Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Bend over,” he instructed firmly. “Skirt up, panties down.”
I closed my eyes tightly, willing it all to be a bad dream. But when I opened them again, nothing had changed. With a shuddering breath, I leaned forward over the smooth mahogany surface.
I closed my eyes tightly and started to raise my skirt with trembling hands, my heart racing. A shiver went through me at the cool air moving where my body told me it shouldn’t.
“Hmm,” Stuart mused, his tone thoughtful. “Plain beige underwear? That’s quite different from what Sharon reported you wore yesterday.”
I felt my cheeks burn with renewed embarrassment at the reminder of my red lace thong. How could Sharon have told him about that? The violation of privacy stung almost as much as the paddling had.
“From now on,” Stuart continued, his voice taking on a lecturing tone, “you are to wear attractive lingerie at all times. It’s important that you present yourself properly, even in ways that aren’t immediately visible. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Yes, what?” Stuart prompted.
I swallowed hard. “Yes… sir.”
“Good girl,” Stuart said, and despite myself, I felt a flutter in my chest at his praise. “Now, let’s see the results of your punishment. Take them down.”
I exhaled shakily, then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly lowered them. The fabric whispered against my skin as it descended, pooling around my ankles. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, as if I could shut out my mind’s eye’s view of Stuart’s face by refusing to look at his magnificent office.
I heard him move closer, and then I felt his hands on my bottom. His touch was clinical at first, gently probing the tender flesh. I couldn’t help but gasp as his fingers traced the outline of a particularly sore bruise.
“Sharon did a thorough job,” Stuart commented. “These marks should serve as a good reminder for the next few days.”
As he continued his examination, I found myself growing increasingly confused. I knew I wanted to rebel against this treatment, to stand up and storm out of the office. It was just that I had no choice: he had made that clear, and I had acknowledged it to myself.
But another part of me, of my mind or my body or maybe both… another part recognized that in a twisted way Stuart was doing this for my own good, as well as for the dominant pleasure I felt certain he must take in it. This humiliating ordeal was about my new job—about New Modesty Blue. My boss meant to teach me. He intended to show me what was expected of me in this new world I had entered.
“You’re tensing up,” Stuart observed. “Try to relax. This is for your benefit, Melissa. I need to ensure that proper discipline is being maintained, and you need to have the lesson Sharon gave you reinforced. Just like Grace in the video you watched.”
My tummy flipped at the mention of that shameful video, and the memory of watching Grace’s punishment and fucking by her suitor. I took a deep breath, trying to force my muscles to unclench. As I did, I felt a strange and—to the defiant part of me—unwelcome sense of relief wash over me. By submitting to this inspection, by acknowledging my powerlessness in this situation, I had indeed learned something important about my place at Selecta, as terrible as the lesson might seem.
Use it, the rebellious voice said. Change it.
Stuart’s hands moved lower, gently parting my cheeks. I whimpered softly, both mortified and helplessly aroused by the intimate touch.
“Shh,” Stuart soothed. “This is an important part of the inspection. You’re very wet right now, aren’t you, Melissa?”
I let out a gasping cry as I felt a fingertip verify the shameful truth. To my dismay I could tell just how easily my new boss had discovered my body’s treason.
“No,” I whispered, as much to myself as to Stuart. “No… I mean… I’m not…”
Part of me felt certain Stuart would become angry at the obvious lie. I even wondered for an instant if he would spank me for telling it. Horror seized my mind as I realized that at some level I wanted that, if only as a way of getting out of having to admit to the ache between my thighs caused by his obscene inspection.
“What you mean,” Stuart said, though, his voice calm and slightly bemused, “is that you wish you weren’t as aroused as you are. There’s no point in an intelligent, educated young woman like you denying what I can see, and feel, and…”
He took a deep breath through his nose. My whole upper body felt like I had gotten an instant sunburn there.
“Ah, yes. Smell, too. And your cunt has a very sweet aroma, Melissa. But as I was saying, there’s no point in denying how wet your pretty cunt is, just at the moment. While we’re on the subject… have a Brazilian wax this weekend, please. We subsidize those fully—just submit the receipt to Heather. The next time I inspect you, I want you smooth and tidy.”