Punishing the Receptionist

Excerpt

I’m extremely lucky to land a job at the BS Law Firm downtown. Not only does it pay well, but the benefits are great too. But one of the more interesting aspects to the firm is what happens when an employee makes a mistake. We have the choice of either quitting the job or accepting punishment. And the punishments are rather creative. I haven’t experienced any of them myself and I wonder if I ever will. Part of me is terrified at the thought of being punished and yet part of me is turned on by the idea.

Some of the punishments are carried out in private, but most of them are carried out in front of the entire office. I’ve even watched some of the public punishments, where we were all invited to watch, they secretly turned me on. I watch these women orgasm hard even though they’re humiliated and shamed, and they clearly enjoyed it. There are even rumors that some women in the firm screw up on purpose just to experience the punishment.

My own panties have been soaked after witnessing the punishment and the woman’s orgasm. My punishment fantasies have fueled numerous masturbatory orgasms at home alone in my bedroom. I’ve used a dildo on myself and come hard. I can only imagine how hard I would come if my fantasies became reality.

Last week the new paralegal intern screwed up a filing deadline and when the three hottest lawyers in the office summoned her to their offices, we all knew what was happening. I heard her screams all the way down the hall. It was all I could do to keep my hand out of my panties just sitting at my desk. I even considered getting off in the bathroom right here at work. By the time I left that day my panties were soaked just hearing her screams of pleasure.

I went home that night and fantasized that I was the one that the three of them were sharing. I came harder than I ever have before.

This morning my boss Tim stopped by my desk to ask if I made the reservations at his favorite hotel for the big conference next month.

I pause when I realize it completely slipped my mind. “Oh, I am so sorry, Tim, I forgot!”

“Please get that done right away, you know it’s my favorite hotel in New Orleans,” he reminds me.

“Yes sir, I’ll do that right away!” I exclaim.

I look up the phone number and ring the hotel. But when they tell me they’re completely booked that weekend my face contorts in fear. Tim is going to be furious I messed this up. I look up just in time to see him head this way.
“Why do you have such a pained look on your face?” he asks.

“The hotel is completely booked,” I whisper.