I look through my open office door and notice that she's late again, just like every day this week - forty minutes this time. As long as they are producing results, I try hard to cut my team a little slack, but this is getting extremely annoying. I've asked nicely a couple of times if she can try to get to work on time, but obviously the message just hasn't sunk in. I decide that I need to set her straight about what she needs to do if she wants to keep working here. I stand up and stride through to the open plan office outside. She is chatting to one of the other members of the team, apparently unconcerned at the fact that not only is she late for her own work but is now disrupting others. This is not what I would expect from a graduate hire, never mind a supposed professional in her early thirties.
"Sam, can I have a quick word?" I say, my tone even but with a definite edge. As a rule, I try not to embarrass my employees, but this kind of thing could easily have a knock on effect on the others. She rolls her eyes a little, I feel a surge of annoyance in my chest - the little bitch! She saunters casually across to my office. Even in my irritated state, there's something beautiful about the way her body moves under the plain white blouse and black skirt she's wearing today. As she passes me and enters my office, I can't help but admire her curvaceous ass. I catch a glimpse of a sinuous tattoo along her shoulder at the neckline of her blouse, and my heart beats a little faster. She may be a jumped up little slut, but she's undeniably attractive.
I walk into the office and close the door, and see that she's sat down in the chair facing my desk without an invitation - no manners I think, my irritation starting to blossom into some other feeling I can't fully define, a mix of annoyance and lust. Part of me wants to slap her across the face. I attempt to push the feeling to one side, and sit down on my chair, leaning back slightly in an attempt to provide the appearance of relaxation, one that I certainly do not feel inside.
"Sorry I was late" she says, but there is no sincerity in the apology. "My car wouldn't start again." She idly flicks her dyed-black hair as she says this.
"It was the car today, your cat was sick yesterday, and I can't even remember what the excuse was the day before." I respond. "I'm starting to think you aren't invested in your job here."
"Well, like I said, it was my car this time. What else do you want me to say?" She rolls her eyes slightly and there is a sneer in her voice and smirk upon her ruby lipsticked mouth as she says this. She starts to stand up without being dismissed.
I feel something inside me boil over. I've not worked my way up in this company over the last twenty years to have this little bitch treat me like that.
"Sit down!" I say in a violent whisper, as a startled look crosses her face. She lowers her body back to the chair, apparently too surprised to give one of her usual catty comebacks. I stand, a quiet fury bubbling in the base of my chest. I cross to the door and lock it behind us and turn towards her. She has swiveled the chair towards me, and there is a look of shock, with an edge of fear, upon her face.
"You can't talk to me..." she begins, and I stride towards her and deliver a sharp slap to her face. I mean this to surprise her, not hurt her, but there is still the bright red imprint of my hand across her pale skin. I am as shocked as she is - I've not struck anyone since I last argued with my brother as a kid. There is a deep pleasure in the shock though - I've finally managed to show this little slut who is the boss here. I feel a wave of warm pressure across my groin, and my cock stiffens a little.
"What the f..." she begins again, and I slap her with my other hand across her other cheek, again intending to shock not hurt, but leaving a mark nonetheless. This time her mouth drops open in surprise, her eyes wide behind her slutty eyelash extensions. My cock pulses a little and grows harder in response to this.
I wait a few seconds before saying "are you finished?" She simply nods once in response. "I've had enough of your selfish behavior, young lady." I continue "You think you can flounce in here whenever you want, disrupt the rest of the team and still get paid. I don't care that you know the boss well enough to get a job here - you have to earn your place." She nods again, eyes still wide, face slightly pale apart from her still pink cheeks.
"I think you need to learn a bit of discipline." As I say this, I pull her up off of the chair. She is much smaller and lighter than I am, and although she squirms in my grasp, I easily bend her across my desk, papers scattering as she leans forward. I slide her black skirt down her legs and past her feet, throwing them to the side. This reveals a pair of practical red cotton panties, which I also slide off her and discard. I can now see the pale curve of her ass. Her little brown star of an asshole is in clear view, and I can see a glimpse of smooth, shaven pussy between her legs. She is still now, her arms stretched forward to grasp the opposite side of the desk. Her eyes are still wide, but there is an air of anticipation about her now - now excitement exactly but more of a sense of willing surrender.
