Corporate Punishment

Part 4 - Dubai

Erin's excitement was palpable as she reviewed the document she was typing. She paused for a moment, her mind drifting to the last disciplinary session with her boss in Istanbul three months ago. For the first time, he had placed her in charge of her own discipline; it was critical that the request she was drafting met his expectations.

She took a deep breath and continued her work, describing in vivid detail the positions she wanted to be placed in, the implements she desired, and the number of strokes she thought she deserved. She made sure to emphasize her eagerness to please and her desire to impress. As she worked, a flush crept up her neck and spread across her face, mirroring the heat that had begun to build in her core.

She carefully proofread the message, making sure it was professional and respectful, before hitting send. With a shiver of anticipation, she closed her laptop. As she turned her attention to what she would wear, she couldn't help but wonder what her boss would think of her request. Would he be impressed by her boldness, or would he think she was too lenient on herself? Either way, she would make sure that her outfit did not disappoint.

She decided on a cream A-line skirt with an asymmetric hem and a pale blue, silk blouse tied with a bow at the neck. The skirt was mid length, showing just a hint of leg above the top of her stiletto-heeled tan suede ankle boots . The outfit expressed her sense of fashion, but more importantly, she knew it would be perfect for the meeting with her boss.

Time seemed to fly by as she attended the company meetings, networking with colleagues and learning about new developments. But it wasn't until the last evening of the conference that she received the text message she had been waiting for. Her boss wanted to see her in his suite immediately. Her heart raced as she hurried to her room to change into the outfit she had selected for this meeting.

She pulled on a pair of nude hold ups, the silk blouse, and then slipped into the skirt. She stepped into her boots, taking a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror. She felt confident, sexy, and ready.

With a deep breath, she knocked on the door to his suite and entered. Her boss, dressed impeccably in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, turned to face her. The look in his eyes was one of pure approval. "Erin, you look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've been reviewing your request. You've done an excellent job. Please, have a seat."

As she took her seat across from him, she could feel the heat between her legs intensifying. Her heart raced, anticipating what was to come. Her boss leaned back in his chair and studied her for a moment. "I must say, I'm quite impressed with your enthusiasm and initiative. You've certainly given this some thought." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Why don't you tell me more about the specifics of your request?"

Erin took a deep breath and launched into a detailed description of her desires. Her voice shook slightly as she spoke about her eagerness to please and her desire to be disciplined to the fullest extent possible.

As she spoke, her boss listened intently, his expression growing more and more interested. When she finished, he leaned forward in his chair and placed his hands on the desk. "Erin," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "this is an excellent plan. Let's begin."

With that, he stood up and poured himself a bourbon, leaning against the bar indicating that Erin should proceed. Erin reached into her bag and produced a riding crop which she handed to him before standing in the center of the room facing him. She assumed the first position she had asked for, bending at the waist and grasping her ankles, her skirt stretched tight across her buttocks. "Six strokes, please Sir" she asked.

Her boss took the riding crop in his hand and raised it high above her head. The air around her crackled with anticipation as he brought it down across her bottom, the leather making a sharp crack as it connected. Erin gasped at the sting, her body tensing at the impact. "One, Sir" she counted confidently, feeling the heat spread across her cheek.