Spanked At Work Novels & Stories

But as the weeks dragged on, the screws only tightened. Dominic instituted strict fines for clocking in three minutes late, fines for taking an extra ten minutes on lunch, fines for wrinkled uniforms, and even fines if a dock worker's hair grew past their collar. By mid-month, the accumulated penalties were easily wiping out two thousand dollars per worker. The staff was trapped like rats in a burning warehouse. Terrified of approaching Dominic directly, they swarmed Elena’s desk day and night, demanding answers. Finally, unable to take the heat, Elena cornered Dominic outside the executive suite.

“I’m not planning to have sex with you. You’re not ready for me yet, birichina. For now, I plan to punish you for giving me attitude, cursing, and rolling your eyes at me. The moment you signed that contract, you became mine to punish.” “Nero—” “That’s twenty spanks for trying to back at me.” “This is ridiculous. I am not a child!” “Twenty-five. Would you like to keep speaking? I can be here all day punishing you if you want. And you'd better remain quiet while I spank you if you don’t want your co-workers to have certain thoughts.” When he was met by silence, he realized he had won yet another battle against me. “Count when I spank you…”

Her body responded in a way I never expected. The last time I had a girl almost cumming from being spanked was when I was in college, part of a Dom for sluts society. I looked down now and realized I was rock hard, my cock straining painfully against my pants. I hadn’t even noticed it happening during the spanking. This was wrong. She was my stepdaughter, barely eighteen, and I was supposed to be the one in control. “Get it together,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and paced the room, trying to shake the image of her short skirt bunched up, her ass pink from my hand. I couldn’t let this happen again.

Rebekah’s dad asks. Wait a minute. Is that the only thing he had gotten from all this? How about the, ‘he spanked my bottom’ part? That was sexual harassment in the workplace. Even if I had hit him with a pan, he provoked it. The ghost had given him exactly what he deserved. Karma’s always undefeated. “The pan launched itself at him; I was nowhere near it. But he spanked my butt. Shouldn’t there be some form of action against that?” I ask.

"So what are you gonna be doing while I'm at work? You just can't be sitting home all day. How about this? Um... "It's fine Ari, I'll just go for a job hunt while you're at work and speaking about work. You better go now or you'll get spanked by your boss." "Oh yeah that bastardized human being, if care is not taken I would shove my ID card down his throat and shove out whatever it touches " "You know that's impossible right?"

Brandon insisted on going to work with me for a week after the incident, but I soon realized how difficult it was to work with the man. By the third day, I was frustrated beyond words. Brandon had something to say about everything! He talked too much, complained incessantly, and snapped at a couple of workers. When I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed my bag, held him firmly by the arm, and dragged him out. That was the last time he went to work with me.

Anna went on a tirade, yelling, "Are you all idiots? What's going on with your KPIs this month? How could you not meet the bare minimum? Even pigs are smarter than you lot!" Then, she inhaled deeply before snarling. "Each of you will be fined 20 dollars, and I want it on my desk before you leave for work today! Also, you'll all have to work for three extra hours every day, and no. You won't be getting any overtime pay! Consider this a punishment, you useless louts!"

I snapped when I noticed everyone at the floor looking at me struck by my sudden anger, Stella had flinched. I pointed at the watch. “I think you are losing your seconds by standing there, gawking at me.” She scrambled off to her desk while the others continued to stare. “No one is leaving until all the work on your desk is not completed and if you do then you are fired.” When one guy was still staring at me even after the others went, I glared at him. “Fired. Go back home and figure out a new resume.” Going into the office I slammed the door shut and sat on my chair with a huff. “What was the reason for the outbreak?”

My voice came out shaky and breathless. “Fucking working, the only thing a slut like you should be working on is getting the cum from my balls. I’ve been waiting all day to pump a load inside you, my wife has been out all day, and I’ve had to do bullshit jobs around the house because your slutty ass was at work.” As he spoke, he reached down and lifted my skirt and started groping my naked ass, squeezing and slapping it roughly. “What the fuck, are you a slut at work too? Not wearing any fucking panties.”

“There’s nothing to worry about anymore. And you don’t need to go to work tomorrow either. You need to rest and stay with the kids.” For some reason, she scoffs. “They will like that. They will talk all about that when they find out about Rafael.” “I can take care of that too,” I assure her. “Right now, you have to rest.” She shakes her head. “I have to come in tomorrow. Or else they will talk about things I would never be able to live down.” I want to tell her how preposterous that is, and besides, I did mean it when I said I can take care of it. I can punish anyone who says anything damaging about anyone at work. It’s common protocol that’s in place even in my company.