Corporate Punishment

A trap is set

When he got to his desk the next morning, he had an email that Ms. Wallace had forwarded from Ms. Lawrenceson, thanking him by name again for the presentation. He had to shift in his chair as he read the email, as his cock seemed to be smitten with Ms. Lawrenceson.

It startled him when Ms. Wallace cleared her throat behind him. "Sam, could you please come to my office? You can wait a few minutes to calm down a bit if you would like."

Blushing hard, "Yes ma'am. I'll be there in a couple minutes." She was already walking away from him. This time, she obviously noticed. 'Wait. Did she emphasize the word little?' His cock pulsed again. 'OK Sam. Calm down and relax. You can't keep her waiting either.' After several deep breaths, Sam walked the short distance to her office and knocked on her open door.

"Sam, thank you for coming." Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Please come in and close the door. First, I want to congratulate you on the excellent job you did yesterday." She moved to Sam's side of the desk and leans against it. "I was very pleased with you and you made quite the impression with Whitney." She crossed her legs, pulling her skirt tighter and spreading the slit in it. While it is only in his peripheral vision, the extra exposed flesh takes up most of his concentration. "It seems that she made quite the impression on you too."

Sam blushes and gulps. "I..."

She cut him off with a hand. "I was going to chalk it up to stress and just ask you to control things better in the future. After this morning's," she pauses to look at his crotch, "little display, I think something a bit more is needed. After all, it would make several people uncomfortable to have such... little displays in the office."

Sam blushed harder at the indication that he may be small and it almost seemed that she swallowed another size comment. "I"'m sorry, ma'am. I really don't know what came over me. I normally don't have those types of reactions."

Ms. Wallace smirked at that. "Since I don't think anyone else noticed yesterday. Or if they did, they said nothing to me. I don't think that HR needs to be involved."

Sam tried to relax, but there was a sense of panic in the back of his mind. "Thank you."

"Now I want you to know that if anyone, especially Whitney, came to me about this, then Laura would be here and it would be a completely different conversation."

Sam nods almost eagerly. "Yes ma'am. I understand ma'am"

"So tell me, Sam, what do you feel is a suitable punishment for your displays?"

Sam could feel that she was toying with him, but he couldn't figure out where she was heading. "I'm really sorry, it happened. I can find tutorials online to help me learn how to control that reaction. Train my brain to not let it happen."

Ms. Wallace nods, seeming to think about this. "I guess that is possible, but isn't it your brain what has caused this little issue in the first place?"

Sam nods slightly. 'There she goes with that word little again.' "Yes, I guess it is. I could wear tighter underwear to create more of a physical barrier." Sam sees her eyes light up.

"Yes, a physical barrier, that would work." She taps her bleached white teeth with a perfectly manicured dark red nail as she thinks. "They make underwear of fabric which stretches as needed."

Sam unconsciously nods.