Chapter One

 

 

Jane had worked at Harper and Sons for around eight months now, so she knew the rules. They paid very well but the job was not without its dangers. Mr. Harper was a man who kept a tight rein on all "his girls" as he liked to call them.

 

The longer Jane worked for him, the greater understanding she gained about her own need for sexual humiliation to achieve the fullest sexual release. The most recent example of this came on Friday morning when she arrived for work in a skin-tight pencil skirt and a blouse unbuttoned dangerously low.

 

She knew she looked hot but also knew that Mr. Harper would never permit her to wear to dress so wantonly. Jane had seen him when she arrived at work and knew it wouldn't be long before she was called into his office to explain her attire.

 

"So you think that you can dress however you want to in my company?" he demanded.

 

"Mr. Harper, I'm tired of dressing like a house frau. I'm a woman and I'm going to dress like one!" Jane responded with a hint of defiance.

 

"Oh, is that so?" He growled.

 

Mr. Harper stood up, walked from behind his desk, and grabbed Jane's right breast harshly.

 

"Stand up!"

 

Jane obeyed and stood up. Mr. Harper still had his hand on her breast and as she made eye contact with him, she noticed a dark shadow cross his face. As he continued to look her directly in the eye, he pushed her back up against the wall. He reached up under her tight pencil skirt and cupped her pussy with the palm of his hand.

 

As Jane stood pressed up against the wall, she felt his hands moving over the tiny lace thong she was wearing. Mr. Harper's breathing became deeper as he angrily slid the skirt further and further up her thighs, exposing her black lace thong and her black garter belt & stockings.

 

"I do not permit my female staff to wear such arousing undergarments in my office! Remove your skirt this instant. I can see you're going to need a lesson about obeying my rules," Mr. Harper roared in outrage.

 

"I'm sorry Mr. Harper but I most certainly will not undress for you, if you want my clothes off you're going to have to take them off yourself."

 

Jane surprised herself with her boldness but she was enjoying the game.

 

Mr. Harper called her bluff and grabbed her nipple again. He slid his left hand around her buttocks and began to unzip her skirt.

 

"You bastard," Jane cooed, not taking her eyes off him as she slapped his face.

 

Mr. Harper let a small smile creep into the corner of his mouth.

 

"You're going to regret that, young lady. I'm about to make this by far the most painful and humiliating experience you've ever had. I'm going to position you so that your most intimate charms are lewdly displayed."

 

"Then, I'm going to get hard watching you cringe and blush as I describe what you look like and I violate all of your openings with my fingers tongue and cock, and you will be completely powerless to stop me," he said as he cruelly twisted Jane's nipple, making her wince.

 

"Then, I'm going to give you the spanking and strapping of your life. Your entire ass and the backs of your thighs from just above your knees will be paddled. Then, your anus and pussy will get the same treatment. Ms. Jane, you won't be injured but I can assure you that you will experience pain and degradation like you've never experienced before," he said before pausing.

 

"If you struggle too much, I'll have to restrain you. After I've spanked you thoroughly I'm going to give you a large enema with a special large nozzle that I can hardly wait to shove all the way up that tight, sexy little ass of yours."

 

The color drained from Jane's face but she also felt the crotch of her thong moisten. Mr. Harper's growing anger was turning her on. She had been fantasizing about this moment for a while now. There was something arousing about the way he took control.

 

Jane's calm demeanor had Mr. Harper confused. Usually, at this stage the girls were begging for mercy, but not Jane. Her defiance was increasing his arousal and he felt his cock stirring in his pants as he dragged her over to the leather couch in the corner of his office.