Corporate Punishment

Caught with pic

Monday starts like any of his now normal days. Mid-morning Macy calls him into her office. She points to a chair, and he waits until she is finished with whatever she is typing. She gets up and walks around her desk, leaning against it in front of him. "Sam, I want to say again how much it means to me you decided to stay under my tutelage. That being said, since we both know you have a little problem controlling some reactions and I'm here to help you, I feel it is justified for me to make sure that you haven't fallen behind in your lessons." She holds out her hand. "Please unlock and hand me your phone." Without thinking, Sam hands over his unlocked phone. Macy leans back a little further, placing one heel on the seat of his chair, the tip less than an inch from his crotch as she searches through his phone. Suddenly she stops. "Sam, what is this?" She turns the phone so that the pic that Tiffany's friends sent is visible. "I really don't want to know. From the looks of it our receptionist has had a few interactions with you, but I doubt she is the one who took this picture. She even asked you to delete it, but it is still here. I would bet..." She spins the phone around and finds where he saved the image. "Sam, I'm very disappointed in you. It is only slightly better that I found out about this before her." She removes her foot and leans close. "I bet you stroked that little dick of yours, thinking about how sweet and vulnerable she is in this picture. Tell me Sam, is that cage feeling a little extra tight right now, knowing I caught your perverted and deviant behavior?"

Sam swallows and nods, his mind mostly blank because of her breath on his ear and being enveloped in her perfume.

She leans back against her desk again, her foot back on the seat. Sam can't help but to feel like the toe of the shoe is pointing at his straining member. His focus then shifts to the way her skirt is riding up, exposing the tops of her stockings. He bites back a whimper as his cock presses harder against the steel. Macy pretends not to notice as she taps on his phone, sending the image of Tiffany to a secure cloud account. "Sam, I assume you understand that this means that I need to discipline you. By the end of the day, I want you to hand the key over to me. I'm not completely cruel, so before I leave the office on Friday, I'll hand it back to you."

Sam's eyes widened. "What? Please, no."

"Well, I know you can wear it all week, because you did it for the work trip. So other than not being able to stroke to pictures of your coworkers, what objections do you have?"

"I go to the gym several days a week. Someone in the locker room may see it."

"Well, if someone is looking at your crotch in the locker room, you may have some other concerns. If you are worried about someone seeing the bulge from it. Maybe you can get their number, even if it is under false pretenses. Any other objections?"

Knowing that he couldn't find an argument that would reverse this, Sam hangs his head, shaking it.

"Good. You know what is expected of you then. You are dismissed."

As Sam headed out to lunch, he dropped the key off on Marcy's desk.

Distracted by the lack of the key, Sam leaves the office later than normal so that he can complete his tasks for the day. He is surprised to see Tiffany still sitting at the receptionist desk. The look of relief on her face was clear. "Good, I was afraid I missed you. Did you delete that pic?"

"Of course I did." Sam unlocks and hands her his phone. "Do you want to double check?" Sam is happy that he deleted the pic from his phone during lunch as she checks a few applications.

"Thanks. Not that I don't trust you, but it was just so embarrassing."

"No problem. I understand."

Tiffany blushes. "I need to run. I'll talk to you later." She picks up her purse and heads out the door before Sam knows how to respond.