Hey all - Here's a standalone women-spanking-men femdom office-themed thing, with some foot worship stuff thrown in. Foot worship stuff is earlier on, spanking content is a bit later, and the humiliation stuff is all throughout. It's all fantasy, everyone is over 18 years old, and if it feels like it's mocking corporate America in some ways, I certainly hope it does. And while it's just fantasy...let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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Andrew made his way toward the office that had once been his, the coffee Raquel had asked for in one hand, her car keys and the printout from the day's work in the other. He paused when he saw Raquel was on the phone, and stepped away from the door. Oftentimes she didn't want him in the office if she was talking with a customer or anyone else.
He stood just outside the door panting. It was more than 100 degrees outside and with the air conditioning broken, the building's fifth floor was an oven.
"Yeah," she said to whoever was on the other end of the line. "Yeah sure. Yeah, we can do a social media push I'm looking at...I think August-September would be great. Yeah, there's definitely people I can put you in touch with here who can get that going for you."
She snapped her fingers and Andrew looked up, almost dropped the iced coffee as he did. Raquel gestured for him to come into the office, pointed at a chair in front of her desk. Andrew swallowed and stepped inside.
He sat down and she took the coffee from him, then took a sip and kept her eyes on the computer screen in front of her while she typed a few unknown words out, still on the phone too.
"Mmmmkay, yeah," she said. "Well tell you what, Mr. Paolini, I think we can make that work. I'll have someone from my office in touch with you after the long weekend, how does that sound?"
There was a pause and Raquel gave a laugh.
"You as well, happy Fourth of July," she said, and then hung up and turned to Andrew, sitting in the chair at her desk.
"Thanks for the coffee," Raquel said, and sipped it, fanned herself in the stale, unmoving air. "God, it's so fucking hot in here. You moved my car so I won't get a ticket?"
Andrew nodded. He had. She'd left her running shoes and a pair of old socks in the car baking in the triple digit heat; the whole car had reeked of her feet the entire time he scoured downtown Acidalia for a new spot.
"Good," Raquel said. "And I know I've asked you this a million times, but you booked the cabin for my boyfriend and me up at Lake Artemis right?"
*My boyfriend and me* Andrew thought, and he hoped the pang of jealousy he felt skewer his gut didn't show on his face. He'd never said anything to Raquel about his crush on her, but he was pretty sure she had felt the same way about him too, just based on some of their flirtier back and forth conversations at work.
But that had, of course, been before the demotion. And before this boyfriend too.
"Yes Raquel," Andrew said. "It's booked from tonight -- Thursday -- through Sunday."
"Perfect," she said, and took her car keys from the desk. "And you'll be working tomorrow, right? I want you here at 7:30 a.m., no later. You still have that list of projects I gave you that I want done by Sunday?"
Andrew nodded. It was a list of some of the most mind-numbing, time-consuming tasks at Hussar Marketing Strategies. The kind of thing they usually gave to the interns.
Except, of course, at least one of those interns -- Triana -- had now been promoted over Andrew.
"Perfect," Raquel said. She sipped the coffee again. "I should be out of here in maybe a half hour or so, and after that I'll be out of pocket until Monday morning. But you're working until seven, right, your usual?"
"Yes Raquel," Andrew said.
He, of course, wouldn't get paid for anything he did past 5 p.m. But there was no way he'd be able to do everything Raquel and Triana had already given him if he didn't stay that late -- which was, indeed, his new usual, at least since The Demotion.
And if he didn't get all of that done, then he knew full well they could bring it up to Eloise. And he did *not* want them to bring it up to Eloise.
Raquel nodded. "I think that's pretty much -- oh, we didn't talk about your performance review for the week and any punishment we might need. I..."
She paused, squinted at the clock on her computer screen. Andrew's gut went cold.
"I think we're just going to do that next week," Raquel said. "And we'll just combine any of the things you messed up this week with next week. And this weekend counts, even though you'll be the only one here. That means if you're late any of those three days, it's going to contribute to the spanking next Friday. Understand?"
Andrew nodded. "Yes Raquel."
"Although...you did pretty well last week right?" Raquel asked, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "I don't even think we had to punish you, did we? That means this is, what, two weeks in a row without a spanking? You must be very glad about that."
She laughed. Andrew swallowed hard. He was very glad about that.
"I just...I saw Triana wore the shoes today, so I..." Andrew shrugged.
Raquel waited a moment and then burst out laughing. "Oh that's hilarious. That's so adorable. The shoes she always spanks you with, you mean? This is some Pavlov's dog shit."
Andrew nodded again. He knew the shoes all too well, an old pair of strappy sandals with a hard sole that left burning, stinging welts on his ass when Triana found any of her myriad excuses to spank him.
What he didn't tell Raquel, though, was that he'd also noticed the belt she was wearing today, a heavy leather thing with a massive belt buckle, and he knew Raquel herself had spanked him with that too. Not as often -- Raquel wasn't motivated by sadism in the same way Triana was, but still. Just the sight of it -- or Triana's shoes -- made his mouth go dry.
The demotion hadn't even been two months ago and already he belonged to Raquel and Triana in all the most humiliating ways.
"I'm going to have to tell Triana about that," Raquel said in front of him now, and laughed. "Man, we've really got you trained well if you think you're getting spanked just based on what we're wearing."
Andrew swallowed hard and tried not to look at the sweep of dark golden hair down one side of Raquel's gorgeous, angular face. He tried not to think about her boyfriend brushing that lock of hair behind her ear later that night in the cabin he'd booked for them -- and paid for with his own money -- just before he threw her on the bed to have his way with her.
God, he really did have a thing for Raquel. And now nothing was ever going to come of it.
She looked at him now, her green eyes softening a bit, some of the amusement going out of them.
"I'm sorry she's so mean to you," Raquel said. "I've talked to her about it. I told her that the way you treated her when you were our boss was just the way the firm treats interns in general, but it didn't seem to make a difference."
Andrew blinked. He hadn't expected this.
"But," she said, and the smile returned to her lips, and she seemed to want to rub it in a bit. "What can I do? I'm just the newly appointed section manager, as of six weeks ago. I can't control everyone, isn't that what you used to say?"
It was what he used to say. When he sat behind the desk where Raquel now sat.
"OK, go see Triana," Raquel said. "You know what you have to do for me, but I'm sure she has plenty of her own shit to give you. And if not, let her know I said she can loan you out to the rest of the department if they have boring stuff or things they don't want to do. I'm sure everyone does. I'll see you on Monday morning, OK?"
Andrew nodded. "Sounds good Raquel."
