caught my eye first because of the reaction I had after my own spanking.
I found the images fascinating and above all arousing, and when I watched a video I had to masturbate. It was so exciting.
I did not really intend to play with myself while I watched the video. But I was already naked while I sat in front of my computer, since I was spending the weekend nude at my house, and my hand was naturally resting in my lap, and I almost did not notice that I had started touching my pussy. Then once I did, I could not stop myself. I felt wicked to be playing with myself while looking at pornographic websites, but actually it felt great.
I knew that I could not just indulge my fantasies about Mr. Wilson spanking me. I needed a broader understanding of the market. So I made myself look at other images, stories, and videos, not necessarily ones about spanking.
To my amazement I found them as arousing as the spanking stuff. I found myself masturbating to that material as well. Without really meaning to, I discovered I was imagining that it was me in all of those erotic situations: naked and serving powerful men, bound and gagged, performing oral sex and being fucked over and over.
I am a little surprised at my reaction, since previously I have always thought that people into bondage were weird and I certainly never imagined that I might be turned on by thoughts of being submissive. After all, I am aiming to be a powerful executive and I know that men and women are equal. But the thought of being made to strip and service a strong man just turns my mind to jelly. Well, I guess, there is nothing wrong with fantasies.
I am so pleased with myself. I really did some great research this weekend and now I have a better understanding of what makes our customers tick. I cannot wait until tomorrow when I can summarize my new understanding to Mr. Wilson. I just know that he is going to be pleased.
Also I had such a good time doing this research – I had so many orgasms and I am pretty tired, but I feel so indcredibly good, so proud of myself.