Ishu had always prided himself on being a diligent secretary, but over the past few weeks, he had been making careless mistakes. His boss, Belle, had let it slide a few times. But this time was different. The missed deadlines, lack of communication, and assuming tasks would complete themselves without her guidance had finally caught up to him.

He walked into her office with a sense of dread, knowing he was in trouble. Belle was seated behind her large mahogany desk, dressed in a sharp business suit, her expression as cold as ice. Her dark hair was tied in a sleek bun, and her sharp eyes were fixed on the stack of papers in front of her. The silence in the room was suffocating. The nervous secretary stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, hoping to charm his way out of the situation.

“Hey, boss,” he began with a shaky grin. “I thought maybe I could—”

Before he could finish, her eyes snapped up, piercing him with a look that made him freeze mid-sentence. Belle’s expression didn’t change as she tapped the papers in front of her with her fingers, the sharp click of her nails the only sound in the room.

“Do you think showing up with a smile can make up for your incompetence, Ishu?” Belle’s voice was cool and composed, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it.

Ishu swallowed, the grin slipping from his face. He had hoped to play it off, but it was clear she wasn’t in the mood for games. “I... I didn’t mean to, ma’am. I was just trying to—”

Her hand came down on the desk with a loud slap, cutting him off. “Enough.” She rose from her chair, her commanding presence filling the room. “You think you can avoid responsibility by flirting with me? That you can cover up your carelessness with a smile?”

The tense man swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten. His boss was in control, and there was no escaping what was coming. Belle walked slowly around the desk, her high heels clicking against the floor with each measured step. She stopped in front of him, her cold gaze never leaving his face.

“On your knees,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The scared secretary hesitated for only a moment before sinking to his knees, the weight of his mistake heavy on his shoulders. Belle circled him slowly, inspecting him like a predator eyeing its prey. She pulled open her desk drawer and retrieved a leash and collar, sleek and black, along with a pair of soft silk scarves.

His breath caught as she knelt in front of him, fastening the collar tightly around his neck. She stood and gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing his body to lurch forward, his hands automatically catching himself on the floor. “Look at you,” she said with a smirk. “Already under my control.”

The nervous boy bit his lip as her fingers traced the collar around his neck. Her touch was light, teasing, but the leash in her hand reminded him that she was in charge. “Boss, I... I’ll do better,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

“Oh, I know you will,” she replied, pulling him up to his feet with the leash. She walked him over to the desk, pressing his body down until his chest met the smooth surface. “But first, you’re going to learn what happens when you disappoint me.”

He gasped as she quickly tied his wrists to the desk legs with the scarves, rendering him immobile. The cold leather of her belt brushed against his skin as she tested its weight, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He braced himself, heart racing, as she lifted the belt high and brought it down with a sharp crack.

The tense man groaned, the sting of the belt radiating through his body. His hands clenched the desk hard as his mind spun, trying to maintain control. “One,” he whispered, struggling to keep his voice steady.

Belle’s lips curled into a smile as she delivered another sharp strike, watching his body twitch beneath her. “Good boy. But we’re far from done.”

The belt struck again, and he moaned softly, the burn intensifying with each hit. She was merciless, her strikes calculated, each one harder than the last. “You’ll learn to communicate properly after this, won’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Yes, boss... I will. I promise,” the scared secretary gasped, his voice weak.

Her hand suddenly came down hard on his backside, a sharp slap that made him cry out. The mixture of leather and her firm palm left him squirming beneath her. “You think promises will fix this?” she taunted, giving the leash a hard tug, pulling him up from the desk slightly. “You have to earn my forgiveness.”

Ishu’s breath came in ragged gasps as she pulled him back by the leash, standing him up just enough for her hand to find his jaw. She turned his face to meet hers, her nails digging into his skin. “You’re mine to punish. Don’t forget that.”

“Yes, boss,” he managed, his voice shaky but eager. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail down her body, admiring her power and control. His lips curved into a cheeky grin despite his position. “But I think I might deserve just a little bit more of that... attention. After all, I’ve been such a bad boy, haven’t I?”

She narrowed her eyes, clearly not amused by his attempt at flirting. With a smirk of her own, she delivered a sharp slap across his cheek, making his head snap to the side. His skin tingled where her hand had made contact, but instead of retreating, his grin widened. "I guess I really do love it when you're rough with me, ma’am."

“Careful, or I’ll make sure you regret that attitude,” Belle warned, though her teasing smirk betrayed her amusement.

The dominant woman moved behind him again, her hands trailing up his back, her sharp nails scratching red lines into his skin. She leaned close, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, “You’re going to beg for my mercy, and I’ll still leave you wanting.”

His body was burning, both from the spanking and from the scratches she had left. But as her fingers continued to tease him, he couldn’t help but push further. "I think I'm starting to enjoy it... maybe you should punish me more. Teach me a real lesson, boss.”

Her eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. Without warning, she yanked the leash hard, pulling his body upright before she reached for his belt. The leather belt came down sharply once more, this time across his back, causing him to let out a ragged moan. The mix of pain and pleasure made his head spin.

The next moment, she pulled him back to the ground and slipped off her heels, placing her foot against his chest. “Massage,” she ordered sharply.

The secretary obeyed immediately, his hands moving across her smooth skin as he worked up her calf and along her legs. Belle watched him with a cool, appraising eye, clearly enjoying his desperate attempts to please her. His hands trembled, both from the pain and the excitement as he worked on her feet.

"You like being under me, don’t you?" she teased, tilting her head slightly as she tugged on the leash, forcing him closer. "Beg me to let you keep going."

Ishu’s hands worked furiously, his voice eager. “Please, ma’am, let me serve you. I want to make it up to you... any way you want.”

She smirked, clearly pleased with his submission. "Good boy. But that’s not enough."

She stood up, her dominance radiating from her as she towered over him. “Strip,” she commanded, her voice firm.

The tense man wasted no time in obeying, quickly discarding his clothes as she watched him with predatory eyes. His body was marked from her strikes, his skin flushed, and yet, his eyes were full of desire.

Belle’s hand gripped the leash once more, pulling him up to meet her gaze. She leaned in, biting down on his shoulder with sharp teeth, leaving red marks in her wake. He groaned under her control, his body aching with both pain and pleasure. “On your knees,” she ordered again.

As he knelt before her, she pulled the leash tighter, forcing his body closer. Her hands trailed over his chest, her nails leaving faint scratches along his sensitive skin. His breath quickened as she tugged on the collar, pulling his face inches away from hers.

“You’ve been punished,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “But now, I think it’s time for your reward."

With one final tug on the leash, she pulled him to his feet, guiding him towards the desk once more. This time, the air between them was thick with desire, the tension palpable. She led the way, her hands never leaving his body, teasing him with light touches and the promise of what was to come.

Their bodies pressed together, and she claimed him with an intensity that left no doubt about who was in charge. And as the night wore on, the boss made sure that the only thing the secretary would remember was the power.

This is my first time publishing an erotica on this subreddit! Thanks for reading!