With that final statement lingering in Zoe's mind, Lydia stopped the car in her parking space and got out, picking her briefcase out of the boot then slamming it shut as Zoe levered herself out of the low seat. Zoe trailed in Lydia's wake across the tarmac of the car park and then up the steps to the rear of the shop where her mistress inserted her key into the door and opened it before keying in the alarm code on the panel just inside.
"My office, slave, now! Bend over the desk with your knickers round your ankles and your skirt up!" Lydia commanded, smiling slightly at the look of complete shock that swept over her submissive's face. Without demur, Zoe trailed along the corridor up towards Lydia's office and her mistress closed the back door and followed, trying not to feel too happy that her slave had passed another test. After all, it was easy to be obedient in the security and comfort of a private house. Now there was more risk involved as one of the other staff might arrive early and catch them...or so Zoe thought. Lydia knew better though as she had a little bell that rang in her office whenever someone did come in through the back of the shop.
Lydia set her briefcase down by the side of her desk then walked round and smoothed her palm over Zoe's bare bottom flesh, feeling the girl flinch slightly at her touch.
"I imagine that you never received any corporal punishment at school. I, though, went to school when it was still permissible to chastise pupils properly...with a cane, a slipper or, if a teacher wished, the ruler. As I have one of those in my desk, I think I will use it now to remind you how to address me in future when we are travelling back and forth to work together. Hopefully, the stripes on your bottom cheeks and the pain every time that you sit down or move around today will help cement politeness to your mistress into your brain!"
Zoe's eyes widened in fear as Lydia leant over and extracted a ruler from the top drawer of her desk. It was not a simple plastic, flexible one but an old-fashioned wooden one with a brass edge. A second later and it was rubbing gently back and forth over Zoe's shivering skin, making her shudder at the expectation of pain. Lydia lifted the heavy wooden ruler slowly then brought it down sharply, relishing the sight of her victim's arse cheeks flexing under the impact while a loud crack echoed round the room, followed an instant later by a muted grunt of pain as the sting shot through Zoe's body.
"Two dozen should be just right, I think," Lydia announced as she whipped the ruler down again and Zoe swallowed hard and clenched her buttocks tightly, wincing as pain raced through her flesh once more. Just two gone and already her bottom felt bruised and battered. What would it feel like after the rest? Zoe gripped the other side of the desk hard, knuckles whitening, and fought against the waves of pain that washed through her senses as the ruler struck time and time again until finally the last stroke had been awarded.
"Kiss it and say thank you to me and then you may pull your knickers up and go and do some work," stated Lydia coldly, pushing the wooden ruler in front of Zoe's face abruptly. Zoe complied, blushing with shame as her lips met the slight warmth of the wood. Then she hurried out of the office and went into the workshop to continue working on some new designs.
The morning flew by, Zoe found. For some reason, and she found herself intrigued by the possibility that it was her aching bottom cheeks, she came up with some interesting and original designs. Her pencil danced over the paper and she was hardly aware of time passing or the curious looks shot at her bent figure as she crouched over the pad of paper on her table. Andrea frowned slightly as her greeting was totally ignored but she could see the look of total concentration on Zoe's face and noticed that it was not even disturbed when Dave dropped a heavy box on the floor just a few yards away. Sketch after sketch tumbled out of Zoe's mind and onto the paper and she only stopped when she felt the faint tickle of sweet, hot breath on her neck as Lydia bent over and observed, "What excellent designs, Zoe. Something must have made you feel extra creative this morning. Going to tell me what it was?"
"She must have had three Weetabix, I reckon," remarked Andrea. "Been beavering away all morning without even stopping for a teabreak."
"Obviously on a hot streak then. Come into my office and bring your designs with you, Zoe, and we will have a look before you go off to lunch."
Picking up the sheets of paper which she had drawn on, Zoe followed Lydia along the corridor and into her office. Every step sent an ache or pang of pain through her bottom cheeks and she tried not to show that on her face, fearful that one of the other staff would notice. Lydia closed the door firmly behind Zoe and then said, "I think that I will have to use that ruler on your bottom every day in future just to make sure that your work is top quality. It seems to have inspired you. Perhaps it got your creative juices flowing?"
Zoe blushed, knowing that her panties were damp with a different sort of juice. Lydia smiled at her submissive's red face then ordered her to kneel before lifting her skirt and sliding her own panties to one side to reveal the salmon-pink lips of her slit.
"Must be time for you to have a drink as Andrea told me that you did not stop for a tea break!"
Falling to her knees, Zoe felt her face flame with shame and embarrassment along with fright. What if someone came in? Everyone knew that Lydia hated to be disturbed when her office door was shut but it could happen. Her heartbeat quickened as Lydia moved forward until the softness of her pussy lips was touching Zoe's lips. Zoe opened wide almost automatically, trained already to accept her mistress' golden offering. There was a tiny delay and then the flood poured out, filling her mouth swiftly until she gulped it down, trying not to spill any of the precious liquid. The golden shower seemed to last for ever and even as she gulped it down, Zoe's senses were on red alert for any footsteps or sounds outside. All stayed quiet though and eventually Lydia's flow slowed down to a trickle then a few droplets until she finished by grinding her wetness over her slave's eager mouth and nose.
"Good girl, Zoe. Now you may go to lunch while I look at all these designs and decide which ones will sell well."
Even after her lunch, a cheese sandwich and a cup of tea in the nearest little café, Zoe could still taste the slight tang of her mistress' essence lingering at the back of her throat. She smiled as she walked back to work, loving the feeling of being owned, of belonging to someone body and soul. A week ago and she would have been horrified at such thoughts...and at such deeds, she realised. Now all she could do was to think about what had happened and what was likely to happen in the future while she remained with her mistress. What other perverse pleasures and pains would Lydia inflict upon her willing body? A shiver of terrified anticipation rushed through her and dark thoughts remained in her mind all through the long afternoon serving on the shop counter.
