A week had passed since that Friday I had crawled under Jenny the intern's desk and worshipped her feet, but the occasion had not left my mind for a moment.
Before she sent me home, Jenny had made a few rules clear that night;
1) Going forward, we would both knew I was her bitch, but she would keep this quiet from others in the office
2) I would have to agree with whatever she said in the office, no matter who was around
3) She would make all the rules, including letting me know if she ever wanted me to serve her again.
Given that I was running a good sized ad agency and being paid a lot of money to do so, I should have been very concerned with #1 and #2, but it was #3 that drove me crazy. Was it possible that she would not allow me to serve her again? It seemed that every time I close my eyes I imagined her soft soles pushing into my face.
Jenny did give me little treats. I got to see her at least once a day when I would fetch her a tea (I would be sure to get myself a coffee for appearances sake, but I now viewed the occasion as the time to get Jenny tea rather than my coffee break). When I brought her tea she would allow me to stand in her cubicle and chat. One time she drove me crazy by kicking off her shoes so her perfect bare feet were right in front of me, almost brushing against my leg. I knew I would have knelt down and kissed her feet right there if she had told me to, though the rationale part of me was grateful she was only teasing.
A second time she taunted me less discretely. I had been delayed in fetching her tea when Frank, our IT guy started to chat me up by the coffee machine. Bob and Val walked by and joined in the conversation. I couldn't excuse myself to give Jen her tea and chat with her so I was stuck.
Jen sauntered over and joined us. She was looking very sexy and confident in a white sun dress that showed a lot of bare leg. We had been talking about a high profile murder case that was in the news but Jen quickly shifted the subject. She noted that everyone needed to be punished from time to time, to keep them humble.
All the men paid rapt attention in the way men often do when a beautiful girl is making a point. When Jenny further stated that she always appreciated when she was taken to task, Frank's jaw dropped, and he seemed to make no attempt to hide his lust. I was wondering if Jen really enjoyed being punished when she continued sweetly, "Even the big bosses need to be put in their place sometimes, isn't that right Richard?"
I felt my face redden in front of everyone. I tripped on my tongue, unsure what to answer, but Jenny looked me right in my eyes, and without language made it clear I only had one option. "You must enjoy being put over a knee from time to time?"
I felt the heat coming from my face as I stammered "Yes, well, yes I...suppose we all need..."
Jenny laughed and mercifully shifted the attention away from me "and I'm sure Frank here loves a good beating!"
Frank laughed loudly, Nina giggled, and Bob seemed bewildered. The group dispersed soon after that. Unable to chat with Jenny, I instead found myself in the bathroom stall, jacking off to the idea of being spanked over her lap.
I thought about all of this sitting at my desk late on this Friday. How Jenny had taken over all of my dreams and fantasies...how easily she could control me. I looked up at the clock and saw it was already after 6pm. I realized I should pack up and get home to my wife, but I stared out the window and allowed myself to think of Jenny a little longer.
"Dick?"
I looked up and was startled to see Jenny at my door. She was dressed casually, wearing a white top with some notable cleavage, a short white jacket, and tight black leggings. Earlier in the day when I saw her walking down the hall, my heart almost stopped while I watched her ass sway back and forth.
"I think everyone is gone. Stand up for me."
I had no idea where this was going, but I stood immediately, wanting to please and impress her with my obedience. I noted that my office door was open and worried someone might pass by.
"Oh, have you been thinking about me?"
Jenny was looking at my pants and I realized I was hard from the from the day dreams I had been having of her. "I...ummm..."
She giggled the sweetest giggle and told me to put my hands behind my back. Of course I did as I was told, although it had the rather obscene effect of accentuating my predicament.
"Oh, I have to share this" she squealed, as she started to type something into her phone.
I started to protest "What...who are you?" Jenny walked over and placed a little finger over my mouth. I tingled even at this touch and could smell her sweet perfume as she stood close.
She tip toed and whispered in my ear "are you going to do just what I tell you to and trust me?" I hardened even more with the sensation of her breath and nodded dumbly. Of course I would.
"Kneel." she said simply. I fell to one knee and then the other, my hands still clasped behind my back. My heart beat fast with excitement, but also with fear. Would somebody see me like this?