The happy couple

Part nine

I didn't talk to her again until that evening. She admitted then that it had been an incredible orgasm and that the prospect of possible public humiliation heightened it even more. I had suspected as much, but wanted to hear it from her own mouth, not only for my benefit, but also for hers.

I didn't call her the next day at work as I wanted to keep her off balance - never knowing what I was going to have her do next. When I did call the following day around the same time, I could hear the nervous anticipation in her voice. When I began the conversation with, "how are we doing today slut?" She knew something was going to happen.

"Fine Sir," she quietly replied.

"Is your office door closed?" I asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Take your panties and bra off and place them in your garbage can. Make sure they are on top. Don't go burying them on me," I ordered.

"What? Here?" she asked.

"Would you rather I have you open the door to your office first?" I ask pointedly.

"No Sir, it's just..." she began.

"Are you arguing with me slut? Shall I make the punishment worse?" I asked.

"No Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I'll do it," she hastily replied.

Putting the handset down on the desk, I could hear her begin to shuffle with her clothing as she pulled her panties down from under very short skirt, which I had told her last night to wear today. She then pulled her bra off from under her white blouse and placed both on top of her wastebasket, knowing the janitor would get quite the surprise that night when he emptied the trash cans.

Finally she picked the handset back up again and said, "it's done Sir."

"Very good slut. From now on, you will not be wearing underwear to work. You will also only wear skirts that are not longer or baggier than the one you are wearing today. As well, you will only wear blouses for tops. Nothing else," I emphasized.

"Yes Sir," she replied meekly, but I could also hear the note of excitement in her voice as she said it.