She was perfectly balanced on three inch black pumps as she strutted to Mr. Owens office. She been summoned, no doubt to talk to her about her work product. Tiffany had a very good entry level position at this company. The company was well established, paid very well, and been around since the late 1800s. The other reality was that Tiffany while smart didn’t really want to expend much effort. She was more interested in using her looks to get others to work for her. The approach had worked since her early teens and she saw no reason to change course now.
Mr. Owens’s secretary looked up at her as she walked into the waiting area. Mrs. Davenport was in her mid-fifties, and Tiffany thought quite attractive for an older woman. She was also incredibly sweet, almost annoyingly so.
“Hello Ms. James. Please have a seat while I will let Mr. Owens and Ms. Ashton know you are here,” Mrs. Davenport said.
“Will do,” Tiffany said with a sincere smile; she actually liked Mrs. Davenport. Emily Ashton, however, was quite another story. Ms. Ashton was in charge of her group, and had been riding her to work harder for the better part of the year she had been here. Outwardly she chalked it up to the woman being threatened by her looks. Ms. Ashton was in a word, gorgeous, she exuded sex appeal. She was also about ten years older than Tiffany so it was easy to convince others that she felt threatened by Tiffany’s youth.
Truth be told, deep down Tiffany knew Emily was right. She could do better, and even advance her career quicker if she really got behind her job. She was paid very well, and enjoyed the lifestyle the job afforded her. She had just purchased a great apartment in the city, something she could not have done given the entry level jobs here fellow graduates had procured.
The phone rang on Mrs. Davenport’s desk.
“Yes sir, I’ll send her in,” Mrs. Davenport hung up the phone and said, “Ms. James they are ready to see you.”
Tiffany smiled got up and went to the door.
“Oh great,” she thought, “Emily is going to be in here too.”
Tiffany had a fleeting dark thought. Why was she being summoned to the CEO’s office with her department head there? Given Ms. Ashton’s review of her it couldn’t be a promotion. She didn’t have time to think it through, so she knocked on the door, and walked in.
Mr. Owens’ office was beautiful, and huge. The windows went from ceiling to floor and wrapped around the entire corner of the top floor of the building. The office had a modern feel to it. Even though the company went back a long time, the corporation believed in staying current with times.
Michael Owens sat behind his desk. He was close to fifty, Tiffany was told, but she wasn’t sure of his age because while he didn’t look like he was just out of college, he had all his hair, none of which had on grey. He was also in very good shape. Given his good looks, physical shape, and wealth, Tiffany assumed he could call his shots when it came to women.
“Ms. James please come in and take a seat,” he said as he motioned to the empty leather chair in front of his desk. Sitting in the other chair was Emily Ashton.
“Thank you Mr. Owens,” Tiffany said getting butterflies in her stomach as being in the presence of the CEO for an unknown reason began to get to her.
When she sat, Emily Ashton stood up.
“Hello Tiffany,” Ms. Ashton said in voice that was sweet, disappointed and condescending all at once.
Tiffany got a good luck at Emily Ashton for a second and was taken aback. She always knew she was pretty but this was a different look. She normally let her hair out, but it was pulled back somewhat severely today. She also had on a very tight fitting black dress. It was cut low, revealing her cleavage and although her chest was not large, the bra she was wearing did an excellent job of accentuating its perfect shape. The dress itself was short, but not inappropriately so, and she also had on black nylons and heels. As she sat in her chair and looked up at Ms. Ashton and Mr. Owens, Tiffany’s stomach began to churn.
Mr. Owens started, “Ms. James it has come to my attention that your work product is sub-par. By sub-par, I mean below what it is you are capable of. We expect every one of our employees to work to their full potential. Good enough to get by is not the way we work.”
He grabbed a stack of papers, “I have your reviews here from the past nine months, and they all say the same thing, essentially – high potential but low output.”
Turning to Miss Ashton, he said, “Miss Ashton is this fair summary.”
“It is sir. I have tried to encourage Ms. James to apply herself on numerous occasions, both in formal and informal reviews. She either doesn’t know how to, or just ignores me. I am not sure which the reason is.”
Mr. Owens continued, “Well neither really matters. We are left with few options Ms. James, other than termination.”
The words, spoken in such a matter of fact fashion, hit Tiffany like a ton of bricks. She lost her breath for a second, and felt the color drain from her face.
“Please Mr. Owens. I am sorry I disappointed you; I promise I will do better. My work habits will become the model for everyone else here,” she stammered.
“And why would I believe that – clearly the 3 written warnings and numerous verbal discussions you have from Ms. Ashton have not caused you to change.”
Ms. Ashton chimed in, “Yes, why would your word now be in any different than before?”
The thought of losing her job, and her new apartment and basically her whole life flashed by her in an instant and left her almost out of breath.
“Please there must be something I could do, some way for me to make up for this and prove that I can be a part of this company,” Tiffany begged.
“It is not just that. I also don’t think you respect Miss Ashton’s authority, and that it just as bad as low production. And before you say it, don’t even think a transfer to another department is an answer,” Mr. Owens flatly stated.
In two sentences, Tiffany’s plan had been raised and crushed. She had to find a way to make peace with Emily.
“Please Ms. Ashton, Emily, please, I am so sorry. There must be something I can do,” she pleaded.
Ms. Ashton half smiled and half smirked, and turned to Mr. Owens.
“Mr. Owens, if she is sincere, I would be willing to invoke the “traditional” protocol. Tiffany really could bring a lot to this company. I know that protocol is rarely invoked or accepted by all parties, but I would be willing to try it in this case.”
Mr. Owens thought for a moment. For the life of her, Tiffany didn’t know what the “traditional” protocol was. She almost didn’t care if it meant hanging on to her job.
“Well Ms. Ashton, Tiffany is in your department so we can initiate this if you so desire.”
“I do, Mr. Owens.”
Mr. Owens looked Tiffany in the eye, “Ms. James, do you know what the “traditional” protocol is?”
“Oh no sir, but if it means I can keep my job I am willing to do it.”
Mr. Owens laughed, “Well let me explain it first as it is part of the protocol.”
“As you know this company is rather old. It started before many of the HR policies were developed or even thought of. Most of the older rules, have been thrown out or modified with good reason, but some are still in place with only some minor changes. The “traditional” protocol refers to the way infractions cold be dealt with in the past. “
Tiffany remained puzzled, but Emily smiled wider.
“What I mean to get to the point is this. In our early days, as in many companies, and kingdoms for that matter, infractions were met with punishment – corporal punishment.”
Tiffany’s mouth dropped.
“Yes, I can see this approach may take you by surprise. By corporal punishment we mean old fashioned, traditional discipline, spankings with hand or hairbrush, strappings, etc…”
“You mean you can just beat me senseless,” Tiffany said paralyzed with fear.
Mr. Owens laughed, “Don’t be ridiculous. No one is going to beat anyone senseless. We want your work ethic to improve, not hospitalize you. Not to mention that this protocol cannot be invoked without your consent”
Tiffany tilted her head, “You mean I have to agree to being beaten by you.”
Ms. Ashton cut in, “If I may sir.”
Mr. Owens nodded.
“Tiffany, first off it isn’t a beating. Physical punishment is confined to your bottom. So while it may be uncomfortable to sit, there is no scarring, permanent bruising, or any other damage inflicted as a “beating” might suggest. Secondly, Mr. Owens is not the one who administers the discipline. I am!”
Tiffany caught her breath, “Seriously?”
Emily smiled back, “Yes – Seriously.”
Mr. Owens simply nodded.
Tiffany’s first thought was to walk out and tell the world, but she then remembered the papers she signed when she started working here. Maybe she should have read them all, because she was willing to bet she either agreed to this policy, or agreed not to disclose it or both. The more she thought about it the more she began to think she should hear it through. After all it was a spanking essentially, from a woman no less, how bad could that be.
“So you give me a few spanks and we move forward?”
“No, Ms. James, that is not the way it works,” Mr. Owens answered. “Part of the purpose of this is the physical punishment, but part of this is meant to give a strong willed person some humility and ensure that they can submit to their superior at the company properly going forward. It is not a one-time event, it is repeated as needed until all parties are satisfied that the company’s best interests have been served.”
“So I need to submit to Miss Ashton as she fits and when she sees fit?”
As Tiffany asked that question a slight electric charge ran through her body, arousing her.
Ms. Ashton smiled back, “Yes you would do what I say, when I say. It would only be done in private with you, me and/or Mr. Owens present, unless you agreed differently. And if it any time you wanted to stop the “protocol” you could. We would provide you your severance package and you could leave the company.”
Tiffany thought about it. The idea really didn’t seem like the worst way to keep her job and the whole concept strangely aroused her.
“Okay,” she stated, “I’ll do it.”
Mr. Owens said, “Okay, please stand up and say – “I willingly agree to submit to the corporal punishment described in the “traditional” protocol and I understand that Ms. Emily Ashton will be in charge of my discipline.”
Tiffany stood and repeated the words.
Ms. Ashton looked at her smiled and said, “Let’s begin.”
Emily walked over to the conference table and pulled out one of the armless chairs. She sat down on it, her dress riding up her thighs.
“Come stand next to me Tiffany.”
Tiffany did as she was told.
Emily asked, “Shall we begin?”
“Okay,” Tiffany responded.
“The proper answer is Yes Ma’am.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Tiffany meekly responded.
Emily smiled, reached up gently took Tiffany by the arm and took her over her lap.
She spent a moment positioning Tiffany so her bottom was up in the air. Placing her hand on Tiffany’s bottom she rubbed it gently. Again Tiffany started to feel aroused. Emily raised her hand in the air and brought it down on Tiffany’s bottom.
The impact took Tiffany by surprise, but it really didn’t hurt that much.
“Okay, this is a bit embarrassing, but I can deal,” she thought to herself.
The spanks continued to come down slowly as Emily lectured Tiffany about her work ethic. Tiffany listened to the lecture some of it actually sinking in, but not being overly stung by the spanks itself. All the while she could also feel herself getting slightly aroused.
Emily stopped the spanking and ordered Tiffany to stand. Tiffany quickly did, thinking it was over – she was mistaken.
“As is often the case, my guess is you are not feeling this very much over this skirt. It will have to come down.” Emily stated.
Tiffany gaped, “What?”
“You heard me; I am going to remove your skirt. Remember part of this exercise is you proving you can submit to me. Of course if you’d prefer termination…”
Tiffany looked defeated, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Emily smiled and reached around to the back of the skirt and pulled the zipper down. She then tugged the tight skirt down to mid-thigh where it fell to the ground around Tiffany’s heels. Tiffany was wearing a black lace thong for underwear. Emily pointed to her lap and Tiffany draped herself over again.
Mr. Owen simply sat at his desk the whole time enjoying the scene of one very beautiful and sexy employee punish her wayward charge.
Emily resumed her spanking and scolding, and this time Tiffany began to feel the effect a whole lot more. She winced as each spank fell. She paid more attention to the scolding, agreeing and apologizing.
Emily said, “Well this certainly seems to be having more of an effect, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Tiffany quickly responded.
After another minute or two Emily ordered Tiffany up again, but Tiffany knew better than to think it was over.
“Well Tiffany I can see that the spanking is certainly having an effect.” She reached around and felt Tiffany’s rather warm behind.
“There are many components of your punishment.
Tiffany nodded, “Yes Ma’am it was.”
“Yes, it is going to be even more embarrassing now as you are stripped down to nothing more than your nylons and heels before we continue.”
Tiffany’s cheeks flushed bright red, she simply stammered, “Naked?”
Emily nodded and smiled. Mr. Owens re-adjusted his pants which were tightening in the expected places.
Tiffany submissively stood there as Emily stood, and slowly unbuttoned her young employee’s blouse and removed it. She then undid the bra, removed it and placed it on the conference table with the rest of Tiffany’s stripped clothes. She then reached down, hooked her fingers into the side of Tiffany’s underwear. She lowered them to her knees and then let them fall around her ankles. Tiffany was now naked with the exception of her heels and nylons. She was quite the sight and both Emily and Mr. Owens stared and appreciated it. Her legs were long and perfectly shaped the heels and black nylons highlighting them perfectly. She had that rare body that came to a thin waist but had chest that were full C cups with absolutely no sag. It was truly an incredible view.
Emily then walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the office, opened it and took something out. When she closed the cabinet and turned around, Tiffany saw her carrying an oval wooden hairbrush. Tiffany gulped knowing what was to come next.
Again Ms. Ashton sat and pointed to her lap. Tiffany, now completely naked and exposed, lay over her lap again. Ms. Ashton raised the brush and brought it down. Tiffany gasped at the sting; the spanking had hurt but this was almost unbearable.
Emily leaned over and whispered into Tiffany’s ear. “Try to stay still and accept it young lady, it will go better for you”
Emily continued her scolding and spanking, and Tiffany did a good job of staying in place and accepting her punishment. Tears built in her eyes and slowly started running down her cheeks, interesting enough, she realized how ridiculous she had been at this job, and how she really needed to change her behavior. That was part of the reason why she was taking the hairbrush as well as she was – she honestly began to feel she deserved it. At one point she even arched her back a bit and offered her bottom up.
After what felt like forever, Emily stopped. She put the brush down and slowly started to rub and stroke Tiffany’s now bright red bottom. Tiffany slowly caught her breath, and the tears stopped rolling down her cheeks. As Emily rubbed, she slid her hands in between Tiffany’s legs, her finger slightly grazing Tiffany’s sex. Tiffany let out a slight sigh and reflexively spread her thighs slightly. Emily smiled and slowly stroked Tiffany’s inner thighs while teasing her pussy with her fingertips. After a few minutes of stroking her thighs, Emily slid a finger inside Tiffany causing Tiffany to release a soft low moan of pleasure.
“You see proper behavior has its rewards young lady,” Emily purred.
“Yes Ma’am,” Tiffany exhaled in a soft breathy moan.
Emily was also getting aroused. Tiffany could not see it from her current position but Emily’s nipples were rock hard. Mr. Owens could see it, and he walk over behind Emily. He placed a hand on her shoulders, and let his hands run down to brush Emily nipple’s which led her to moan slightly. Inspecting Tiffany’s submissive position and red bottom brought a smile to his face.
He stood, “It looks like this is having the desired effect. Please continue Ms. Ashton.”
“Yes sir,” Emily agreed.
Emily removed her fingers, patted Tiffany on the bottom, and said, “Please stand up Tiffany”
Tiffany did as she was told.
Emily turned to Mr. Owens. “Would you mind if I borrowed your belt sir?”
Mr. Owens smiled, “Not at all.”
Tiffany watched as he slowly undid his belt and removed it loop by loop. She also couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his pants. Which truth be told was not surprising given the scene unfolding in front of him.
Mr. Owens folded the belt in half and handed it to Emily.
Emily faced Tiffany.
“Tiffany you will now walk over to Mr. Owens desk. You will spread your legs ever so slightly, and bend over the desk. I want you to arch your back and present your bottom for a strapping with this leather belt.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Tiffany said.
She had clearly accepted this form of discipline. She walk over to the desk and as instructed assumed the position. From behind the view was perfect. Emily and Mr. Owens could not help but stop and appreciate it.
“Learning already Ms. James – that is excellent to see,” Mr. Owens pronounced.
“Thank you sir,” she said.
Tiffany then thrust her bottom a little higher, and turned to look over her shoulder.
“Thank you for giving me this chance to redeem myself. I will do exactly as I am told. Please continue to discipline me as you see fit.”
With that said she smiled and turned back to face forward.
Mr. Owens turned to Ms. Ashton.
“You seem to be working up quite a sweat Emily.”
“Yes sir, would you mind helping me out of this dress.”
Hearing that Tiffany couldn’t help but peer over her shoulder. Mr. Owens walked behind Emily, and unzipped her dress. He slowly took it down over her shoulders, and let it slide to the ground. Emily stood still as Mr. Owens ran his hand over her body. She was clearly enjoying the attention and, Tiffany noted, seemed completely submissive to him. Not lost on Tiffany was Emily’s body she was in a very sexy black lace bra and panties outfit with thigh black nylons as well. Tiffany’s pussy was almost as warm as her bottom at this point. Mr. Owens backed off, moved to the side of his desk, and instructed to Emily to continue.
Emily took the belt in hand and brought it back.
“Shall we begin Tiffany?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Emily began slowly strapping Tiffany. Tiffany winced each time but held her position. Tears again started to form. She caught Mr. Owens looking at her; she smiled at him, looked him directly in the eyes and took each lash stoically. He understood she was trying to say thank you and prove to him she belonged here. He smiled at her and nodded. After about two dozen lashes, Emily stopped. Mr. Owens walked around the desk to inspect Tiffany. Her bottom was bright red, and she would certainly have a difficult time sitting tomorrow. He placed his hand on her bottom. She raised it higher and spread her legs, inviting him to do as he pleased. He slid his finger into her very wet pussy and slowly played with her clit. Tiffany moaned.
“Emily, I do believe this young lady is learning, perhaps you might want to switch discipline methods.”
Tiffany wasn’t sure what that meant.
“Of course sir,” Emily said.
She walked over to her bag which was next to Mr. Owens desk. She reached into and pulled an object out. Tiffany couldn’t make it out at first but when she did her eyes widened. It was a large strap-on penis. Emily smiled, put it on and walked behind Tiffany.
“This is another way for you to prove you will be submissive to me. If you understand, please spread your legs.”
Tiffany did and spread her legs. She had never had a strap on used on her before but she played with toys before. She was also so turned on it was hard to say no. Emily got in position behind her and slowly worked her way into Tiffany. The toy was large but nothing Tiffany couldn’t handle. She got used to it and eventually rocked back as Emily slid it all the way in. Emily started thrusting slowly at first, but gradually increased the pace. Tiffany loved every second of it now.
“Are you going to be my sex slave as well Tiffany,” Emily asked.
“Yes Ma’am,” Tiffany moaned
“Do whatever I say and let me do to you what I wish?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Emily smiled and with a sharp slap to Tiffany’s bottom she slowly pulled out. Tiffany was on the edge.
“Please don’t stop Ma’am, please”
“No I think you are having too much fun. You need a little bit of discipline too before I let you come.”
“Yes Ma’am, anything,” responded Tiffany as she submissively arched her back and presented her bottom again.
However what she got next was unexpected.
“Good,” Emily said.
The next thing Tiffany felt was warm lubricant running over her well spanked bottom and into her pink asshole. Emily slowly worked a finger into her ass while using another finger in Tiffany’s pussy.
“Ever had anal sex before Tiff,” Emily questioned.
“No Ma’am, some toys but never an actual cock.”
“Well are you ready for my toy cock?”
Tiffany was in complete submission mode and simply offered her ass up high and said, “Yes Ma’am.”
Emily slowly worked her strap on in. It took some time but eventually Tiffany had taken it all in and Emily slowly began thrusting. As Tiffany got used to it, she began to enjoy it more and more, moaning with every thrust. Mr. Owens watched as Emily slowly fucked Tiffany’s ass, the side view of those two beautiful women had him rock hard. He walked around his desk to where he sat. Before he could sit, Tiffany reached out and touched is crotch with her hand.
He looked down at her and she said, “May I sir?”
Michael Owens simply smiled and nodded. While taking it from behind Tiffany unzipped the CEO’s pants, skillfully removed his very hard cock, and slowly started sucking. Michael enjoyed every moment. This was certainly an area Tiffany excelled at. Tiffany worked his shaft expertly, keeping eye contact with him at all times.
“How is she doing Mr. Owens,” Emily asked while she continued to work on Tiffany’s bottom.
“Excellent Emily, her oral skills are outstanding. Perhaps she will demonstrate her skills on you.”
Emily stopped her thrusting and grabbed hold of Tiffany’s hair Emily asked, “Would you like that?”
Tiffany nodded and then had an idea. She let Mr. Owens’ cock slide out of her mouth and asked, “May I make a suggestion, please?”
Emily and Mr. Owens looked at each other and smiled.
Emily asked, “What is your suggestion Ms. James?”
“Well if it is okay with both of you perhaps we could move to the couch. Ms. Ashton could lie back while I pleased her with my tongue, and you Mr. Owens could take me from behind. Hopefully that will help show you that I really appreciate working here, and that I have fully embraced the new “protocol”.”
Emily smiled, “Is that okay with you Mr. Owens?
“As much as I enjoy her skills, that plan sounds amenable for all,” he nodded.
Tiffany stood up. She looked spectacular. Her thin waist, flat stomach and full breasts were quite the sight. She looked at Mr. Owens and said, “Please understand that I was happy to be giving you head and wasn’t trying to stop. I would be happy to go down on you anytime, you need only ask.”
“Thank you Tiffany,” Mr. Owens smiled.
Then Tiffany turned around, leaned in and kissed Emily deeply. She expertly undid Emily’s bra and worked her way down to her nipples. Emily enjoyed the sensation for a moment before moving Tiffany over to the couch. She removed her strap-on and panties and lay down on the couch. Tiffany went around to the side of the couch and bent over it. It gave her perfect access to Emily’s wet clit, and gave great access to Mr. Owens of her.
Mr. Owens walked around the side, removed his pants and slid his well lubricated cock deep inside Tiffany’s already well fucked ass. As Mr. Owens started thrusting in out, Tiffany started to take care of Emily. Tiffany proved as skilled at performing oral sex on women as men. Emily was moaning instantly and getting wetter by the second. Submitting to these two, while bring Emily to orgasm, while Mr. Owens took her ass was driving her nuts. Within a minute of each other each of the participants had incredible orgasms. Tiffany collapsed on the couch and crawled up onto Emily’ chest where she cuddled into her new mistress. Emily stroked her hair, and basked in the afterglow of the orgasm.
Mr. Owens put his pants back on, adjusted himself in the mirror and somehow looked like this afternoon had passed as just another day at the office. He walked over to the bar in his office and poured himself a scotch. He left Emily and Tiffany on the couch while he headed over and sat behind his desk checking a few e-mails. Emily and Tiffany finally gathered the strength to get up and get their clothing.
“I’m sorry sir, I’ll be dressed and out of your way in a minute,” Tiffany apologized.
Mr. Owens smiled genuinely and laughed. “Take your time Ms. James. You seem to have genuinely changed your attitude here. I am sure you will do fine. Feel free to use the bathroom if you’d like. I wouldn’t be much the gentleman if I rushed two beautiful women out of my office after today’s events.”
Emily smiled and Tiffany blushed.
“Thank you sir, but Tiffany and I will get dressed and head over to my office. Now that she has changed her attitude, I’d like to bring her in on the DOD project we are working on,” Emily smiled.
“That is an excellent idea Ms. Ashton!”
Tiffany and Emily got dressed, fixed their hair and headed out of the office. Mrs. Davenport had left for the day. Outside, Tiffany turned to Emily and said, “Thanks for sticking with me Ms. Ashton.”
Emily smiled, “Thanks for performing up to par Ms. James.”
Then she gave Tiffany a quick sharp slap on the bottom that made Tiffany jump.
“But don’t forget you still have a ways to go.”
Tiffany rubbed her sore bottom, smiled and said, “I certainly hope so.”