Punished

by Tina Majors

  The car was handling well and on a clearer road it really did have good performance that was actually tangible to the driver rather than the good performance that is demonstrated by a load of abstract, intangible statistics to do with revs per second, miles to the gallon, suspension flex and so on and so forth.

  I heard my phone make the alert sound I had set up when a message came through from someone in the office.

  The reason I had done this was primarily so that I could ignore the message if it was outside of work hours, and sometimes even during work hours if the mood took me.

  Well, I supposed it was currently work hours and the road was clear enough for me to have a quick sneak peek at the message so I picked up the phone that was resting in the little storage area in front of the manual gear stick.

  As expected, it was a message from work, some colleague who I barely knew let alone spent time with who always took it upon themselves to message everyone with various updates whether they were relevant to them or not. Well, the message said that the meeting this morning was to announce a new boss and it was going ahead even if people were late.

  The message sounded quite serious and lacked the jovial, if irritating tone, that usually accompanied this person’s communications.

  I did wonder for a moment about that but then couldn’t be bothered to waste my time thinking about work for a moment longer than I had to, especially seeing as I wasn’t even at work yet.

  I put the phone back down and continued to drive.

  So what if I’m late and miss some big announcement, they can always update me later, not that I care? I thought.

  I pressed a little on the accelerator and made a mental note to not miss my turn off, something that I had done previously and more than once.

  I changed my mind and eased off the accelerator, something told me, a nagging feeling, that I was already late enough as it was.

  **

  Finally, I arrived at work, parked the car and made my way inside.

  To my surprise, I saw that my desk had been cleared.

  Weird or what.

  I looked around and asked a colleague where my stuff was, only to be informed that I needed to see the new boss up on the top floor.

  I walked into the CEO’s office on the top floor and was greeted by Ashely. Ashley was a woman in his late thirties, standing at six foot in heels, she was impeccably made up and was wearing an incredibly expensive looking suit that accentuates her magnificent curves.

  “I just want to ask where my stuff is?” I said, trying not to ogle my new boss.

  Ashley just laughed and presented me with a piece of paper, headed: NEW CONTRACT.

  “Read this out loud for me, boy,” She said, grinning, her voluptuous breasts jiggling subtly underneath her white blouse.

  I was taken aback but so entranced by my new boss that I began to read. And it went like this:

  I do accept the new conditions of my work at this business and they are as follows. I am now under the direct command of the new CEO Ashely Power and will report to her directly. I will do exactly and unquestioningly as I am told. I will submit myself for punishment, to be decided by Ashley, if my work is not deemed to be of high enough standard. I will accept said punishment with as much dignity as is possible. I will comply with the new male work uniform and clothing policy unfailingly, failure to do so being a matter of punishment and potentially dismissal…

  I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

  My voice began to tremble and I was slipping over words.

  I could feel my dick hardening in my pants, making it even harder to read this mission statement that masqueraded as my new work contract.

  This couldn’t be serious?

  “Stop!” Ashely bellowed. “Show some respect to your workplace culture and read the contract slowly, clearly, and look at me in the eye as you do.”

  I looked at Ashley and felt like my dick might lose control at any moment and explode a hot blast of cum.

  Her legs were so long and powerful at the thigh, I could see that there was a definite full curve of booty inside her suit trousers too.

  I made a feeble attempt to continue reading.

  My uniform will consist of a rotating selection of panties of all colours and different cuts…

  I was losing control, visibly excited and stuttering now.

  Ashley walked over to me and grabbed me by the ear, pulling me over to her desk.

  “Too late, time for your first punishment,” She said.

  I felt her power as she roughly bent me over her large mahogany desk. She yanked my trousers and underpants down in one swift movement and began spanking me for what seemed like it would go on forever.

  With each spank I was forced to repeat her command, each command more humiliating than the last.

  I am your subject

  Spank me again, I deserve it

  My bottom is yours to do with as you please

  Punish me until I am ready to try again

  One more spank please Miss

  And so on and so forth.

  All the time, and despite the pain, I felt my erect cock rubbing on the table leg, straining, humping, desperate to cum. Ashley must have noticed this and pulled me up by my hair.

  “Don’t ever do that again you little worm,” She said. “How dare you attempt to get yourself off on my property. It’s not even a proper dick, is it? What shall we call it, your little clitty maybe? Was my personal office boy trying to make his little bouncing sissy clitty squirt was he? Answer me!”

  “No, I mean yes, I mean no, I mean sorry…,” I said, utterly humiliated but still totally turned on by what was happening.

  It was then that Ashley grabbed my cock and squeezed it in a pulsing motion for ten seconds or so. It was an incredible feeling, this statuesque Amazonian goddess in total control of me, using me entirely for her pleasure.

  I was terrified and turned on beyond belief.

  I began to feel myself near the point of cumming.

  “Don’t you dare!” Ashely bellowed, her educated voice and air of authority, combined with the hard slaps she began administering to my cock delaying the cum explosion that had seemed inevitable only moments earlier.

  “You will cum only when I say, you will cum only where I say, and that’s if I let you cum at all,” she said. “I hope that is understood. Now, I want you to have another attempt at finishing off reading your contract. After all, if you are to stay working here you will need to know and accept every aspect of it. Any more slip ups will be punished, and this time it won’t just be a fast spanking you’ll get. Now, go…”

  I picked up the contract from the floor and began to read it out loud again. It was a strange feeling, but I wanted to read it well to impress her, to make her satisfied with me, rather than just out of fear of losing my job.

  I continued:

  As well as panties, I will be required to have ready a bright pink bikini two piece set, a high cut thong leotard, and a classic slutty schoolgirl outfit ready to wear at any time as is required. The punishments Ashley applies to me will be entirely at her discretion, but they will include, although not be limited to the following: spanking with the hand, slipper, or other object on my pantied or naked bottom, butt plugs, vibrating dildos, wedgies, verbal humiliation, humiliating poses, office exposure, public exposure, stripping on demand, and servicing any need that Ashley may have at any moment. In addition, Ashley may delegate punishment duties to other staff members at her discretion and if it is part of a personal management development plan.

  “Good,” Ashely said. “I can see that there is at least some willingness to commit to your new situation. And of course it’s not all about punishment. For completing that reading to an adequate standard I will allow you to present your lips and tongue to my bottom. Would you like that little slut?”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  My mind was whirring and I almost felt like I was going to pass out.

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�Dear me, you’re probably a virgin in a total state of shock,” She said. “I’ll make it easy for you. Get on your hands and knees, crawl over her, and kneel up like a dog begging for food.”

  Ashley was clearly enjoying this, knowing full well that she had me under her control from now until as long as she wanted.

  I crawled over on my hands and knees and sat up to an incredible sight.

  Her trousers already pulled down to reveal a bouncing, jiggling, powerful bottom, she bent over only inches from my face to pull down her lime green lacy panties.

  “As I can see, you are clearly enjoying this,” Ashely said with a controlled air of authority. “Now, what you will do for me is show me how much you love working for your new boss. I want you to demonstrate to my ass cheeks, and then to my perfect little asshole, how much you want to serve me and be the best employee you can be going forward,” she continued, her hands caressing and pulling on her nipples which she had now taken out of the front of her unbuttoned shirt.

  I was speechless.

  “Now get to work on your Queen’s derriere, slut,” she laughed.

  I knew I had to impress her, and the weird thing was that I actually wanted her to be impressed by my performance, I felt like I wanted to serve her and make her happy with me.

  This was nothing to do with keeping my job, although that was also essential in real terms, but this was about serving my new boss.

  I began by softly planting kisses across both of her cheeks, pressing my face into her flesh as I did. I then prised open her cheeks and took a moment to take in her puckered asshole. I began licking and flicking on its surface, taking in the salty, sweaty taste.

  Then I felt Ashely press her hole on my tongue, indicating that it was time for me to push my hard tongue into her whole.

  I began working up the pace and pushing in and out, encourage by her pushing back and also reaching around with her hands to press my face in as deep as possible.

  As we continued, I could hear muffled moans and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction that I was pleasing my boss, my mistress, my queen.

  “Right, that’s enough for now, you’ll complete my orgasm later,” She said. “But one thing came to my attention. Despite that being a decent attempt at pleasuring and worshipping my grand bottom, I noticed that you didn’t provide me with any verbal worship. I mean, how hard would it have been to remove your tongue from my asshole once or twice and told me how much you were enjoying the process?”

  I didn’t know what to say, I was totally intimidated in her presence.

  Ashley slapped me across the face.

  “Well, it’s not good enough and if we’re starting as we mean to go along then I will punish you for this as a way of learning and education,” She declared. “What you’re going to do now is debase yourself for my pleasure. You’re going to climb up on my desk, lie on your back and get those legs right up in the air. I want to see that little dicklet pointing at your face. Good, get up on that table. Quicker!”

  I was lying on the table, my asshole totally exposed, my throbbing dick pointing directly into my face.

  “Now, I’m going to film you as I insert this little pink dildo in your bottom and then you jerk that little piece of string until it shoots cummies all over your face and mouth,” Ashley commanded. “Got it?”

  “Yes, Miss Ashley,” I replied.

  I knew it was pointless trying to resist.

  “Good,” she said. “And of course, if I decide to show this to the ambitious women in the office as part of their management training then you will probably have to come in and do a repeat performance of course. Now, take it, take the dildo and be grateful it’s a small one. Come on, jerk that little thing. You sissy. Look at you, beta male wanking is such a sad sight I must say. Tiny dicked loser. Wimp. Sissy wimp slut! Oooooooooh! Look at that! The sissy has exploded! Go, on, get it all over that face, into that mouth!”

  Ashely was finding this hilariously funny, moving her camera close to my face to record the hot cum splashing onto it.

  I was exhausted, totally spent. I lay on her table with the dildo packed into my bottom, my dick still hard, cum all over my face and in my mouth.

  “Now, for the camera: do you accept your position as my employee and agree to all terms and conditions?” Ashely said, not so much asking as ordering.

  “Yes, yes I do, all conditions,” I said.

  “Good, now come to me, nuzzle into my boobies you little baby dick,” she said, laughing, a look of pity and control all over her face.

  Ashley picked me up like a baby, let me briefly suckle on her nipples, and put me down on the floor.

  As I lay there, I looked up her magnificent calves, her power thighs, her neatly shaved vagina. She explained to me that this was only the beginning, that my journey would be one with ups and downs, pain and pleasure, but one that would be truly unforgettable.

  If this was anything to go by, she was one hundred percent right.

  **

  I approached the roundabout and made sure I was in the right lane with enough time to spare. I read an article once that claimed that the most stressful situation, including crashing believe it or not, that drivers found themselves in was when approaching and then navigating an exit from roundabouts.

  Well as made up as that might sound, I could totally believe it.

  The amount of times I’ve had to switch lanes before, during, and worst of all at the end of a roundabout would be too numerous to put any kind of remotely accurate figure on.

  Suffice to say, roundabout aren’t my thing and I wish there was some kind of alternative. Ideally I would never use them, but how realistic is that?

  Perhaps the answer will come through the emergence of self-driving cars?

  Yes, it’s a few years off but imagine a world where robotic cars take the stress of indicating, choosing the right exit and so on. Sure they may be a few teething problems or even fatalities, but surely less than there is for as long as humans are left in sole charge of driving.

  I suppose there are a lot of factors to consider in how to roll out this kind of technology safely and with as little disruption as possible, but progress is progress and ultimately anything that reduces the likelihood of fatal human error can’t be argued with.

  Another factor to think about would be whether self-driving cars would enable individuals to enjoy a little drink before getting in their cars? A lot to consider, for example would the driver have to be under the legal alcohol limit in order to be able to assume control in the unlikely but still possible even that the car’s electronic system failed?

  Big question when you think about it.

  Anyway, I’m going off tack there.

  As I say, I approached the roundabout and navigated it all fairly smoothly and took the correct exit to the out of town shopping centre I had chosen to do my shopping.

  I pulled up to the exit for the car park and indicated before taking my turn.

  The car park was pretty busy looking, I’d estimate it was operating at about forty to fifty percent capacity. Not being a huge fan of parking as I found it difficult to align the front of the car in tight pull-ins, I decided to drive to the further reaches of the car park where I would have no problem, or so you would think, placing my car in one of the many available spots.

  Having found a spot and parked up, I took a moment to consider how I would approach this situation, what my plan would be for the shop.

  I hadn’t even taken my seatbelt off or turned the engine off and already my mind was focusing on the task ahead.

  Well, anyway, I turned the engine off and removed my seatbelt.

  I remained seated and looked into my rear view mirror, instinct and muscle memory I guess, and saw the many people wheeling their trolleys up to their cars and unpacking their shopping hauls. Some people were clearly shopping for a large contingent at home and were buying staple goods in bulk.

  Have you ever seen a super-sized box of cornflakes?

  It’
s quite remarkable and would take a single person months to complete but seemingly a lot less time for a family that included a brood of permanently ravenous children!

  Others were unloading trolleys packed with alcohol.

  No judgement from me, good on them if that’s how they rolled, I thought.

  I had made the decision to cut down on my alcohol consumption because I felt it often left me feeling a bit glum – and technically, alcohol is a depressant so that makes sense when you think about it logically. I was now happy to drink alcohol on an infrequent basis and had learned how to control my intake too, which prevented any embarrassing faux pas or other booze induced incidents.

  I looked at my watch and realised that I better get a hurry on. I opened the car door and got out and began walking towards the large supermarket.

  **

  I walked into the mobile phone retail outlet and was adamant in my belief that I would not get swept up in any sales talk and end up buying something that I did not require, something that would no doubt come with a punishingly long contract and involve a tariff that was close to the gross domestic product (GDP) of a small developing country.

  All I needed was a new phone for my situation that would allow me to receive messages, make calls, and have the ability to take and receive photos.

  Oh, and be able to access the internet.

  So I walked over to the bargain area of the shop and began perusing the handsets on offer. What struck me and got me thinking was how much mobile phone technology had moved on in the last ten years.

  I recalled my first mobile and how it was only able to store twenty text messages.