Sally figured she must have misunderstood the words of her boss. Giving him a puzzled frown, she stood in front of his big oak desk and waited for him to say something like: It's okay, Sally, I was only joking. But his face looked deadly serious, his chubby features turning pink with rage as he rose from his seat. Patches of sweat showed through his shirt underarms and his belly wobbled grotesquely.
"Well?" he growled. "Are you deaf, or what?"
Sally frowned again, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. She had no idea how to respond to Mr Chard, for he was her boss and this was her first day as a secretary in his office. It was Monday afternoon, and he was angry about a small error that she had made on a spreadsheet. Standing behind his desk he looked huge and fat and threatening, his bald head making him look particularly thuggish and brutal. Sally began to feel rather scared, her fingers fidgeting with her pink blouse and with the creases in her short black skirt.
"Well?" the boss repeated. "What are you waiting for?"
"P-p-lease, Mr Chard," she stuttered. "I'm so sorry for making a mistake in the company accounts. But it's my first day, and I'm still finding my way around the office. I promise to....."
"Just obey my command," the boss interrupted gruffly, walking around to the front of the desk, where his looming bulk towered over Sally. He was sixty-two and extremely overweight, his unhealthy appearance contrasting sharply with the bright vitality of his vivacious young employee, whose petite figure and smart attire contrasted sharply with his shambling obesity. Sally's beauty and youthful grace made her employer seem even more repulsive and disheveled.
"What command, Mr Chard?" she inquired. "Surely you weren't serious when you told me to....."
"Take off your skirt," he said. "Then bend over and touch your toes."
"Please don't humiliate me, sir," Sally protested. "I'm only eighteen."
"Just do it!"
"But why, Mr Chard?"
"Company rules, girl," came the reply. "Now, hurry up and take off that little black skirt."
Sally hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip anxiously, before slowly unzipping the skirt and slipping it down her smooth legs. Stepping out of the garment she took a pace forward and bent over, her supple body allowing her to touch her toes with ease. Her pink blouse rode up at the back, climbing past her slender waist to reveal her neat round bottom. Her shapely teenage buttocks were neatly outlined in tight-fitting bikini briefs.
"White cotton panties," Chard observed, licking sweat from his fat lips as he walked around to stand behind the stooping girl. "Very nice indeed!"
"What are you doing, sir?" asked Sally, peering past her dangling blonde tresses to see the obese old man pick a thin bamboo cane from a shelf on the wall. "Surely you're not allowed to beat your employees?"
"I'm the company boss," he replied, flexing the cane between his enormous hands as he stepped a few paces behind Sally. "I can do whatever I like."
For a while he leered at the pleasant vision of her gorgeous young ass, its ripe buns deliciously presented in skimpy white cotton underwear. His eyes crawled down the enticing groove of her derriere to the place where her panties curved beneath her body at the apex of her thighs. There he discerned the shape of her crotch, or rather the rear part of her vaginal mound. A flicker of remorse made him feel bad about punishing such a beautiful young girl, but the feeling quickly passed, and he raised his arm to swing the first stroke.
Sally heard a whistling sound, then a loud crack! as the cane came down on her bottom, striking across both buttocks. She squealed, her body tensing in pain, a stripe of fire burning on her ass-cheeks. She was surprised that her underwear seemed to offer hardly any protection. Her boss, however, was not surprised at all. He could see how flimsy the panties became as the thin white material stretched tightly across the girl's upraised backside.
The second stroke of the cane smacked down on Sally's left buttock, bringing another squeal from her throat. Through clenched teeth she gasped and huffed, biting against the searing discomfort that made her bottom wiggle. The third stroke lashed across her right buttock, making her whimper in pain.
"Please stop, sir!" she begged desperately. "It hurts so much!"
Chard grinned as he wiped sweat from his blubbery face. His eyes leered at the teenager's gently swaying derriere, admiring the shapely curves which seemed delectably emphasized by the skimpy style of her underwear.
"The choice is yours," he replied breathlessly, tapping her bottom with the tip of the cane. "If your sweet young ass cannot endure a beating, then your soft pink mouth must make an appropriate sacrifice. Choose swiftly, or the cane will strike again."
Sally rose up and turned around to face her boss. She saw the bulge in the crotch of his trousers and her heart quailed. She knew what he wanted her to do with her mouth but the thought of performing the deed filled her with revulsion. Then she looked at the cane, which Chard flicked menacingly against his leg as he smiled at her distress. Sally sighed, wondering which of the two hideous options she should take. It was indeed a very difficult choice.
After a moment of silence she tossed her blonde hair behind her shoulders and inhaled deeply. As her lungs filled with air her pert bosom thrust outward. The firm globes of her breasts swelled in the lace cups of her bra, which in turn pushed against the silky fabric of her pink blouse. Chard lowered his gaze to her chest, licking his lips as he feasted on the vision of her youthful beauty.
"Have you chosen your fate?" he inquired eagerly.
Sally nodded, taking another deep breath as she knelt on the floor at his feet. Her face drew level with his loins, and her bright blue eyes blinked in trepidation as he slowly unzipped his trousers. A quick rummage of his chubby fingers released his huge stiff cock. The engorged shaft bobbed in front of Sally's face, the shiny purple tip touching her chin.
"Open your mouth," Chard commanded gruffly.
The blonde teenager obeyed quickly, though nervously. Her soft lips enveloped the head of her employer's penis, enclosing it in a cavern of wetness and warmth. Her tongue swirled along the underside of the shaft, bringing an appreciative growl from the obese man, while her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck tenderly.
"Hell, you're good at this!" Chard hissed, grabbing her face between his huge sweaty hands. "I reckon you've done this before, to some lucky young dude."
Sally gave no response, but the pace of her licking and sucking steadily increased. Soon, the rapid back-and-forth movement of her mouth led her depraved boss to the brink of a mighty orgasm. His grip on her face tightened, making her wince in pain, but she courageously resumed her task until Chard finally ejaculated. With a tirade of grunts and snarls, he squirted the juice of his balls down his young employee's throat. Sally retched at the choking jets of semen, but she dutifully swallowed every drop.
"Sexy little slut!" he gasped, pushing her away. A thread of cock-juice trailed from the tip of his softening tool as he shoved it back inside his trousers. "That was the best cock-suck I've had from any woman at this company. I look forward to a repeat performance sometime. How does that sound to you?"
"No thanks, sir," she replied. "Next time, I might choose to be caned severely. A beating is far less humiliating, despite the pain."
Chard gave a sly smile and said: "If you suck my penis every Monday, I will definitely recommend you for instant promotion. But, if you refuse to give me oral sex, I will ensure that your ass gets caned every Friday. As usual, the choice is yours, unless you decide to get a job somewhere else."
"I'm staying right here," Sally answered defiantly, reaching down to pick her black skirt off the floor. "This job is too precious to give up easily. If I left, my only option would be to work at a grocery store checkout. I don't have any qualifications."
"Well, I guess your lips must wrap around my prick next Monday, and all the Mondays after," Chard said smugly. "Or, is your cute little ass tough enough to take the cane every Friday?"
"I have not yet decided, sir," Sally replied, zipping the short skirt tightly on her hip.
"If you don't choose soon, I might punish you anyway, for being indecisive."
Sally snorted in disgust, having noticed a renewed erection bulging in Chard's trousers. "You're a nasty, horrible, fat old man," she said. "I should report you to the authorities."
"But you won't," he sneered. "You need this job too much."
Sally nodded. "Can I go home now, please? It's four-thirty already."
"Of course," Chard answered, slapping her bottom as she turned around. "Off you go, little lady. Go home and make your decision. But make sure you wear a more appropriate style of skirt when you come into work tomorrow."
"A longer hem?" Sally queried, glancing back as she went to the door.
"No," Chard replied. "Three inches shorter."
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