The following is a more-or-less true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.
Rosalie H stuck her hand down the front of her pants and twiddled her twat. A small smile on her face, that’s how she thought of it – twiddling, and although she usually didn’t think of her sex as her twat, she kind of liked the alliteration of it all as she rubbed up and down and around and around – twiddling. The naughtiness of it all made her lightheaded. Not that twiddling one’s twat was intrinsically that naughty – no, she was far too comfortable with her sexual outlook and appetites for that – it was the cubicles around her, the computer glowing in front of her, the blinking phone at her desk, that made it so taboo and therefore so exciting. She would come quietly she told herself. Even though there’s no one else here she thought – she worked in tech support for a local ISP and it was after nine at night – I promise this will be a very, very quiet one. She rubbed a bit faster and then pulled her fingers out to smell herself. The smell turned into a taste and then her fingers were making their way back down, under the elastic of her panties and past the soft downy pubes and into the very wet and very hot slit of her sex. The engorged clitoris loved the middle finger. Fucked the middle finger, rising up to meet her lover, not caring that this most practical and pragmatic of pseudo phalluses contained no seed, no explosion of ejaculate and would get nothing out of the encounter save for a musky and wet covering of pussy juice. No, the clitoris was selfish that way. Rosalie ever so slightly and gently dragged the nail of her index finger across the clit. And came.
The second hand wasn’t Rosalie’s. The hand that reached into her pants and yanked the pussy-juice covered fingers out into the florescent light of the office belonged to Sheila K, human resources manager. Shelia considered the hand, the slickness of the fingers, the orgasmic twitching and shuddering of Rosalie who let out a small moan, although whether from pleasure or shame, Sheila would have been hard pressed to say.
The smell of sex and humiliation filled the air. Shelia loved her job. “A routine scan of your computer turned up pornography and some unauthorized instant messages. Because of this, I came by this evening to check up on you – but I can’t say that I expected to find such a blatant and wonton disregard of our workplace rules and regulations.” And then Sheila slapped Rosalie hard across the face. More than the force of the blow – which was substantial – the very act seemed to surprise both women. “You will report to my office at 8 am tomorrow morning. Do not be late. Do not shower before you come. You’re done for the evening. I will call in someone to take your place for the rest of your shift. Eight AM sharp.”
And with that, face red and stinging, pussy wet, warm and now craving real cock, Rosalie H went home to her empty apartment.
The next morning, at just before eight, Rosalie entered Shelia’s office, eyes downcast. There was a bowl full of condoms on the desk.
As she sat Sheila began. No hello. No mention of the night before.
“There will be two parts to your probation today. The first will be for the pornography and the instant messages. While a serious matter, these things are a fairly common and routine infraction and will be dealt with in a fairly standard and straightforward manner.” Shelia paused and then smiled. A tight-lipped, my-ass-could-make-diamonds-if-you-shoved-coal up it type of smile. “Straightforward, at least as far as my office is concerned. The second matter – that of you pleasuring yourself sexually while at work, of masturbating right here in the office, is considerably more serious in nature. It will be handled accordingly.”
With that, Sheila stood up, walked around her desk to Rosalie, grasped the collar of her blouse and ripped it open, tearing fabric and popping buttons to the floor. In the morning stillness of the HR director’s office this violation sounded almost industrial, like the shriek of steel or some other metal being ripped asunder by heavy machinery. In her mind, Rosalie saw the men of this assembly line, sweaty and wearing stained blue denim shirts, silently turn and ogle her 40C breasts, their modesty preserved solely by the thin, filigreed lace of her white underwire bra. Her nipples hardened. The blouse had been a favorite.
It was two minutes after eight.
“So with regard to the pornography and the using of work property for non-work activities…”
“I…” Rosalie began.
“Quiet, naughty girl! You are not to speak unless told to.” Sheila pushed a button on her phone and spoke into it. “Craig, will you please come in here now?”
The door opened and Craig H shuffled in and Rosalie had a hard time not saying anything. The man was naked from the waist down. An erection jutted forward into the room.
Sheila continued, “Now with regard to the pornography and the using of work property for non-work activities, both you and Craig H here – from customer support – are guilty of this same said infraction. As a result, you will be punished for it together in hopes that you will both learn your lesson.” Sheila paused. “And this has the added benefit of making my job that much easier and more pleasant. It won’t be quite so much work for me, because you see, each of you degenerate porno-whores will be instrumental in punishing the other.”
Rosalie looked at the floor. Craig looked at Rosalie’s white lace underwire bra.
Shelia opened a drawer, “Here are the ground rules boys and girls. Each of you will spank the other. Yes, I said spank. Since you have behaved like horny adolescents, you will be dealt with as such. Now this is where it gets really fun – at least for me. The one who spanks the hardest will gain a slight reprieve. That employee – the one who I judge to have given the most severe spanking to the other – will be done while the one who did not give it their disciplinary all will be paddled by myself.” From the drawer she placed a large, holed paddle on the desk.
“But…” Craig began.
“Shhh…do not speak unless I ask you a question, young man.” Sheila stood and made her way behind the nervous man with the very naked bottom.
SPLAAT! Sheila’s wicked paddle made contact.
SPLAAAAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
She continued. “I suggest that you put all of your energies into preparing to spank the living daylights out of this young woman in front of you. The one who’s boobs you’ve been staring at!”
She turned to Rosalie. “Rosalie, you’re quite well-endowed, aren’t you girl?”
Rosalie nodded, wanting nothing so much as to cover her breasts.
“What size? 38D?” Sheila’s gaze was more penetrating than her words.
“Forty C, ma’am.”
Splat!
“One.” Sheila counted and swung the paddle again at the man’s naked bottom. Hard. “Two.” Rosalie winced each of the next 38 times wood made contact with flesh. When she was done, Sheila had a thin sheen of sweat on her brow and her breasts were heaving under her labored breathing. Craig’s hard on faded around number seven. “I’ll bet now you’re wishing she weren’t so pulchritudinous, now aren’t you young man?”
With her free hand, Sheila reached over and squeezed Rosalie’s left breast. “Rosalie, you should be proud of your twin sisters…they were the impetus for this man learning a wonderful and important lesson about respect.”
“Yes ma’am.” Rosalie was proud.
Sheila pinched the nipple through the lace of the bra before letting go of the breast. She set the paddle on the desk. “Now where were we? Oh yes, ladies first – Craig, you will bend over my desk and present your bottom for Rosalie to spank. I’m sorry, it’s probably pretty sore after that paddling, but oh well – you brought it upon yourself. Rosalie, I suggest you spank him as long and as hard as you possibly can.”
Sheila smiled, “But remember, then it will be Mister Pervert Who Can’t Keep From Looking at Lady’s Boobs turn to try and impress me and win your little contest. Begin now.”
Rosalie considered the red and swollen ass before her – the little hairs and the hanging balls and she spread her fingers and got ready to swing and then had an idea. A wonderful, terrible idea. Cupping her hand as though she would for a drink out of stream, she brought it down hard upon his testicles. Craig yelled in pain and surprise. And she did it again. And again. And again. She then began spanking the twin globes of his ass, hitting as hard as she possibly could. Soon, she was outside of herself, someone beyond Rosalie tech-geek who looked at porn and twiddled her twat and got caught and was here in the office of the HR manager from Hell. She became Retribution. The pain in her hand grew and grew and grew, but it didn’t register and when she was done, when she knew there was no more in her, the man before her was broken. She hit his balls once more.
Sheila was clapping: a slow staccato of wonder and admiration that built until it filled the small office. “Very, very good my dear – but now, it’s his turn. Comeuppance is as they say a bitch. But apparently, so too are you Rosalie. You will now remove your pants and panties and bend over the desk. NOW!”
Sheila glared at Rosalie who was more than literally dirty. She felt soiled. She had not showered. Inadvertently, her hand touched the inseam of pants above her left thigh. Her pussy whimpered for attention and she felt a warm, albeit small, familiar stirring starting inside of her.
“Craig, can you smell the sex on her? This little minx who has so thoroughly blistered your bottom spent a good part of last night masturbating in front of her computer here at work. I saw her come. What a little slut. Now, are you going to let that little slut get away with spanking you like she just did? What type of man are you? Aside from one who looks at porn at work? If you do not spank her harder than she spanked you, I WILL come back on your ass with my paddle. You wouldn’t like that would you?”
As Shelia simultaneously shamed and taunted, Rosalie took off her shoes and socks, unzipped her pants and slid them down to the ground. Her white panties followed and there she stood, ripped blouse, white bra and nothing else. Naked.
His first slap took her breath away. It was on the right cheek. After that, she was a bit fuzzy on the details. Sometimes it seemed like his hand was falling all over her ass all at once. At other times, it felt like if found one, the one most painful spot and didn’t leave it alone. Slap, slap, slap. And then Craig H found another spot, one that impossibly hurt more than the other and worked on it. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. And then all over once again. Tears rolled down her face. And then he finished.
Sheila was quick in her judgment. “Craig, bend over the desk.” Rosalie sobbed both in relief and in agony and sat on her red and screaming buttocks, their nakedness, and the exposed pussy far from her thoughts. It was only discomfort and a small but strange feeling of absolution. But only a small feeling as her hand drifted over her pussy. There would be more. But whatever it would be, she thought, it couldn’t be worse than what Craig was now experiencing. There was no mercy shown to what was already a scarlet ass. Rosalie marveled as what was once pink and then red and then bright red, now seemed to be turning almost an ash white under Sheila’s ministrations with the holed wooden paddle. There were real tears in Craig’s eyes when she was done, and surpassingly thought Rosalie, real forgiveness in Sheila’s.
“Craig, you were a very good boy for taking that so well. Perhaps next time you will spank whoever you’re in this room with, with a bit more gusto, but really, you lost the minute Rosalie slapped your testicles.” Sheila looked down at the paddle and then back up into his eyes. “But hopefully, there won’t be a next time. I suggest you read the employee handbook on the rules of proper computer usage. I worked very hard on writing it. “
She turned to Rosalie. “Now, Miss Masturbatrix….there is the second part of your probation to take care of. Craig, I want you to stay and watch – I think this will be a nice added consequence for your breaking of the rules and a nice deterrent for the future.
Sheila once again spoke into her phone, “Gentlemen, please come in.”
And in walked three additional employees. Sheila introduced them one by one:
“This is Chris R. He’s 19, works on maintaining the UNIX servers and has never been with a woman before.”
“This is Jonathan P from the enterprise group. He’s 42 and married, but hasn’t had sex with his wife in months.”
“And of course, you know Peter S – your ex. Did you know he fucked that cute little temp Cyndy within days of you two breaking up?”
Rosalie looked at each of the three men. They openly stared at her exposed body. Her assembly workers had come in from the line.
“These three have done an outstanding job in their respective positions. As such, they are due for a special reward,” Sheila explained. “That reward is…you, Rosalie.”
The room breathed in the silence that followed.
“You will be used by them. If you do not consent, you will be fired.” Sheila continued, “I feel this is only appropriate as you have not just used this company, but have abused the privileges it has accorded you. Imagine, a woman like you masterb….” Sheila stopped. “Rosalie, tell them what you did.”
“I twiddled my twat at work.” It was barely more than a whisper.
Once again Sheila broke the silence. “Chris, go over and remove her bra.”
With hesitant steps and even more hesitant fingers, Chris fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. Her favorite bra, Rosalie reflected. She could feel the young man’s heat. She could also feel his very, very hard on. When the virgin finally completed his – to him, monumental task – he was holding the bra with a look of pure wonder as he stared at her traitorous hard nubbins of nipples.
“Go ahead, suck them,” Sheila commanded. “Rosalie, unbutton his jeans.”
As if some somnolent dweller in a not-quite-asleep world beyond ours, Rosalie undid the buttons on the young man’s blue denim jeans, and – without Sheila’s prodding – pulled down his underwear and began sucking his cock. As her lips brushed passed the head, he gasped and grabbed her breast. Rosalie cried and took him in deeper. In the background, the other two men began undressing.
Rosalie stopped sucking, and taking the soon-to-be-man in hand, lay down on the floor and spread her legs. “Enter me.”
“That’s just what a little slut like yourself wants, isn’t it?” Rosalie wasn’t sure if it was Sheila talking in the background or a voice from some deep, hidden place in her subconscious.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me and fuck me.”
Sheila standing behind the young man, who was poised to enter Rosalie, reached around and rolled a condom onto his member.
The virgin cock entered Rosalie and the young man’s world changed forever. Rosalie moaned and raked her fingers across his back, leaving tiny red welts – an initiation of pain mixed with pleasure, a brand, her mark – that said he was a member of that very special carnal club. He began pumping. Rosalie felt him fill her. When he was done (and it didn’t’ take long), he kissed her gently, almost like the child he was before today, and whispered, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Jonathan P was anything but virgin cock. He was angry. Rosalie could feel it radiating from his manhood as he pushed into her. He didn’t make love to her like the boy. He fucked her. He pounded. And pounded and pounded and pulled out. Rosalie could have cried. Frustration welled up within her. Her pussy was opening and closing of its own accord.
“Suck me.”
She sucked.
“Bend over.”
She bent over.
“Spread your legs.”
She spread her legs.
“Open yourself.”
She opened herself.
The others watched and he used her. The condom got better treatment than she did, but she knew that if he was ever lacking again from his wife she would be there with one word from him.
She jumped Peter. She didn’t know it was in her after Jonathan. But pushing him on to the desk, spreading Sheila’s papers and the usual detritus of an office workspace to the floor (as Sheila clapped with delight) she took him. She was hungry. She was wet. She was hot. She was open. Once again, for the second time in the morning, her energy, her very being seemed to come from someplace else. She rode him. She kissed him. She played with his nipples. She cried when she came. She cried when she came again. Her ass was still sore, but she ground it down into him with abandon. Her pussy was sore. She knew she would be sore tomorrow. But none of these things mattered. And when she was done, she was done. She kissed her lover long and deep and then looked up at her best friend, Sheila, the HR director of the company where she worked, with gratitude in her eyes.
“Thank you Sheila.”
“You’re welcome, Honi. I hope it was all that you wanted.”
Rosalie laughed. “Are you kidding? F’in fantastic. Everything I wanted and more. I love you.” She then looked at the men in the room. All of them very good friends: Craig H, Jonathan P and Chris R. “Thank you guys. It was amazing. Did you like it Chris? Was it what you expected?”
He looked at her with what could only be described as joy.
She nodded and looked down at her boyfriend, “Hey ‘ex’ did you really fuck that temp?”
Peter smiled.
She playfully slapped him, “And you didn’t invite me? You dick!”
END
Crikey, but we never get up to these sorts of things at work.
Thanks Craig.