I sent her an email.
I sent her an email explaining why I had needed her report on time this week to take to the Directors. To explain why this weeks report had been so important – both for her and for me. To explain that I now felt humiliated and embarrassed at having to explain to the Directors that I had not had her report on time and now I would not be able to complete as requested this week.
She would need to stay after 5pm. Wait until all of the others in the office had left and then approach my door. She was to knock twice and wait. I would keep her waiting until I had cleared the desk – relishing the now quiet of the outside office. When I call her to enter the room she was to open her blouse to the waist band of her skirt and to stand in front of me. Taking a steel ruler from my walnut desk drawer I will slap her hard across the underside of each of her breasts. She is not to pout. If she does pout I will slap them again – this time across the full curve of her breast. Her skin stinging, but protected by the fabric of her bra I am sure she will feel uncomfortable, but relieved. I know she will relax and start to button her blouse again and I will switch at her hands and demand she removes her bra – if she refuses, which I am sure she will, I will stand and tear at her straps, wrenching them down her shoulders so her breasts are exposed and naked, my nails raking down her flesh as I am vicious and uncaring.
I know she will catch her breath, understanding that is she moves I will do worse, much worse as I have done before. She will be unsure as to how far I will go, how far I will force her, so she will bite her lip and stand as still as possible.
Standing in front of her I will slap at her nipples with the steel rule, hard, harder as I see them stiffen, harder still as I can see them redden and I can see tears springing to the corners of her eyes. She will try to pull back as her skin stings from the blows and I will grasp her hair and pull her close to me, crushing her breast in my hand, pinching her nipple hard. She will cry out and I will pull her head back by the hair close at the back of her neck and smear my own glossy lipsticked mouth across her throat and encircle her sore nipple with my mouth. Sucking at one breast, her head held firmly in my other fist she will be unable to pull away. She will not want to pull away. She will part her legs, slightly. Imperceptibly. I will feel her skirt pull tighter across her thighs. imperceptibly. I will feel the change in her breathing as she tries to hold back her moans. Imperceptibly.
‘I am sorry’ she will say quietly, quickly, almost under her breath.
‘I am sure you are. You are sorry?’
‘Mistress’ she adds. Imperceptibly. As we have agreed she will after 5pm. And I will feel her thighs start to shake slightly
‘I am sorry’ she will say, faster and louder this time as I start to mouth her nipple, licking at her, flicking my tongue where I have slapped and whipped, her head still held firmly back my other hand now on her arse, my fingers digging in to her fleshy rump. She will gasp as my wet mouth slips from her nipple and I kiss the redness of the skin on her breast and my fingers search out the slit in the back of her skirt. She will start to push her arse against my hand reaching down her skirt and I will pinch at the inside of her thighs.
‘Stop’ I will say brutally and still pulling her hair I will force her face down over the desk behind me. Pushing her face hard into the desk I roughly pull her skirt up over the round of her arse and tear her tights down.
‘Do not move’
‘No Mistress’ I can barely hear her words coming from the wood of the desk
Cheeks now high I step back to admire them. Her arse, open and naked for me. Rounded, soft, pale, velvet, smooth, fleshy. She will part her legs for me so I can see her cunt. Try to entice me. Try to stop what she knows is inevitable. Try to encourage what she knows is inevitable. I will almost want to leave her there – so be humiliated as I was by the Directors, her embarrassment growing with each moment that I just stand and look at her bare naked fleshy arse. She will start to swallow her cries from frustration at wanting to feel the steel and knowing that if she moves I will whip her all the harder when we get home. I know her cunt will be wet, aching.
‘Never. Be. Late. Again.’ I whip her hard with the steel of the ruler. Each stroke leaving a welt across her pale skin. Four red stripes across her pale white arse. Each stroke will cause her to cry out, her hands clenching against the sides of the desk. After each stroke her arse rising just a little higher. Imperceptibly.
And then I will turn and leave her there. Naked and face down on the desk. I will walk out of the door and leave her there.
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