Office Sex Slave 2 (m/f Domination Gangbang Erotica)
After Daisy blows a big assignment, her boss teaches her a lesson -- with the help of her coworkers! Can she handle it? Warning: This 3100-word story includes a stern taskmaster, spanking, public humiliation, exhibitionism, public sex, oral sex, anal sex, and gangbanging. Adults only! More
After Daisy blows a big assignment, her boss teaches her a lesson -- with the help of her coworkers! Can she handle it?
Warning: This 3100-word story includes a stern taskmaster, spanking, public humiliation, exhibitionism, public sex, oral sex, anal sex, and gangbanging. Adults only!
He put both hands on the arms of her chair and leaned forward, looming over her, and Daisy’s heart beat faster; even when he was mad at her, he was so sexy. “The truth is, Miss Tucker, you don’t seem to take your job seriously, and now I’m paying for it.”
Daisy frowned, concerned for the first time. He wasn’t going to fire her, was he? If she lost her job, she’d have to give up her weekly mani-pedi and massage, her boutique shopping, maybe even her smartphone. She might have to move back home with her parents. And worst of all, she’d never get another chance to seduce him. “I’m very sorry, sir.”
“Sorry won’t feed the people at that luncheon, Miss Tucker,” he barked at her.
He sounded so angry; she might really be in trouble. “Please, Mr. Rider. I’m really sorry. What can I do?”
“There’s nothing to be done about the luncheon. The question is what’s to be done about you.”
Unexpected tears stung Daisy’s eyes, and she blinked them back. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, sir. Please, don’t fire me. I’ll do anything.”
He regarded her for long moments before releasing her chair and standing up. “Your work conduct, Miss Tucker, has been frivolous, disrespectful, and irresponsible.” Daisy went pale to hear herself described so harshly, and tears threatened again. “Do you dispute my assessment?”
She couldn’t help it this time; one fat tear spilled out of each eye and rolled down her cheeks. “No, sir.”
“The remedy, then—the key to your continued employment here—is for you to become industrious, respectful, and obedient. Would you agree?”
What else could she say? “Yes, sir.”
“The question, then, Miss Tucker, is what you are willing to do to reform your behavior.”
Something in his tone made her [intimate] muscles clench. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “As I said, sir, I’ll do anything you want.”
“Very well. From here on, you will speak only when instructed to do so. Now, follow me.”
Her heart hammering, Daisy followed Mr. Rider down the hall, puzzled when he led her into the company cafeteria. “May I have your attention, please,” he said, and heads turned to look at them. “This is Miss Daisy Tucker, who is going to be disciplined for unsatisfactory job performance.”
Her cheeks blazed as her boss took her by the hand and pulled her along to one end of the room, which had a raised platform used for announcements. Mr. Rider grabbed a chair from against a wall, set it at a right angle to the watching diners, and sat down. Then, in one smooth move, he reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down, hauled her across his lap, and yanked her skirt up out of the way.