Corporate Punishment

Part 2 - London

Erin walked from the shower into her walk-in closet, rummaging through her clothes putting together an outfit that would fit with the instructions from her boss. She chose a black leather knee-length skirt, a crisp white shirt with a stiff collar, nude lace-topped hold ups, and black pointed calf leather pumps. It wasn't the most fashion-forward outfit but she had to admit that she did feel quite sexy in it, and she understood why he had chosen it. As she dressed herself, she felt a mixture of anticipation and dread wash over her. She slid the leather riding crop he had given her into her purse, making sure it would be easily accessible when she needed it.

With only a few minutes to spare, Erin raced out of her apartment, barely taking the time to check her appearance in the mirror. She didn't need to. She knew she looked perfect. The only thing left to do was to find out what he had in store for her today. Her heart raced as she imagined his stern voice and sterner expression, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would be pleased with her attire. Or perhaps, she thought with a shiver, he would be focused on something more... punitive.

As she waited, she paced the floor of her office, tugging nervously at her skirt and fidgeting with the riding crop in her purse. The leather handle was cool against her sweaty palm, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins. She sometimes thought about how embarrassing it was, how humiliating to be subjected to his discipline. And yet, there was something about it that made her feel... needed.

Her boss finally arrived, his presence filling the room like a cold winter wind. He took one look at her and smiled approvingly. "You look lovely today, Erin," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "That outfit is perfect for our little meeting." She smiled weakly in response, her heart hammering against her ribcage. "Shall we get started?"

He closed the door and took a seat in front of Erin's desk. "I trust you remember why we are here today," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. Erin swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor. She knew exactly why they were here. But she couldn't help but hope that he might let her off easy. After all, she had been a good girl, hadn't she? She'd dressed exactly as he'd instructed her to. She'd prepared herself for whatever he had in store for her. Surely that deserved some sort of reward, didn't it?

As these thoughts raced through her mind, she felt a tremor of anticipation run through her body. She couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to her. A part of her was terrified, but another part was strangely aroused. It was as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between fear and exhilaration. She forced herself to meet his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Yes, Sir," she said, her voice barely audible. She placed the riding crop on the desk in front of her, "I am here to be disciplined."

Her boss reached out, cupping her chin in his hand. "That's right, Erin." She felt herself blush as he confirmed it. "And remember," he continued, "today, you owe me obedience."

Without further ado, he guided her toward the desk, instructing her to stand with her feet shoulder-width apart. As she turned her back to him and lowered herself over the desk, her heart raced in anticipation.

Her boss began by gently running his hand over the curve of her ass, feeling the softness of her skin beneath the supple leather of her skirt. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan softly. He chuckled darkly before giving her specific instructions:

"Spread your legs wider, Erin," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. She obeyed, spreading her legs wider apart and arching her back slightly, presenting herself to him. "Six strokes to begin with Erin"

Her boss gripped the riding crop firmly, taking a deep breath before bringing it down hard against her leather clad buttocks. The sharp crack of the crop against her skirt made her gasp, and she felt a stinging pain radiate outward from the impact site. He struck her again, this time on the right cheek, and she cried out in pain, her body tensing involuntarily.