Part 2

My bottom was throbbing and tears were rolling down my face. I tried to hide them, but he was hovering over my body watching me. Every typo, every backspace earned harder and faster swats with his belt. By the time the dictation was over my bottom was on fire. Mr. Bledsole pulled up my panties, lightly patted my covered pussy (which immediately made the muscles in my pelvis contract) and very sternly said: “Fix that skirt, then go send that email immediately. I’ll have more use for you later.”

When I got back to my desk I couldn’t bear to sit down. My bottom was sore and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and rub it for the rest of the day. I stole into the bathroom for a few seconds to get a look at my sore red bottom. I could still feel the heat without even touching it. There were bright red marks all across my bare ass. I felt like an object, and I hated the fact that I liked it. About 20 minutes later I was called back into Mr. Bledsole’s office. I had no idea what he was about to do to me next, but I secretly wanted more. He stood and spoke in his usual deep commanding tone. “It is time for your uniform check. I spent a lot of money so that you could look your best today. I hope you are taking care of my things. Take off my skirt and blouse.” It was weird hearing such a dominant man refer to a skirt as “his” but it made sense. I didn’t buy these things. I unzipped his skirt and let it drop to the floor. I then unbuttoned the white blouse and also let it drop. I barely remember seeing his hand move, but I can remember the sound it made as it struck me across my cheek. Once forwards and once backwards. “Is this how you treat someone else’s things? You just casually leave them on the floor? Pick those up and fold them neatly.” The pain in my cheeks didn’t shock me, the fact that he had slapped me in the face didn’t even shock me, what shocked me was the fact that I was truly sorry I had treated his clothes so poorly and that I quickly rectified the situation. I folded the clothes up nicely and placed them in a chair.

He was standing right in front of me at this point. Staring intensely into my eyes. His eyes never left my glance, but I could feel him pulling down my thong. Then we both looked down at the same time. The spanking he had given me hurt so bad that I had no idea how wet the whole situation made me. There, on HIS beautiful black laced thong was the white evidence that I had been trying to hide from him, and from myself. I was enjoying this. “Look at the mess you made on my panties.” He said. He then reached down and pulled my panties down to my ankles, lifted my foot and took them off. He stood up and folded the thong neatly so that the mess I made was visible to us both. “Open your mouth,” he said. I complied, but I could already feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation as he placed the black thong into my mouth. He then walked behind me and unhooked the matching black laced bra and removed it. “I don’t think I can trust you with this bra. I wouldn’t want you to ruin it like you did those panties. Fold your hands behind your head and go stand in that corner.” He pointed to the left side of the room. Standing in that corner, I was afraid to move and yet I was so turned on. I don’t know how long I was standing there, maybe five minutes, maybe ten. It was enough for the saliva in my mouth to let me taste the part of me I had left on his panties. I could feel my pussy pulsing and throbbing the entire time. It was swelling up and I wanted to touch it so bad, but I desperately didn’t want him to see. It was divine. Finally he spoke. “Come and put your clothes back on and go back to your desk. I’ll be keeping the bra, you place that thong right in the middle of your desk for everyone to see.”

Having to stare at the stain I had made on that thong the rest of the day was unbearable. I would try not to look at my dried cum on those beautiful panties, but my eye couldn’t stay away, and when I would look my pussy would drip all over again. I started to worry that I would end up messing up his skirt the same way I had messed up his panties. I decided to pull my skirt up so my pussy was touching the hard wooden chair I was sitting in. That could be more easily cleaned. My breasts were cold and my nipples were hard and showing through the flimsy white blouse I had been given. It left nothing to the imagination. It was maybe ten minutes later when an older gentleman walked in and walked straight to my desk. To my horror he looked first at the panties sitting on my desk and then addressed me with his eyes fixed on my nipples protruding through the blouse. It was embarrassing knowing that a much older man was staring at my breasts. Part of me wanted to cover them with my arms, but the other half of me was proud that he got to see. “Mr. Fields, here to see Mr. Bledsole regarding his correspondence.” I touched the intercom and informed Mr. Bledsole of his appointment. Bledsole’s voice boomed through the intercom. “Thank you. Please escort Mr. Fields in.”

As I stood up Mr. Fields eyes continued to follow my breasts. My heels did not help the me keep them from bouncing as I showed the man of at least sixty five into Mr. Bledsole’s office. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, but Mr. Bledsole had other plans for me. “Where are you going? I did not dismiss you.” Mr. Bledsole was standing in front of his desk an Mr. Fields did not sit down. “Come here,” said Mr. Bledsole. I walked as carefully as I could and stood right in front of him. Mr. Bledsole placed both hands on the buttons of my blouse and ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere. “Put your hands behind your back, then turn and face Mr. Fields.” I did as I was told, but my face was as red as my bottom. There was nothing between the aged man and my hardened nipples now. He reached out and grabbed my right nipple and twisted it as hard as he could. Mr. Bledsole grabbed my hands and bent me over. My face was right in Mr. Fields crotch. Mr. Bledsole pulled up my skirt as Mr. Fields was unzipping his pants. Mr. Fields pulled his dick out of his pants. It was softer and just starting to harden, but growing larger by the second. Without saying a word he pushed his thick cock deep into my mouth. I didn’t have time to gag because I could immediately feel my pussy being filled by the girth of Mr. Bledsole. “Be nice to our Guest,” said Bledsole. “Suck him dry.”

With that Mr. Bledsole started thrusting into my pussy. I immediately wanted to come. I started moving Mr. Fields cock in my mouth with my tongue. The two of them started carrying on a conversation about the email that I had sent earlier in the day. Neither one of them noticed me at all. About two minutes into the conversation Mr. Bledsole started thrusting his finger into my anus. All my holes were filled. I was hole for their cocks to rest. I was nothing. I was meaningless, I had succeeded in growing small as Alice had done in Wonderland. I was in my own Wonderland, and I loved every second of it. My pussy grew tight. Mr. Bledsole must have felt this because they only thing he said to me during the whole exchange was “If you want this job you had better not come.” It was agony. I started to moan, but Mr. Fields was finally getting bigger inside my mouth and I could barely breathe. I couldn’t stand it anymore. My pussy was ready to explode. They must have fucked me for ten agonizing minutes talking about things I didn’t even understand. Finally, Mr. Fields said. “This all sounds good Mr. Bledsole. I think I have all I need.”

“Are you sure,” said Mr. Bledsole.

“Perfectly,” said fields.

“Very good then,” said Bledsole.

At that moment both of them came inside me. Fields cock was so far into my mouth that I had no choice but to swallow. Mr. Bledsole filled me with himself and then removed his cock from my pussy and his finger from my ass. He slapped me on my ass and said. “Fix your skirt and show Mr. Fields out.” I stood up and fixed my skirt and started to walk towards the door, but again I was stopped. “Mr. Fields has had a day. I think you will need to lead him out.” I didn’t have to ask. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I didn’t even think about it. I wanted to do this for Mr. Bledsole. I slowly took Mr. Fields now shrinking cock in my hand and gently led him to the door. As I sat back down in my chair at my desk Mr. Fields cum was still dripping down my chin. My skirt was damp with the gift Mr. Bledsole had given me. My pussy was still throbbing and tight. I wanted to come, but I didn’t have permission. To my surprise Mr. Bledsole stuck his head out of the door of his office and looked directly at me.

“That will be all for today. You’ve been a good girl. Be here at the same time tomorrow.” He closed his door and never came back out. I’ll have to make sure my alarm is set tonight. I wouldn’t dream of being late for work tomorrow.