How does a lawyer who lies get punished? This story will tell you. Set in Southern California, where I live, and it feels like a true story because... I wrote it that way. Questions, comments, encouragement, all welcome. (Note: NSFW, non-con, flogging, humiliation)

Lawyers Who Lie, Pt 1

California has about 40 million people and 266,000 attorneys, which, if you do the math, means that about one in every 150 people is a lawyer. I’m one of those attorneys, and its tough because there’s so many of us chasing the same kinds of high dollar cases, trying to get rich off assholes suing each other.

The only thing that sets me apart is my reputation for winning, and for doing it honestly and fairly. It’s not easy - there’s always the temptation to shade the truth or to bend the rules, but that’s just not who I am. And because of my reputation, I have clients desperate to hire me and a legion of young lawyers eager to work for me and learn from me, and I’ve learned to hire only the best.

My office is in a building in south Beverly Hills with northern views, and on a clear day you can see the mountains and the Hollywood sign in the distance, and when I came into work that morning, my Asian assistant, Amanda, was standing by the window enjoying the scenery. She was attractive to the point of being distracting, but I’m a professional and that wasn’t a line I was going to cross.

“Good morning,” I said, but she didn’t reply, just walked past me and closed my office door quietly, and then sat on the couch across from my desk and motioned me over. I put my laptop bag on the table and then sat beside her.

Amanda leaned in to talk to me. “All the people here --- they’re fucking liars. How do you stand it?”

“Amanda, let me tell you something,” I said. “Despite what people think, law is an honest profession. Attorneys are not allowed to make false statements.”

Amanda looked at me skeptically. “Don’t lawyers lie for their clients?”

“No they, don’t. At least they’re not supposed to,” I said. “As a licensed attorney, I’m an officer of the court, and I take that very seriously.”

“What happens to people who do lie?” Amanda asked.

“An attorney who lies to their client or the courts can get fined and sanctioned and maybe even lose their license,” I said. ”They can’t lie to other attorneys either, or that’s misconduct.”

Amanda shook her head. “I’m telling you, your people lie all the time. I see it every day. Little things, big things, everything.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Where do I start?” Amanda said. "Greg says he owns his own place, but I’ve heard him talking to his landlord. Peyton said she was sick but she was in Mexico. Eli says he’s been to France, but he’s also never had a passport.”

“Peyton wasn’t sick?” I asked, interrupting her. “We almost lost the Caltrans lawsuit when she couldn’t make that hearing.”

“I know,” Amanda said. “And she’s engaged and also has a boyfriend and they don’t even know about each other. Lying to them too. She’s such a slut. Then her boyfriend surprised her with a trip to Mexico but she had the hearing ...”

“I get it. Jesus,” I said. “Our firm filed an emergency attorney substitution.”

“She’s a selfish bitch,” Amanda said. “But they all are. And it makes me so angry because I know how honest you are.”

“Get Peyton in here,” I said. “Right now.”

Peyton was a second-year associate, recruited from USC just over a year ago, and at 26 was one of the younger associates and had the unshakable confidence of someone who had grown up rich and pretty. She strode into my office, smiled at me, and even did a hair flip before oozing into the chair across from me. “What can I do for you?” she said, smiling.

“You look like you’re feeling better,” I said.

Peyton frowned and pouted a little. “A little better,” she said. “I may have to leave early for a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“To see your boyfriend?” I asked her.

“Boyfriend?” Peyton said laughing. “I’m getting married ...”

I stared at her coldly, and she got the hint.

“Fuck,” she said. “Look, I’m sorry....”

“You’re just sorry that you got caught.” I said.

“I know it was stupid,” Peyton said, and her eyes were instantly full of tears. “I’m really sorry. It’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“A police officer told me once that whenever men get caught, they run or fight,” I said. “But the women? They lie and they cry.”

She sighed angrily. “So what now?”

“We filed a false statement with the court on your behalf,” I said. “So that’s it. We’ll fire you, you’ll lose your law license, and we’ll sue you for damages.”

“Amanda told you, right?” Peyton said. “Fucking snitch.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “This conversation is over. Pack your shit and leave.”

“Wait... “ Peyton said . “I have eighteen thousand in cash in my car? You can have it, okay? I can get it right now.”

“Eighteen thousand cash? How?” I asked in disbelief.

“My boyfriend just has a lot of cash,” Peyton said. “From his business.”

“And its in your car?” I asked. “Right now?”

Peyton shrugged. “And look, we can do whatever.”

“With the money?” I asked, confused.

“No, I mean with me,” Peyton said, looking down at the ground. “Stuff your wife won’t do.”

“I’m divorced,” I said.

“Okay,” Peyton said. “Well, some guys say I’m pretty. And I’ve always really liked you.”

“Lock the door and come here,” I said, trying to hide my anger. “To this side of the desk.”

She got up from her chair, and I caught a hint of a smirk on her face that she quickly hid. She locked the door and then seconds later was on her knees in front of me.

“I think I know what you want,” Peyton said with an eager smile, as I started taking off my belt. “I’m really good at this.”

Once my belt was off, I stood her up. At first she was confused when I bent over over the desk, but then she understood. “No... please...”, she said struggling, but I was a lot stronger. Then I stripped off her skirt and panties and tossed them onto the floor, exposing her legs and small pink pussy, and my belt was gripped tightly in my hand.

I struck her ass and pussy as hard as I possibly could, and at the same time put my hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. Her struggling stopped - now she was just shaking and trembling, terrified.

“You manipulative little bitch,” I told her. “You know you deserve so much worse.” I smacked her again with the belt, and her knees buckled to the point where I had to push her up onto the desk to stop her from falling.

“That’s two,” I said. “We’ll stop at ten if you’re quiet and behave. Nod if you understand.”

When she didn’t say anything, I shoved two fingers inside her tight pussy and her body stiffened and she let out a tiny squeal. Then she nodded quickly.

I took my hand away from her mouth and then spread her legs further apart. I hit her again, furious and trying to inflict as much pain as I could, and she couldn’t hold back the tears any more.

“Do you have anything to say?” I asked her.

“I’m sorry,” Peyton said, sobbing. “God, I’m so sorry.”

I hit her again, and the sound of the belt smacking her ass was so loud that it echoed in my office. “What are you, Peyton?” I asked her.

“I’m a bitch,” she said. “A lying bitch.”

“A manipulative lying bitch,” I said, and before she could repeat the words, just hit her again and again, marking her upper thighs, ass, and pussy while she sobbed uncontrollably. I didn’t stop at ten strokes, and instead just smacked her over and over, and whenever it looked like she was about to pass out from the pain, I fingered her tight cunt roughly to keep her awake.

“I hope it fucking hurts,” I said, as I collapsed into my chair, exhausted from both the effort and my own anger.

The office door opened suddenly, and it was Amanda. She must have used her own key. For a minute she just stared at the two of us in disbelief, not knowing what to say. Then she closed the door quickly behind her and locked it again.

“Holy shit,” Amanda said. “You just spanked her ass. I can’t believe it.”

“I can’t either,” I said, and I really couldn’t. I had just been so angry in the moment at Peyton lying to my face and then thinking she could get out of it by sucking me off.

“And it was loud,” Amanda said. “I think everyone in the office heard.”

“Good,” I said. “I hope it was educational.” Amanda giggled in response.

“Peyton,” I said, and the helpless girl looked at me weakly, still sobbing softly. “As soon as you can walk, take Amanda down to the car and give her that money you were talking about.”

“Okay,” Peyton said, barely able to speak.

“And then in tomorrow’s staff meeting, you’re going to tell everyone what you did and how you were punished,” I said. “Then you’re going to get on your fucking knees in front of everyone and eat Amanda’s pussy.”

Amanda giggled again. “Are you serious? At the staff meeting?”

“You understand why we need to make an example of you, right?” I said, and Peyton nodded quietly and wiped a few tears away. I motioned Amanda over, handed her the belt, and Peyton started sobbing again.

“She also said she wanted to suck my cock,” I told Amanda.

“Stupid little slut,” Amanda said and smacked Peyton’s ass as hard as she could, and the loud crack of the belt against her ass echoed in the room again and again. Peyton shrieked again so Amanda grabbed the poor girl’s panties off the floor and stuffed them into her mouth.

“That’s enough punishment,” I said after a dozen or so strokes, and took my belt back, fastening it around my waist. “She has work to do.”

“Punishment?” Amanda said. “No, I think she enjoyed it.”

Peyton was still bent over the desk, so I stood her up and turned her around to face me and stuck my two fingers inside her again and put my thumb on her clit. She shuddered and gasped involuntarily and then looked away, embarrassed

“What did I tell you?” Amanda said. “She’s fucking desperate.”

I removed my hand from Peyton’s cunt and stuck my fingers in her mouth so that she could lick them clean. When she was finished, she reached for her panties, which had fallen from her mouth and lay on the desk, but I stopped her.

“Leave them,” I said. And she did, putting on her skirt, and doing her best to stand with her legs closed so that it wasn’t obvious that she had nothing on underneath.

“She said eighteen thousand in cash,” I said to Amanda. “Make sure that she gives you all of it.”

Amanda nodded. “Thank you,” she said.

“You earned it, Amanda,” I said. “Let me know what else you find out.”

“I will,” she said. I watched the two gorgeous women leave my office, and then opened my email app and started writing.

I want to remind everyone in this firm that dishonesty will not be tolerated, and that rules are meaningless without effective discipline and punishment. Please see me if you have any questions or concerns.

I clicked send, sat back in my chair and enjoyed the view for a few minutes, and then got back to work.