CEO & Her Assistant’s Punishment - Lesbian

Transcript

It was a busy day at the company. I am not in the mood for any bullshit. I head towards my luxurious corner office and I notice you, my assistant frantically typing away on your computer.

Is everything ready for the meeting? My heels clicking on the marble floor. You quickly turn to face me, your face flushed with panic.

You apologize profusely and tell me you haven't finished preparing the reports yet, that you'll have them done in a few minutes. My expression hardens and I walk over to your desk, towering over you. My perfume lightly caressing you.

Your heart begins to beat hard and fast in your chest. The fear begins to grip you. You've messed up before and you know the punishments are humiliating.

A few minutes? This meeting is in ten minutes. I told you to have these reports ready by now.

Your heart sinks to your stomach as you realize the gravity of your failure. Yet the familiar tension growing between your legs betrays you. You have been so busy with other tasks that you completely forgot about the reports.

The throbbing ebbs and flows with your sudden ragged breathing. You brace yourself for the punishment that was about to come. Stand up and follow me.

I am not in a forgiving mood. Trembling, you stand up and face me. My eyes roam over your body, taking you in.

My gaze is cold and stern. Without a word, I grab your hand and jerk you, lurching you towards me as I lead us to my office. Immediately upon entering the room, I drop your hand and make my way behind my desk.

Close the door. Get on your knees. I pick up the phone.

Renee, cancel the board meeting. Reschedule it for 9am tomorrow morning. The reports aren't finished.

You comply, your heart racing with both fear and excitement. You've always been secretly attracted to your dominant boss, and now you are at her mercy. The stories you've heard are true.

I am a very demanding woman who has high expectations of her employees. Since you don't think my instructions are clear enough, and my time is not respected, you begin to object to my words. I lean forward with my hands on my desk and glare menacingly at you.

Since you don't think my instructions are clear enough, and my time is not respected, I shall imbue on you what my expectations are. You represent me when you work at this company. A large knot forms deep in your throat, making it difficult for you to keep your composure.

The room starts to feel entirely too small. My leaning gaze on you. I see the fear building in you as I speak.

Knowing everything in you is screaming at you to stand and run excites me. I will not have some insipid little shit who begged for this position, believing they have the capacity in their tiny little brain to determine whether or not they finish a task on time or not. My commands will be followed to the T, or you will cease to have a job in this company.

The blood rushes to your face as anger builds inside of you. You feel your body alive with a growing hatred and desire. Crawl over here.

Slowly. You do as you are told, drawn by the desire to be near me even though the fear and anger tells you otherwise. A familiar wetness forms between your legs, betraying you.

Stop. I slowly walk in front of the large mahogany desk and I grab a file folder. Squatting down in front of you, I present the folder.

My legs covered in black sheer nylons graze against your hand. This is supposed to have my report in it. It does not.

It doesn't because you failed to listen to my command. This will not happen again. I know it won't because I'm going to ensure it doesn't.

I stand quickly and you hear clutter on the desk. I grab you by your arm and yank you up. Unsteady with the sudden pull, you feel my hand on your back thrusting you onto the desk.

Holding you down as you writhe against me, you feel a hot, sharp pain radiating from your ass. The shock of the sudden realization that I spanked you with the leather-bound folder freezes you. My grip hardens, my nails digging into your back and multiple cracks in the air resonate with the growing heat.

Let this be a reminder that when I say I want my reports by 9am, I mean I want my reports in this folder completed by 9am. The stings intensify with each hit. The throbbing that so heinously defies you turns into a lustful ache for release.

Wetness drips between your lips. Tears defiantly leak from your eyes. Suddenly the barrage stops and I step away from you.

Kneel. I saunter to the large brown leather chair and sit with the folder still in my hand. So you do know how to listen.

Perhaps this meager thing does have potential to learn. Let's see how well you follow these basic instructions. I uncross my legs, revealing the edge of my thigh-highs.

I see the lust and desire in your eyes, yet the vitriol towards me is ever-present. I can't wait to break that out of you. Fuck my leg.

Don't look at me like you don't know what I mean. You cannot possibly be that stupid. Ride my leg like you ride your vibrator at home when you think about me.

Didn't think I knew? Now, get the fuck up and fuck my leg. Your eyes widened in shock at the demand, but you know better than to disobey after your ass-thrashing.

You rise up and straddle my thigh, feeling the silkiness on your swollen lips and clit, the ache a devourer's need to come. I grab you by the throat and guide you into a steady yet unrelenting rhythm, lifting my heel, my thigh pushing into you, my eyes locked on yours. For someone so angry with me over your own failings, you sure are excited.

I slide my finger between your folds and swipe. I put my finger in your mouth as the grip on my hand gets tighter. Taste how turned on you are.

You'd like more of this, wouldn't you? To come on me? To be good and come for me? I feel the urgency in the thrust and grind of your hips, your arousal soaking my leg.

Your stomach tightens and you feel yourself near the edge. No. I pull you up from my leg.

Not yet. Your breath shallow, you eke out a pleading moan. Your legs weak and you crave the release you know I could give you.

Kneel. I pull off my stocking, the one soaked with your juices, and I force it in your mouth. Make yourself come and taste what I do to you.

You have ten seconds to come, or you don't come at all. When I say a time for any task, that means you will have that task done on time, including your pleasure. Five.

Four. Three. Two.

One. With an explosion of convulsions you come. The waves crash all over your body, leaving you panting, breathless, and limp.

Leaning my face in front of you, I lock eye contact. I had hoped you were trainable. It's nice to know you can indeed meet my expectations.

The stocking is removed from your mouth and placed inside the folder as it's handed to you. Let this be a reminder to you that if you fail to have these reports to me by 3 p.m. today, you will never see this portfolio or me again.

Get it done, and you might be rewarded with another stocking with your cum all over it. I walk back to my desk and open my laptop. Well, don't you have some reports to finish? Oh, on your way, send Renee in.

I need them to clean up this mess.