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Called to Her Office: Becoming My Boss's Boytoy (Femdom, Discipline, Spanking)
Called to Her Office: Becoming My Boss's Boytoy (Femdom, Discipline, Spanking)
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He has been yearning for his boss's attention, but he didn't expect this …
Chris has never been outgoing around his coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that he begins to regret his isolation in the work place. For weeks he silently hungers for Ms. Reese's attention, until he is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Veronica Reese has been painfully aware of Chris's desire for her attention, and she intends to punish him for the inappropriate means he has employed to distract her from her professional duties.
Excerpt:
"Sit," she instructed, indicating one of the soft-cushioned couches against the far wall.
Obediently I took a place against the arm-rest and watched her pour herself a glass of wine from the bar against the wall.
"I'm sure you can imagine how I've been wanting to dig my fingers into you for these past two weeks now," she said, turning back to me and sipping from her glass. "Dear lord, the way you've been tempting me. And the way you've been dressing. It's been absolute torture. I hope you know you'll pay for that."
"I - me?" I asked, taken aback by the sudden change in her tone.
"Those tight pants. The shirts just a little open at the collar. At first it was all very conservative, wasn't it? But every passing day you insisted on upping the stakes. I never thought a man could be so quiet despite the fact he spent all his time screaming for me to pull him into a closet."
I playing nervously with the cloth of one such pair of pants. In retrospect, I had to concede that my unspoken hunger for her attention had begun to affect my wardrobe choices in an undeniable way. Had it been so obvious, when even I did not realize it was happening?
"You could have come to me on the very first day and I would have fucked you on my desk without a second thought. But instead, you wanted to make it difficult. You wanted to flit around, quiet and shy, being a bit more obvious each day until you'd made me absolutely crazy. I don't think that was very fair." She gestured at me with her drink. "And even at this moment, there you stand: playing innocent and impossibly sexy. You're even swelling up a little as I say this. How am I supposed to behave professionally?"
I looked down and saw that she was right. My cock was becoming semi-erect and pushing out against the crotch of my pants. Mortified, I moved my hands to cover its obvious silhouette.
"Oh stop that," she said. "It's much too late for that now."
Blushing a color that must have been more purple than red, I lowered my hands and watched her expectantly.
"That insolent sexuality," she was saying. "It makes me want to spank you until you're red, for having the temerity to make me as crazy as you've made me." She set her drink down on the mantle. "But punishing you for being sexy sets a bad precedent, doesn't it? I can't deny that it does. So we'll have to find something else, won't we?"
Chris has never been outgoing around his coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that he begins to regret his isolation in the work place. For weeks he silently hungers for Ms. Reese's attention, until he is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Veronica Reese has been painfully aware of Chris's desire for her attention, and she intends to punish him for the inappropriate means he has employed to distract her from her professional duties.
Excerpt:
"Sit," she instructed, indicating one of the soft-cushioned couches against the far wall.
Obediently I took a place against the arm-rest and watched her pour herself a glass of wine from the bar against the wall.
"I'm sure you can imagine how I've been wanting to dig my fingers into you for these past two weeks now," she said, turning back to me and sipping from her glass. "Dear lord, the way you've been tempting me. And the way you've been dressing. It's been absolute torture. I hope you know you'll pay for that."
"I - me?" I asked, taken aback by the sudden change in her tone.
"Those tight pants. The shirts just a little open at the collar. At first it was all very conservative, wasn't it? But every passing day you insisted on upping the stakes. I never thought a man could be so quiet despite the fact he spent all his time screaming for me to pull him into a closet."
I playing nervously with the cloth of one such pair of pants. In retrospect, I had to concede that my unspoken hunger for her attention had begun to affect my wardrobe choices in an undeniable way. Had it been so obvious, when even I did not realize it was happening?
"You could have come to me on the very first day and I would have fucked you on my desk without a second thought. But instead, you wanted to make it difficult. You wanted to flit around, quiet and shy, being a bit more obvious each day until you'd made me absolutely crazy. I don't think that was very fair." She gestured at me with her drink. "And even at this moment, there you stand: playing innocent and impossibly sexy. You're even swelling up a little as I say this. How am I supposed to behave professionally?"
I looked down and saw that she was right. My cock was becoming semi-erect and pushing out against the crotch of my pants. Mortified, I moved my hands to cover its obvious silhouette.
"Oh stop that," she said. "It's much too late for that now."
Blushing a color that must have been more purple than red, I lowered my hands and watched her expectantly.
"That insolent sexuality," she was saying. "It makes me want to spank you until you're red, for having the temerity to make me as crazy as you've made me." She set her drink down on the mantle. "But punishing you for being sexy sets a bad precedent, doesn't it? I can't deny that it does. So we'll have to find something else, won't we?"
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