WARNING: this short story contains the following.... impact play, bdsm, lesbian love, degradation and orgasm denial.
"Can this day get any worse?" I scoff loudly, looking down at the spilled coffee on my blouse.
I squint my eyes at the culprit who bumped into me. The man was rather large. Baggy jeans and a bright neon orange polo shirt is his awful attire. His pale blue eyes are apologetic as he mumbles multiple apologies.
"Whatever."
I turn my back to him and flag down the barista. "Sorry, but can I have another one of these." I hold up the now empty cup, ignoring my bright red skin from the hot coffee spill.
I tap my foot anxiously as I stare at the clock on the wall. I have less than five minutes to get back to the office on time.
It would take a miraculous miracle to be there on time.
Slower than goddamn molasses, the bored barista hands me the new paper cup of coffee. I throw a few dollars and coins his way before sprinting towards the office.
The paper cup's spout was secured and unopened so the coffee didn't slosh out. My legs burn as I finally catch sight of the office.
A large skyscraper with over fifteen floors is where I worked.
Unfortunately, the very top floor is where this coffee needs to be delivered.
I check my watch and sigh in defeat. "Damn that chubby man."
I'm already two minutes late.
Mistress will not be pleased.
There was no point in wasting all my energy knowing damn well, I need to save it for an upcoming punishment.
After five more minutes, I arrived to the tippy top floor.
Inhaling a deep breath of air, I knock on Mistress' door.
The door is harshly slammed open, surely making a dent in the wall.
"You're late, Jenna."
My head drops, not meeting mistress' eye-line. I stare at her polished black stiletto boots with a grin expression.
"Get in here and in position."
I quickly walk in, flinching as the door is once again slammed shut.
I sit on my knees in the middle of the floor with my head down and arms behind my back.
"Look at me, Jenna." Mistress' voice is no longer vicious, in fact, she coos.
I part my lips when I see with beautiful forest green eyes twinkle with sadistic amusement. Her curvy figure was emphasized with her tight black sweater and matching skinny jeans.
"Do you know how late you are, brat?"
I lick my chapped lips and stare at the clock above her desk. "Seven minutes late, mistress."
She hums, walking slowly towards me. Her office was a spacious area. Window allowed the sunlight to shine in. Except right now the sunshine was on her, making her look like she is glowing.
Her gorgeous light brown skin was glowing. And her wavy ombré locks of hair rested on her shoulders.
"A punishment sounds fair." She tips my chin up higher. "Doesn't it, brat?"
"Y-yes mistress."
"Good. Now strip for me."
I quickly take off my clothes, folding the fabrics like she taught me. Once I'm done I find her holding a bright pink egg-shaped vibrator.
