J. McKenna: Office Slave

Jack switched the camera and watched as El's right hand crept closer to her groin, finally reaching in and just brushing her slit. He switched back in time to catch Gloria staring at her as if she'd lost her mind.

"Well, I have to go,” El was telling her. “I've got to see Ja-, er, Mr. Sawyer."

Gloria stood there, speechless, as El rose, adjusting her small skirt with as much dignity as she could muster. Then she came to the door connecting the two offices and entered.

Jack flicked off the screen and pushed the drawer back into place.

El seemed grateful to be able to close the door behind her, shutting Gloria out. Jack imagined that Gloria would waste no time in spreading the news about Ellen's bizarre new behavior.

"Yes, sir?” she said, standing by the door.

"You seem to have forgotten the rules of your employment."

El started, taking a step back. Then she immediately began stripping off her clothes. In seconds, she was naked. She came over by Jack's chair and sank to her knees. “How may I help you, master?"

"Knees wider apart. There, that's better.” Jack let her stew for a moment. “Let's take care of this memo to employees, shall we?” He handed her a pad and pen.

She took it, still on her knees, her face blank. He dictated a short note about El's job change without giving any details. He told her to use her “new” name in the release, El Sanchez. She wrote down the information with a shaky hand. Jack could've dashed out the note himself in far less time, but it pleased him to have her be the author of her own demotion notice.

When he was done, he told her to write it up and sent to him for approval. She started to get up, and he stopped her. “I can't very well let you get away with your bad behavior, now can I?"

"B-bad behavior?” To El, no doubt her failures to obey were minor transgressions, easily forgiven. Jack had to let her know where she stood.

"Yes. You called me Jack in front of Gloria. You failed to rub your pussy, even when I reminded you. And you didn't strip immediately upon entering my office."

"S-sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"And then there's the matter of your sloppy shaving job. I guess I'll have to correct that mistake myself, won't I?” He paused. “Unless you want Gloria to do it."

She rocked back onto her heels. “Oh, no, sir! Please. I'd rather you did it."

"You know, of course, that what you'd ‘rather’ have happen is no longer important."

"Um, yes, sir."

Jack thought for a moment. “I'll give you a choice of punishments. You can either work in your office naked for the next two hours, or you can submit to a spanking with my belt."

El looked horrified. “No, Sir! Master! You can't! Please, I beg you,"

"Which is it to be, El?"

Her eyes roamed around, as if looking for an escape. For the first time, Jack believed she was finally realizing what she had gotten herself into. “I'll-I'll take the spanking, sir. Anything but w-work naked in front of anyone walking by! I'd just die!"

He nodded. “Place yourself over the desk.” He stood and removed his belt.

She obeyed warily, spreading herself flat and gripping the far end of the desk as if her life depended on it, her eyes never leaving the belt in his hand. When she was in position, her lovely rounded ass up and ready for him, she suddenly blurted, “Master? May I speak?"

He sighed as if greatly bothered by her interruption. “Yes, what is it?"

"W-won't people hear us? That could prove, um, hard to explain."

Jack pretended to think about it. “Yes, you're right. I'm not so concerned about the slapping of my belt on your ass, but your screams could cause problems. Go get me your top."

She sprang up, as if grateful for the reprieve. It was a short one, however. When she returned with the scrap of cloth, he indicated she should reposition herself. When she had done so, he made her open her mouth and pressed part of the wadded up shirt inside.

"Try not to make too much noise,” he said. She nodded, her eyes wide with shock. He wondered how she was going to explain this to her husband.

He stood back, then let her have a crack with the belt. She screamed into the gag, clearly startled by how hard he struck her. Jack admired the nice red welt it raised on her honey-toned ass. Already sweat was beading up on her forehead and her eyes pleaded with him to stop.

He struck her again, and again, moving the belt around each time to cover all the unmarked areas. He let out some of his anger at her betrayal. He stopped at five, deciding to go easy on her. Jack wasn't surprised to see the spanking had caused her slit to expand. Her juices glistened in the light. Despite her protestations, this seemed to turn her on.

"Okay,” he told her, putting the belt back into the loops on his pants, “that will do for now. If you are disobedient again, I'll have to give you ten strokes."

She shook her head wildly, as if she'd never consider such a thing. Jack leaned down and pulled the top from her mouth. The breath exploded from her. “Oh, master! May I speak?"

"Yes, slut."

"That really hurt! Please, I'll be good. I promise!"

"You'd better be."

She rubbed her ass gingerly and whimpered.

"Now that that's out of the way, I think it's time we took care of your other problems."

"Other problems?"

"Yes. Go bring me the bag you brought from home."

Her eyes flew open as she realized she'd left it on her desk. She grabbed her top and went to the door, stooping to pick up her skirt. Jack's voice stopped her in her tracks. “I didn't say to get dressed first."

She froze, the clothes bunched in her hands. “You-you want me to walk out there n-n-naked?” She couldn't believe it.

"Yes."

She turned and as if on stilts, walked stiff-legged to the door. Jack took the opportunity to open the desk drawer and turn on the main camera. The hallway outside her office was deserted.

El peered through. Jack could see her face appear on the left side of the screen. She checked the corridor through the glass door. When it seemed safe, she bolted through, snatched up the bag and ran back to the safety of Jack's office. He smiled and carefully shut the drawer.

"Here it is, master.” She put the bag on his desk and stood back, waiting. Her obedience seemed much improved.

"Go into my washroom and put on more makeup. I want you to look like a hooker. After you're done, bring me a hot, wet towel and a dry one,” he ordered, opening the bag and handing her the makeup kit. She wiggled her way to the bathroom. Jack grinned at the stripes on her ass. She disappeared inside. It was quiet for several minutes. Then he heard water running. A short time later, she returned. Her face had more rouge and her eyelids were blue. Red lipstick had been slathered on her mouth. He nodded his approval. “That's a good start. It would help if you got some false eyelashes."

He took the dry towel from her, folded it and lay it right at the edge of his desk. “Here. Back up against this, then lean back until your shoulders hit the blotter."

Warily, she obeyed. When she was in place, Jack could see she didn't know what to do with her legs. Letting them hang down assuaged her modesty, but the desk rubbed against her welts. Raising her legs and hooking her heels on the edge of the desk eased her pain, but exposed her private parts directly to his leering gaze.

He watched while she wrestled with the dilemma. Finally, she decided the pain won out over modesty, so she let her heels rest on the desk, splaying her legs wide. Jack nodded in agreement at her decision, then rolled his chair in close. He was sure she could feel his breath on her pussy. It remained wet and slightly open. Her breath was shallow.

"You didn't do too bad on the top, but you missed a lot down here,” he commented, as if he were talking to a barber about a haircut. She blushed red.