That is highly inappropriate, Mr. Storm!

Lilly

“Close the door and lock it. Then go to the back of the couch.”

“Wh-why?” I ask apprehensively.

“Just do as I say or I will add to your punishment.” He says and I can feel that he means what he says. I hurry over to the door and lock it and then I hurry over to the couch. “Face the couch.” He says and I obediently do what he says. Now I’m standing with my back towards his desk. “Good girl. It seems that you can do at least something right.” I only huff at that, feeling anger and irritation rise in my chest.

Suddenly I feel one of his large hands low on my back, just above my butt and I jump at the contact. I didn’t hear him walk up to me. Then I feel his breath on the side of my neck. “Take off your skirt and lean over the backrest of the couch.” I gasp as his low voice sends an army of goosebumps down my neck, back and arms. He removes his hand from my back and takes a step away from me.

Then my brain connects what he just asked me to do. No! He did not ask me. He commanded me. “No.” I say with more force than I had thought I would be able to. He takes a step closer and places his hand on my back again.

“This is your punishment, Miss Gaard. Do as I say or I will have to take it off for you.” His low voice trembles through me and I have to stifle a moan. Why would I moan when he commands me to do something so inappropriate?

“That is highly inappropriate, Mr. Storm!” My voice shakes as I speak. I keep my eyes straight forward, unable to look at him. But he has other plans. He takes my chin between his fingers, not hard but firm, and turns my face towards him. My eyes meet his and I am mesmerized by how dark they are at this moment. Involuntarily, my lips part and my tongue comes out to wet them. His eyes flick down to follow the movement and then they come back to meet mine.

“I gave you an order, Miss Gaard. It was not a question, not a request. When I give you a command you execute it. Do you understand?” All I can do is nod. “I want you to answer with words, Miss Gaard.”

“Yes, sir.” My voice comes out breathless and low.

“Good. Now take off your skirt and bend over the couch.” Again his hands leave me and he steps back. I turn my face forward again so I don’t have to look at him. I unzip my tight dark gray pencil skirt and push it down over my full thighs. I then bend my knees and pick it up and fold it over the backrest of the couch. Then I bend forward over the couch. My thoughts are running haywire and for some strange reason I scold myself for not wearing one of my pretty panties. It’s not as if I thought that I would undress and bend over my boss’ couch.

“Good girl.” Mr. Storm places hand on the small of my back and then slowly traces it up along my spine. His voice and the touch of his hand brings me back to where my body is. When he reaches the spot between my shoulder blades he firmly presses down. I have my arms placed on the seat of the couch to keep myself in a somewhat upright position. I press back towards his hand, refusing to bend down more.

“Bend all the way down, Miss Gaard.” He says and increases the pressure on my back. I submit and do as I’m told. Now I am practically hanging over the back of the couch in my boss’ office in only my pantyhose and light blue cotton panties. I feel tears of shame fill my eyes and my thoughts run away once again thinking about my thick thighs and large butt. “Good girl.” He says and slowly runs his hand down (or should I say up?) to the small of my back. Again his praise and touch calls me back and a deep and shaky sigh leaves my lungs.

His hand caught the hem of my pantyhose and panties and slowly drags them down to my knees. “No. Mr. Storm. This is definitely not appropriate.” I gasped as I felt the cool air of the room hit my now exposed private parts. I squirm and try to raise myself from my position but he quickly puts his hand on my back again.

“If you do not behave, I will have to restrain you.” His words send tingles all the way from my toes and fingertips, straight to my exposed core. I feel my body heat up with anticipation for what is to come. “Do you want me to restrain you?” He asked me after a short pause.

I still as I silently think about his question. Do I want to be restrained? Do I want this punishment? Can I take the punishment without restraint? Before I have time to make up my mind, his voice comes again. “Can you take the punishment without being restrained?” Is he a mind reader? I shake my head. “Words, Miss Gaard.”

“No, sir. I can’t take the punishment without being restrained.” My voice is merely a whisper but I know that he will be able to hear me. His hands leave my body for a short while and I feel my body shiver in anticipation. But I do not dare to peek or ask what he’s doing. He carefully takes both my hands and places them behind my back, palms together. His movements are slow to give me time to react. It’s like he’s observing every reaction I make. He ties them together with something soft, but strong. It must be his tie. When he is done I squirm and fight against the restraint to try out their hold. My bindings are inflexible but not tight enough to hurt.

He hums in appreciation. “I like this sight. You, bound and bent over my couch, with your bare ass up in the air.” He murmurs to himself as his hand runs lightly over my bare butt. I’m not sure if what he said was meant for my ears, but the soft caress and those forbidden words has my pussy clenching. “I’m going to spank you, Miss Gaard.” My body tenses up. This was not what I expected. What did I expect? I have no idea what I thought he would do to me in this position, but spanking?

“I’m not a child, Mr. Storm.” I say in a wavering voice.

“I am very aware of that, Miss Gaard. I assure you that this is not a punishment I would ever deal out to a child.” His deep voice makes a new shiver run down my spine and this time it runs straight to my core. Then his voice turns almost business-like. “You will get thirty strokes. Since this is a punishment they will be hard and they will hurt. The punishment is for all the mistakes you have made the past four weeks so after this every mistake will be forgiven and forgotten. This room is soundproof so no one will hear you. If it gets too intense you will have a safeword. For now the words are green for okay, yellow for slow down and red for stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” I squeak out. 

“Recite what I just told you.”

“Green for okay. Yellow for slow down and red for stop.”

“Good. What color are you now?” He asks me as his hand lightly caresses my bare bottom. I think for a moment. I think I am all right at the moment even if I am feeling a slight bit of panic about how alright I actually are.

“Green, sir.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes to prepare myself. I don’t have time to breath out before his hand slaps down hard on my right buttcheek. I scream out in surprise and pain. “Fucking hell!”

“Language, Miss Gaard. That has now earned you five more strokes.” He says in a calm voice. His hand slowly strokes the area he just slapped. “Which makes it thirty four left.”