For when you get tempted at work...

Transcript

The last time I made a typing error and the lawyer summoned me to his office, two unusual things occurred. The first was that after he finished spanking me, he told me to pull up my skirt. Fear hooked my stomach and pulled it toward my chest.

I turned my head and tried to look at him. You're not worried that I'm going to rape you, are you? He said.

Don't. I'm not interested in that, not in the least. Please pull up your skirt.

I turned my head away from him. I thought I don't have to do this. I can stop right now.

I can straighten up and walk out. But I didn't. I pulled up my skirt.

Pull down your pantyhose and underwear. A finger of nausea poked my stomach. I told you I'm not going to fuck you.

Do what I say. The skin on my face and throat was hot but my fingertips were cold on my legs as I pulled down my underwear and pantyhose. The letter before me became distorted beyond recognition.

I thought I might faint or vomit but I didn't. I was held up by a feeling of dizzying suspension like the one I had in my dreams where I can fly, but only if I get into some weird position. At first he didn't seem to be doing anything.

Then I became aware of a small frenzy of expended energy behind me. I had an impression of a vicious little animal frantically burrowing dirt with its tiny claws and teeth. My hips were sprayed with hot, sticky muck.

Go clean yourself off, he said, and do that letter again. I stood slowly and felt my skirt fall over the stinky gunk. He briskly swung open the door and I left the room, not even pulling up my pantyhose and underwear, since I was going to use the bathroom anyway.

He closed the door behind me and the second unusual thing occurred. Susan, the paralegal, was standing in the waiting room with a funny look on her face. She was a blonde who wore short, fuzzy sweaters and fake gold jewellery around her neck.

At her friendliest, she had a whining, abrasive quality that clung to her voice. Now she could barely say hello. Her stupidly full lips were parted, speculatively.

Hi, I said. Just a minute. She noted the awkwardness of my walk because of the lowered pantyhose.

I got to the bathroom and wiped myself off. I didn't feel embarrassed, I felt mechanical. I wanted to get that dumb paralegal out of the office so I could come back to the bathroom and.

.. masturbate. Susan completed her errand and left.

I masturbated. I retyped the letter. The lawyer sat in his office all day.