How do lawyers who lie get punished? This story will tell you. Set in Southern California, where I live, and as realistic as I can write it. Questions, comments, encouragement, all welcome. (MF, Coercion, Groping, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, Humiliation)

Previous parts: Part 1 | Part2

Lawyers Who Lie, Pt 3

Any attorney who works for me as an associate has an easy way to make $20,000, and that’s to send me an exceptional resume. That’s our referral bonus and, as you can see, it’s significant. But when you manage one of the top firms in a competitive market like Southern California you have to be willing to pay what it takes to attract top talent.

One of those exceptional resumes belonged to Priya, a young North Indian woman who had graduated at the top of her class at UCLA just a few weeks ago, and the referral had come from Naomi, one of our first year associates. Naomi had not only been a classmate with Priya at UCLA, but had known her since elementary school - they had both attended Hawthorne in Beverly Hills.

Priya was not just highly intelligent, but also exceptionally attractive. During our interview she put her hair up and wore glasses to downplay her Bollywood beauty queen looks, evidently concerned that we wouldn’t take her seriously. She then proceeded to breeze through our toughest questions on commercial leasing law and. as our meeting was wrapping up, handed me an envelope with her name on it.

“I have another position on offer, but my preference would be to work here,” Priya said. She had been born in the UK and spoke English with just the hint of an accent. “Would you please consider reviewing the terms and possibly matching them?”

“We can do that,” I told her. “You’ll hear from us by the end of the day.” She stood up to leave and I looked on with amusement as my two junior partners rushed to open the door for her and walk her to the elevator. When I was alone, I reviewed the competing offer letter that Priya had given me, and wasn’t surprised to see it was from Stanley-Dice.

Stanley, as we called them, was one of the most prestigious law firms in Los Angeles and our biggest competitor. Naturally, they were always trying to hire away our best people, and we did the same to them whenever we could, so there was no question we were going to try to match the offer. But according to the terms, it was definitely going to cost us.

“One ninety?” I said to myself. “How do they pay their starting associates one ninety? That’s crazy.” I could only imagine what their third and fifth years were making - it had to be well over two fifty.

I summoned Fiona into my office, a third year associate of mine whom we had hired from Stanley less than six months ago. Fiona was an exceptional attorney that I had recently caught in an egregious lie when she tried to hide the fact that she had been regularly masturbating at work to the point of keeping clients waiting and billing them for the time she had spent rubbing her clit.

I could have fired her on the spot, but instead came up with a punishment that was cruel but perhaps the also best thing for her - that she was no longer allowed to have any orgasms without the partners’ permission, permission that we rarely gave. And to make matters worse, I and the other partners used her sexually nearly every day, putting her on her knees or taking her as we pleased, and then more often than not, leaving her frustrated.

Fiona was young, pretty, athletic, and, for the most part, supremely confident, but today she seemed nervous when she entered my office, even a little shaken. Perhaps her punishment was harder on her than I thought it would be.

"I need you to tell me what you remember from working at Stanley-Dice,” I told her as she entered. “Anything related to compensation, raises, bonuses, benefits, etc.”

“Umm.... sure,” Fiona said, sitting down in one of my office chairs. “Whatever I can.”

“When did you start there exactly?” I asked her.

“It was August three years ago,” Fiona said. “End of August? Err... maybe the middle.”

“And your starting salary?” I asked.

“One sixty,” she said, not looking very confident. “Or was it one fifty. Wait, maybe I started July? Because I know I got a raise in August... Oh, I got a bonus. No sorry, I didn’t get one that year, I got one the next year...”

I pointed to the couch in the back of my office. “All right, Fiona, I need to talk to you over there,”

“Okay,” Fiona said, getting up and walking over, and I followed quickly. She turned to sit down and then saw me right behind her and jumped, involuntarily.

“What’s going on?” she asked, but I didn’t answer, just pushed her down on the couch, making her lie flat on her back and then holding her wrists together over her head. She resisted for just a second out of instinct, but then thought better of it and stopped.

A few weeks ago, she would have told me to fuck off and filed a harassment claim against me, or, if I had gone further, went to the police to prosecute me for sexual assault. But everything had changed for her since then and she knew that she had no choice but to do what she was told and endure the humiliation.

I continued holding her wrists down with one hand and then pushed her legs apart with the other. Then I slid my hand up along the inside of her thigh.

I had picked out a set of lace panties for her to wear at work, panties which had a small slit at the crotch that widened when she spread her legs, as she was doing now. My arm was pushing her skirt up and her pink pussy was soon completely exposed to me. Her body tensed, no doubt from her knowing that I was about to push my fingers inside her and there was nothing that she could do about it.

When I penetrated her, she moaned and gasped, and I could feel just how warm and wet she was - much more than she should have been. I pushed hard insider her and she squirmed, and then I withdrew my hand and she looked away, ashamed.

“Fiona, did you touch yourself this morning?” I asked her. “Be honest.”

“No!” she said frantically. “I swear, I didn’t! I don’t do that anymore.”

“Only me and two other people in this office are allowed to touch your slut pussy,” I told her. “And I was just with the other two for an hour in a meeting, so you had better damn well explain to me why its feels like you’ve just been fucked to a climax.”

“It was Amanda,” Fiona said, frightened. “She fingered me just a few minutes ago.”

“Go on,” I said. Amanda was my executive assistant and as intelligent and capable as any woman I’ve found. While I trusted her completely, I couldn’t think of a good reason for her to be fingering Fiona or any of my associates.

“She took me into the file room and bent me over a chair and told me it was part of my punishment,” Fiona said. “Then she lifted up my skirt and put her fingers inside me and called me a dirty little whore who loves getting abused.”

“Did she made you cum?” I asked.

“No!” Fiona said. “I wanted to though. I was so desperate. And then she said to me that you and the partners were meeting with a gorgeous Indian girl who you all wanted to fuck but couldn’t, and that whenever you were done, all of you were going to rape me until my pussy was sore, because that’s what I deserve.”

“She’s right,” I said.

“That you’re all going to rape me now?” Fiona asked nervously.

“That you deserve it,” I told her.

“I don’t understand why she was so cruel to me, ” Fiona said sullenly. “Why you all are. I do everything that I’m supposed to do. And I used to have ten orgasms a day but last week I only had three.”

“Fiona, you don’t deserve any orgasms at all,” I said.

“I couldn’t help what I did,” Fiona said. She started to sit up, but I pushed her back down, flat on her back and made sure her legs were still spread. “I know I have a problem. I need attention. I’m trying. I really am.”

“Fiona, I asked you in here to answer some simple questions about working at Stanley,” I said. “And you couldn’t even do that. You’re too distracted and unfocused.”

“I can’t help that either!” Fiona said, getting more insistent. “That’s Amanda’s fault for fingering me and saying that you were going to rape me! What do you expect from me? Please just fuck me like you’re going to do and then let me cum afterwards. I promise I’ll be fine after that.”

“Are you asking me to fuck you and then let you cum?” I said. “And then you’ll be able to concentrate?”

“Yes,” Fiona said, and then saw the angry look on my face. “No, I mean...”

“So, let me understand this, Fiona,” I said. “The job that we pay you two hundred and forty thousand dollars a year to do, you’ll only do it if your slut pussy is fucked first and then you get to play with yourself?” I asked her. “Is that what you’re saying to me right now?”

“No, please,” Fiona said anxiously. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

“You need to give me one good reason I shouldn’t strip you naked, bend you over my desk, take off my belt, and then smack your ass and your cunt until you actually can concentrate on the legal work that we pay you to do. ” I said.

“Okay,” Fiona said, looking away. “Sorry. I just thought... I just wanted... I’m sorry. Just tell me what you need.”

“You can sit up now,” I told her, and she did, taking a spot on the corner of the couch. I went over to my desk, retrieved Priya’s offer letter, and handed it to her. “We just interviewed a starting associate and this is what Stanley offered her. I thought I understand their compensation structure, but this doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Okay, “ Fiona said, and looked at the letter carefully. “What? They offered her one ninety as a starting associate? That can’t be right.”

“That’s what it says,” I said. “Look it over. I’ll be back in a second.” I left Fiona on the end of the couch reading the letter.

An executive assistant’s desk is right outside her partner’s office, and that’s where Amanda was usually seated, but she wasn’t there and didn’t come back in the few minutes that I waited. I spent a few more searching for her and finally found her in one of the small meeting rooms talking with someone from facilities about the air conditioning. Maybe he was trying to charm her - Amanda is an attractive Asian that wears short skirts - but when he saw me headed her way, he cut the conversation short, grabbed his clipboard, and disappeared, and I shut the door to speak with her privately.

“Amanda, I just saw Fiona. What happened with you two this morning?” I asked.

Amanda shrugged. “What’s to explain? Fiona’s a stuck up slut. She thinks she’s better than everyone else.”

“So that’s why you took her in the file room and fingered her?” I asked.

“No, that’s not how it started,” Amanda said, a little angry. “She said.... Look forget it. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“How did it start?” I asked her.

“Yesterday afternoon. I was outside your office door and heard you two. And I heard when she...” Amanda said. “When she....”

“When she had an orgasm,” I said.

“Yes,” Amanda said. “I wasn’t trying to listen in, but I was right by the door and she was so loud - like she was in utter ecstasy, and I don’t know what happened. Hearing her made me angry.”

“And then later, when she came out of your office, I was sitting at my desk, and she gave me this look,” Amanda continued. “She seemed so smug and satisfied, like she had just gotten everything she wanted. And I asked her if she was enjoying herself, you know, with you and the other two junior partners fucking her all the time. Being a little snarky I guess.”

“What was her answer?" I asked.

“She said it was fantastic,” Amanda said, scowling. “Like she had three new boyfriends. And she told me that she makes you happier than any other woman has and how well you always treat her.”

“Oh,” I said. “Hmm.”

“This is supposed to be punishment for her!” Amanda said. “You and the other partners using her like a sex toy. But I’m telling you that she loves the attention. And she has you wrapped around her finger. Or she acts like it, anyway.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Well, you did let her cum,” Amanda said, sullenly. “Maybe I should start lying to you too and get some of the same treatment.”

I laughed. “You don’t mean that,” I said. “So why did you tell her that we were all going to rape her? Were you trying to scare her?”

“Not just scare her,” Amanda said. “I saw a porn video where they made a woman ride one guy while she sucked off another one. And then there was a third guy who fucked her ass. If you and the other partners did that, that would teach her a fucking lesson.”

“It would,” I said.

“Oh I bet it would fucking hurt,” Amanda said, with a slight smile. “And we could even make our own video, just to watch in the office and maybe show the other girls what happens when they lie to you.”

“Like a workplace training video,” I said. “And they would have to sign a non-disclosure to keep it secret.”

“Yes!” Amanda said. “And then we would make Fiona watch the video sometimes. Just to humiliate her - watch herself getting fucked by the three of you. We would even make her masturbate to it, and that’s the only time she can ever cum! Ever!”

“Wow,” I said laughing. “That’s cold, Amanda.”

“Oh,” she said, a little sheepishly. “Sorry. Maybe I got carried away.”

“It’s fine,” I said, laughing. “Actually, it’s cute how dark your fantasies get.”

“She lied to you,” Amanda said. “She lied to everyone here. And it makes me so angry because I know how important honesty is to you. And I’m telling you that she’s enjoying this. She loves getting fucked every day. It’s not punishment.”

“Amanda, Fiona’s a proven liar,” I said. “I don’t believe a single word that comes out of her mouth and you shouldn’t either.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Amanda said.

“Sometimes its better if fantasies just stay fantasies,” I said. “But if you really want to know how she is treated, if you want to see it for yourself, I’ll show you right now. She’s in my office waiting for me.”

“Oh, wow,” Amanda said. “Yes.”

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“I want to see what you do to her,” Amanda said. “I really do.”

“Then let’s go,” I said.

When we reached my office, I looked for Fiona on the couch where she had been, but didn’t see her there. I thought that she might have left, but it turns out that I had walked right by her - in my office there is a large closet where I keep some of my private files and personal items under lock and key. But instead of that closet being locked, as it should have been, it was open, and Fiona was inside sitting on the floor and going through the firm’s confidential employee files.

“Fiona!” I shouted at her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?”

She looked at me, startled. “Oh! Sorry, I was....”

I grabbed Fiona’s wrist and pulled her out of the closet, but she was still holding on to one of the file folders. “I can explain!” she yelled. “Please!”

“Why should we believe anything you say, Fiona?” Amanda said to her.

Fiona followed me to my desk and I tried to take the file folder from her hand, but she struggled against me. “No, please! Listen to me!”

“Enough, Fiona,” I said. “I need you to take off your clothes and bend over the desk.”

“Oh no,” Fiona said, realizing what was happening. “Please, not with Amanda here.”

“Fiona, did you tell Amanda that I treat you like your boyfriend?” I asked her, practically shouting.

“Oh God,” Fiona said, realizing why I was angry with her. “No, please!”

“And that all of the partners fucking you is like having three boyfriends who all want to please you?” I asked. "What kind of message do you think that sends to everyone else?”

“I’m sorry,” Fiona said, frantic. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have told her that.”

“Do you know why I punish you instead of firing you, Fiona?” I asked her. “Because I still have some hope for you. But it’s just about gone.”

“I told another lie,” Fiona said sadly.

“I know you told a fucking lie. So tell Amanda the truth. Do we treat you like we’re your boyfriends?” I asked her, angrily.

“No,” Fiona said, weakly.

“And how do we treat you?” I asked her. “How do I treat you?”

“One partner does treat me like a girlfriend,” Fiona said. “Sort of. And the other treats me like a whore. But you’re the worst of them.”

“What does he do to you?” Amanda asked, eagerly.

“He’s casually cruel,” Fiona said, referring to me but looking down at the floor. “Dehumanizing. Like I don’t even matter to him.”

“Wow,” Amanda said.

“There’s an anal plug in my desk, bottom drawer,” I said to Amanda. “What it does is stimulate the internal clit from the other side to make it easier to cum. And plus its degrading to have something shoved up your ass.”

“I can imagine,” Amanda said.

“You won’t have to imagine,” I said. “As I said, it’s in the bottom drawer. Get the glass dildo and the leash and collar while you’re there.”

Fiona suddenly realized what I was saying. “No, please! Why does she have to be here?” she asked, desperately.

“Because you lied to her,” I said.

“She shouldn’t be here,” Fiona said, but knew that she didn’t have a choice. She started removing her clothes, first her blouse and then her skirt, and finally her lace bra and panties, and placed them carefully on the chair next to her. At this point I had seen her naked many times, but I still couldn’t help admiring her long legs and tight little ass as she took her usual position, standing thighs apart and bent over, hands on the desk and facing away from me.

Meanwhile, Amanda was going through the bottom drawer of my desk where I kept a few tools for disciplining Fiona. I am sure that she was curious about some of them, but she didn’t ask questions and returned with the black anal plug and the other items.

“You know what to do,” I told her. “And Fiona, keep those hands on the desk and your eyes forward.”

“I’ve never used one of these,” Amanda said, staring at the flared point.

“You’ll figure it out,” I said. “Fiona, just try to relax.”

“No, please, you do it,” Fiona said to me and then breathed in sharply as Amanda spread her ass and, without any warning, firmly pushed the black plug into her tight sphincter. “Oh god,” she gasped, “Fuck! That fucking hurt!” Her whole body seemed to shake for a second, but she kept her hands on the table just as she was told to.

“Was that too rough?” Amanda asked me when she finished, and the plug was firmly inside with just the round flared end visible.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “She deserves it. Turn her around and finish up.”

Amanda grabbed Fiona’s arm and whirled her around and the two women were face to face. I knew Fiona well enough to know that she had to be angry at what was happening to her, but she also didn’t want to antagonize Amanda, so she just looked down and tried to avoid eye contact, ready to take whatever punishment she was given with as much resolve as she could.

The collar was simple, just a thick leather strip with a loop and buckle attached, like a small belt that went around the neck. However, it also had a long chain attached, the kind that could be used to control an animal. Amanda fastened it around Fiona’s neck and pulled the strap tightly, just enough so that it was a little uncomfortable to breathe.

Then she pushed the helpless lawyer’s legs apart, spreading them wider, and Fiona knew what was coming next. She moaned helplessly as the glass dildo, curved to hit a particular spot, was roughly pushed between her pussy lips and forced deep inside her.

Fiona thought that punishment would end there, but Amanda didn’t stop, and instead kept fucking her with the dildo, forcing it inside her tight pussy again and again. Fiona’s hands gripped the desk tightly but she looked like she was on the verge of collapsing, and I knew how brutal those hard tempered glass dildos could be inside a woman’s sensitive anatomy.

“All right,” I said, moving closer to her in case she did collapse. “That’s good for now.”

Fiona leaned weakly against the desk, trying to recover for a moment, and then felt the pull from her collar -- I had the leash in my hand and was guiding her. “Let’s go,” I said, and walked her slowly back to the couch at the back of my office, and sat her down.

“Fiona,” I told her. “We’re going to play the game.”

Her eyes widened with fear, but she said nothing and just nodded weakly in response. She seemed on the verge of tears.

“What’s the game?” Amanda asked. She had pulled up a chair to the couch but I motioned for her to sit at the other end.

“I’ll explain it, but you’ll need to hold her arms down,” I said.

“Okay,” Amanda said. Fiona knew that there was nothing she could do and lay on her back with her arms up and outstretched, and Amanda took a seat on the sofa behind her, holding her wrists firmly against the cushion.

“It’s simple,” I said. “We put the glass dildo inside her, along with the anal plug that’s already there, and then rub her clit for a few minutes - we don’t tell her how long exactly. And if she has an orgasm, I spank her clit and her pussy as hard as I can while she’s still cumming.”

“Seriously?” Amanda said. “That’s ... wow! I bet that fucking hurts.”

“Does it hurt, Fiona?” I asked her, and the helpless girl just looked away and whimpered.

“What happens if she wins... if she doesn’t cum?” Amanda asked.

“That’s never happened,” I said. “She always cums and then takes the spanking. But maybe today will be different.”

Amanda got up for a second, releasing Fiona’s wrists, and went to fetch the glass dildo which was still on my desk. When she returned I took it from her and gave it to Fiona, who pressed the head against her wet slit and slowly pushed it in. She winced as it went inside her, but more from discomfort than pain as her pussy was already wet from before.

Once it was as deep as it could get, she stretched her arms back over her head and Amanda took her wrists again, and I moved my fingers to her clit, rubbing it in tiny semicircles with just the right amount of pressure. She clenched her fists and started to squirm.

“It doesn’t look like she’s going to last out very long,” Amanda said, and she was right - it didn’t look promising. Fiona was already making low moans and squeezing her legs together desperately, and it hadn’t even been thirty seconds.

“You better not fucking cum, Fiona,” I told her. “Not without my permission.”

I pushed harder with my fingers, not sure if that would help her or hurt her, and and she gasped, desperate for release, but still trying to withstand as best she could. “Hold out, Fiona,” I told her. “Don’t you dare cum.”

I checked the clock on the wall, and the second hand had swept around - it had been a minute and thirty seconds. Fiona was struggling against Amanda, who was still holding her wrists, desperate to get away from the pressure of my fingers pressing against her clit, the sensation made more intense with both the dildo and the anal plug inside of her. “Oh God...”, she whispered. “No more... please...”

“She’ll never make it,” Amanda said, but in fact, Fiona had held out longer than I had expected her to, and the second hand had swept around again - it was just over two and a half minutes. “Let me go... Please let me go...” , Fiona begged me, but if anything, I just increased the speed and pressure.

At two minutes and thirty seconds, which was longer than she had ever lasted, I did something that I had never done before in the game. I put my mouth on her breast and squeezed her nipple with my lips and my tongue, sucking on it hard. I don’t often suck a girl’s nipples, but I wanted to see if she could handle it or would just explode with an orgasm, and I was ready to brutally smack her pussy if it happened.

“No! Don’t!” Fiona shrieked as I sucked hard, and her hips gyrated wildly, and I was sure that she was going to have her climax then and there. She was struggling against us, and if I hadn’t had my weight on her, it would have been impossible to keep her on the sofa, and Amanda just laughed at how desperate Fiona had become.

“Here it comes,” Amanda said. But somehow Fiona held out, and the second hand swept around again, marking three and a half minutes. She had her eyes closed tightly and was no longer squirming, now seemingly resigned to the constant pressure and stimulation on her clit, and yet somehow no longer in danger of immediate orgasm. While not exactly calm, she was no longer desperate and manic like she had been.

At the four minute mark, I stopped playing with her clit and nodded to Amanda, who let go of her arms, and Fiona jerked them away with just a hint of anger and pride. “You didn’t make me cum without your permission. You couldn’t force me,” Fiona said.

“Good,” I said. “You’re finally learning to control yourself.”

“You said it was a game,” Fiona said. “What do I win?”

“Permission to cum while you ride my cock,” I said. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Fiona said, sitting up and then straddling me, still completely naked. I was still clothed, so she clung to me for a moment and then started unbuttoning my shirt, pausing to kiss my neck every few seconds.

“Wait,” Amanda said. “Fiona, why were you in the file closet just now?”

“Those offer letters are fakes,” Fiona said, almost absent-mindedly. She had all of my buttons undone and my shirt open and was pushing it down, past my shoulders, trying to take it off.

“Fakes?” I said, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Can we talk later?” Fiona said. “Please? I need it.” But I pushed her off of me, and she could tell from my expression that I had no intention of waiting for an explanation.

“Okay, fine,” Fiona said. “Three years ago, when Naomi was hired, she also said that she had a job offer from Stanley-Dice, and I found the letter in the files. It was identical to the letter that Priya gave you. Both are fakes.”

“Seriously?” Amanda said, equally surprised. “They both gave you fake offer letters from a competing firm? These fucking lawyers!”

“Where are the letters?” I asked, and Fiona, still irritated that she wasn’t getting fucked as promised, pointed to my desk. Amanda hurried over and retrieved them both.

“Show me,” I told Fiona, who practically moved into my lap.

“Both of these letters have the same mistakes,” Fiona said. “The Stanley-Dice firm logo is the wrong size, the address has the old suite number, and it doesn’t have the COO’s signature, just the name partner’s. Also... “

“No start date either,” I said, finishing her sentence. “Shit. And you know what? Naomi’s fake letter must have cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars in raises."

“Why so much?” Amanda asked.

“Because we try to pay our associates the same amount,” I said. “So when the associate with the least seniority gets a raise, we end up giving everyone raises. Back then we had thirteen associates, and with an average increase of twenty or thirty thousand per associate, that’s about three hundred thousand dollars.”

“Damn,” Amanda said. “All that money wasted because of a lie.”

“That money wasn’t wasted,” Fiona said bitterly. “It went to the associates! And we earn every penny.”

“You didn’t earn anything! You were just playing with your pussy!” Amanda said. “And then you billed our clients for it!”

“I know I did!” Fiona said. “And I’m getting punished for it. I do everything that I’m told to do. Aren’t you happy that I found out Priya’s offer letter was a fake? And what if I hadn’t said anything? Then you would have hired her and given everyone a raise, including me, and had another liar working here. So I just saved the firm money and lost a raise. Everyone should be thanking me and instead I’m just getting punished more.”

“I’m not going to thank you for doing your job, Fiona,” I said. “But I do appreciate it. Even so, we’re going to hire Priya anyway.”

“Seriously?” Amanda said, shocked. “Why would we hire another liar?”

“Because she’s a damn good lawyer,” I said. “We can’t lose her to Stanley. So as far as anyone outside this room is concerned, those offer letters are real.”

“So now we’re liars too,” Amanda said. “Unbelievable.”

“Keeping something confidential isn’t the same as lying,” I said. “Anyway, we need to dig into this more before we do anything. Fiona, you still know people at Stanley, right? Let’s see if we can get some proof from them.”

“Yes, I can talk to them,” Fiona said. “But what about cumming on your cock?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I have work to do.”

“But I won the game!” Fiona said, clinging to me once again. “You said I would get permission to cum!”

“Wow,” Amanda said. “She’s such a desperate little slut.”

“She’s like an animal,” I said. And I grabbed the chain of the leash so Fiona couldn’t move and pulled her face class to mine, my eyes staring right into hers. Then I slid my hand between her legs.

“What are you doing?” Fiona asked me, frightened.

“Let’s show Amanda how I treat you,” I told her.

“Fuck,” Fiona said softly, and she knew what was coming. Within seconds, I was undressed - pulling off my pants and boxers, and tossing them on the floor. And then once I was fully naked, I pounced on Fiona, pushing her down into the cushions.

She reflexively tried to push me off but I was already on top of her and a lot stronger, and she couldn’t get away. I was able to hold down both of her arms with one of mine, and despite her struggling, position myself between her legs. Her body squirmed underneath mine and it made my cock instantly hard.

“Get off me!” she said as we struggled, but I ignored her, as it was all instinctual resistance that I had seen many times before. We both knew that she would be overpowered, and she struggled for a few moments more while I pinned her down and grabbed her ass with one hand and my cock with the other, and there was nothing she could do, and then I was forcing myself into her, into her tight wet pussy and I felt the rush of power and excitement when she gasped as she was roughly penetrated.

Fiona moaned desperately, no longer fighting back, just engulfed in pleasure - she had been ready to fuck, desperate even, and even though control had been taken from her, her body couldn’t help but respond. I held down her wrists and fucked her harder and harder, each thrust forcing myself inside her and punishing her. I didn’t need to look over at Amanda to know that she would still be watching eagerly, and I knew that she wanted to see Fiona take the worst that I could give her.

I couldn’t last long, not at this rate, but I still needed to humiliate her and degrade her even more than I had. “Say it, slut. Fucking say it!” I said angrily, and she knew exactly what I wanted from her.

“Use me and hurt me,” Fiona said.

“Say it you fucking liar,” I said coldly, and squeezed her breast hard, and I knew it had to hurt.

“Use me and hurt me!” Fiona said again, louder, almost frantic. “Please just use me and hurt me!”

“Why?” I asked her.

“Because I deserve it,” Fiona said. “I fucking deserve it all.”

She knew what I needed to finish and grabbed my butt with both of her hands and pulled me into her and wrapped her legs around me while I forced myself deep into her again and again, and I came right away. We were so close to each other that I knew she could feel every spasm and twitch of my cock as it pulsed inside her, flooding her poor punished cunt with my sperm. Her hand moved up to my back and she squeezed me tightly.

“Get the towel from my desk please,” I said to Amanda as I pushed myself off Fiona. At first she didn’t seem to even notice me talking to her, but then snapped back to attention.

“Okay,” she said, and went to find it. Fiona was still lying just where I had left her, completely exhausted, and her hand was between her legs, on her clit, starting to rub it so that she could finally get the orgasm that she was desperate for. And I pushed it away.

“No,” I told her. “You don’t have permission.”

“What?” Fiona said, looking at me, surprised. “But you said...”

“I know what I said, but I changed my mind,” I said. “You can go sit in the fucking corner and touch yourself.”

“Okay,” Fiona said, getting up to go, but I took her leash in my hands and stopped her before she could get anywhere.

“Now what?” she asked me, naked and confused. “You just said...”

“I said you could sit in the corner and make yourself cum,” I told her. “But not right now. I have work to do. Come back later.”

“No... Please, I’m sorry,” Fiona said anxiously. “I’m sorry for what I said to Amanda about you treating me like a boyfriend. I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for struggling so much. I’m sorry for everything! Please just let me cum now!”

“No,” I told her. “After work today. And say thank you for even letting you cum at all today.”

“All right,” Fiona said, resigned to her fate. “Thank you. I’ll come back then.”

Amanda was back with the towel, and I cleaned my cum and Fiona’s juices off my cock while Fiona stood there and waited patiently. “Also you need to bill more hours, Fiona,” I told her as I was getting dressed. “You’re starting to fall behind the other associates.”

“Okay,” Fiona said, quietly. “I will.”

“Clean yourself up,” I said, tossing her the used towel. She did, as best she could, and then took her clothes from Amanda and put them on in silence, and finally left without a word.

“She gets used three times a day,” Amanda said after Fiona had left . “How is she supposed to bill any hours?”

I shrugged. “Well, she should still try her best.”

“Does she always say that?” Amanda asked. “Use me and hurt me?”

“I make her say that to humiliate her and degrade her,” I said. “Why do you ask?”

“I think she might have liked that part,” Amanda said.

“Seriously?” I said. “You really think a woman wants to be treated like that?”

“Some do,” Amanda said. “They fantasize about it.”

“You mean like women who were abused?” I said.

“No,” Amanda said, frowning. “Okay, yes, probably. But other women too.”

“Maybe she just wants what she deserves,” I said. “Or just likes the attention.”

“Maybe that’s it,” Amanda said. “And also I wanted to apologize for lying earlier," Amanda said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“This morning, when I told Fiona that you and the partners were going all rape her after your interview with Priya,” Amanda said. “When I was fingering her. I guess I was lying to her.”

“Oh, that wasn’t a lie,” I said.

“It wasn’t? Why not?” Amanda asked, surprised.

“Lies are false statements intended to deceive,” I said. “But your statement was about the future, which means that at the time it was made, it couldn’t be either true or false. And if its not false, it’s not a lie.”

“Oh,” Amanda said. “I guess that makes sense. But suppose I did lie? Would I be punished? Maybe spanked and fingered?”

“No.” I said.

“Really?” Amanda frowned. “Why not?”

“You’re not an attorney,” I explained. “You don’t have the same ethical obligations that we do.”

“Hmm,” Amanda said. “Okay.”

“Could you do me a favor?” I asked her. “Could you let Priya know that she’ll get a matching offer from us by the end of the day? And also let Naomi know that she’ll get her referral bonus as soon as Priya starts.”

“I can’t believe we’re still hiring her even after you found out the offer letters were fakes. And not even good ones,” Amanda said. “These lawyers think they can get away with anything.”

“They were good fakes,” I said. “And it’s a good scam. In fact, it may be illegal for us to discuss employment offers and starting salaries with Stanley - we could even be prosecuted for an anti-trust violation and industry collusion. The DOJ just sent out some guidance about that.”

“Are you serious?” Amanda said. “They lie and we get in trouble?”

“It’s very possible. So Naomi and Priya are smart and we definitely don’t want to underestimate them. That’s why we need to take our time,” I said.

“As long as they get what they deserve,” Amanda said.

“Count on it,” I said, and walked her back to her desk.