Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

An Office Visitor

Another from the vault by DME. The last story I posted by this lass got zero comments which surprised me. Maybe someone will like this one? Some of these stories are fact based, others pure fantasy. You decide.

She felt all tingly and excited as they rode the elevator up. The building was quiet and dark on a Saturday afternoon. For him to see where she worked was a special thrill.  She wanted him to be able to picture her in his mind at any point of the day. He followed her through the door and into the little reception area. "It's just a small office- there are only three of us plus a volunteer who comes in the mornings to answer the phone. We've rented another suite of rooms around the corner and will rearrange everything. All these bookshelves and supplies will be stored there."  "And where is your office?"  "Right through here."  She led him through the copy room to her office. Pausing at the doorway, she regretted that everything looked so messy. Without even looking at him she could sense his critical eye. "It is a bit disorganized, but I have been so busy. Just run in, unload, repack and take off for the next training."  The worktable in the middle of the room was stacked high with files, books, and a chaotic assortment of papers. Piled in the corners of the room were plastic boxes of files and forensic supplies, lids ajar. They stepped around the colposcope toward her desk. A rainbow of sticky notes were scattered around the desktop with more piles of files and loose paper. The other side of the floor was covered by stacks of boxes of manuals.    

Hands behind his back, he perused her space. "Young lady, I am appalled at this office. What kind of impression do you think this would make on any visitor?" Glancing away, she ignored his rhetorical question.  " Look at me when I speak to you. Answer my question."  Goosebumps prickled her arms, She knew that tone.  "Umm, well, I guess they would think I am really busy. Which I am!"   "No, this room indicates carelessness, disarray, and disorganization. Isn't that correct?"    "Maybe."  She couldn't stand to meet his gaze.  "That's enough. I think I need to motivate you to clean this place and put things in order. And give you a reason to keep it straight.  Walk right over to that desk and lean over. Hands all the way on the other side." He wasted no time baring her bottom.  She wondered what on earth he would use to punish her, but the soft sliding of his belt through the loops answered that question. Each stripe of the belt was accompanied by sharp question that demanded an answer. "What must be done with this desk? Where does this equipment go?  How should these boxes be stored?  What are you going to do with these stacks of papers?"  In her distress it was very difficult to stay focused on his questions an answer to his satisfaction. All she could think about was the doubled belt and when the next blow would fall. Now she was already straining forward to escape the fire.  Her challenging attitude dissolved into contrite replies and pleas for relief. 

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"Next week you will email me photos of this room- spotless. Is that clear?"  "Yes, sir."  By now she was close to sobs, but still bared and in position. "Now you will receive four more to help you remember this lesson. I expect you to take them without a sound, and then you may be excused."  She did sob then, just a quick intake of breath. Her knuckles white as she clung to the far edge of the desk. The four last stripes fell in solemn procession, and he was pleased that she accepted her due. He stepped back and threaded the belt back in place. She straightened her clothes, pulling the panties over a now glowing bottom. He reached for her and with an embarrassed sigh she rested her head on his chest. "What do you have to say for yourself?"  "Thank you, my lord. " Smiling a slow smile, he kissed her dark hair and led her to the elevator.  He had no doubt that office would be in order.

4 comments:

  1. I think if that Lord saw my office I'd never sit again.

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  2. I sure would have loved to raise her skirt waist high, pull down her bloomers, and given her 'six of the best with a pliable stinging cane'.

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  3. Six, I can not recall using a cane on her. Perhaps. Paddles, yes. a riding crop, YES.

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  4. OMG...so very happy that no one but me sees my office...would never sit again! :O Thanks for sharing.

    Hugs and Blessings...
    Cat

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