Marian Wintergreen looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled to herself. Her black and white dress had a flattering V-neck design that emphasised her jutting breasts, and the front wrap detailing added allure to her elegant appeal. At forty one years of age, she was particularly proud of her smooth and long legs that gave her five-ten stature even more distinction. She rubbed her thighs together and sighed at the exquisite whisper of her silk stockings brushing each other.
"Thank you, gentlemen. You may leave."
The two burly security guards nodded and left the clinical-looking office. Mrs. Wintergreen took a quick look out of the window at the skyline of London. Her office was on the twentieth floor of 20 Fenchurch Street in the commercial skyscraper in the City's historic area. The building is nicknamed 'The Walkie-Talkie' because of its distinctive shape, said to resemble a two-way radio handset. The 38-story building was finished in 2014 and was designed by architect Rafael Viñoly and cost over £200 million, A bar and restaurants are included on the 35th, 36th, and 37th floors and are open to the public.
She let out a sigh and turned to face the other person in the room. Sat bare-assed in a four-legged chair was one of the employees of the company she headed. Kenny Edwards had his wrists tied with a thin cord to the arms and his ankles to the front two legs. He had been in that state for an hour and had refused to talk or rat out the culprit. There are bosses and then again bossy managers. Few, if any, however, managed their staff in the way Mrs. Wintergreen did. The forty-year-old was well-versed in the arts of discipline, bondage, obedience, and debasement.
"It's a simple question, Edwards. I'm surprised you see fit to keep mum about this matter. Insubordination doesn't suit you."
She waved a hand and tutted.
"And now look where it has you. You understand my methods of discipline by now surely? Just tell me who left the used condom on the floor of the executive bathroom."
"I have no idea."
"There are only a handful of trusted members of staff I have seen fit to be given the privilege of using the exclusive facilities. You included. If you have used the room for pleasures of the flesh, there shall be severe consequences."
"It wasn't me."
"Then whom?"
"Beats me."
"I hate misdirected loyalty. It means you have no loyalty to the company or me. If to anybody, you bow and scrape to ME. Am I, not your boss?"
She raised her high-heeled shoe to his groin level and dug the five-inch stiletto spike into the sensitive area next to his genitals. She rotated her foot and Edwards winced from the contact. She glared at him as she scratched that thin region known as the perineum with acute precision.
"I have but two options for those employees who see fit to be disloyal. They are fired or I correct them."
Edwards narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. There was no way that he was going to give her the satisfaction of bowing down to a woman. Little did he know the lengths that she would go to. He watched curiously as Wintergreen pulled out the top drawer of her mahogany desk and retrieved a black riding crop from the assortment of other erotic toys such as vibrators, anal plugs, fur-lined handcuffs, and a selection of silk underwear and stockings. But it was the crop that caught his eye. It looked to be about sixteen inches in length with a wrapped leather handle and a big braided cap with a dimpled button. The keeper was also leather and was two inches wide.
"You may have heard of my little corrector, Edwards. Pretty, isn't it?"
He watched wide-eyed as the woman suddenly brought the crop down hard on the outside of her right thigh. It made a satisfying crack and she grinned at the man's reaction. She approached the bound fellow and noticed his dick begin to move slightly. She slowly traced a line up the outside of his bare leg with the thin tool until she got to just below his scrotum. He gave a strangled cry as she lofted his plums with the tip of the rapier thin crop. Then she gave the top of his left thigh a hard smack.
"Fuck!"
The six-foot-plus man stayed silent, so she smacked his right thigh with the crop.
"Fuck! That hurt."
He got another crack on the other thigh hard.
"Ouch!"
His pride had been severely dented and his cocky and cool appearance soon wilted.
"Edwards? Are you getting stiff? Is this some sort of a turn-on for you?"
She gave him her sternest face. Her eyes looked him over from head to toe. He did have a sort of boyish charm and a fairly well-developed physique.
"N...no!"
"Then explain this!"
The ravishing brunette grabbed his boner and squeezed. Impossible to comprehend, the naked employee began to get hard. His thick dick rose and bent slightly to the left as the blood rushed through his shaft. If anything, the proximity of her made his cock throb maddingly. Wintergreen ran her fingers along the hot organ to gauge its weight. Then she traced the end of the crop down his abdomen and lightly tapped his prick which was now quite hard.
"About eight inches at a guess," she mused.
"Actually it's eight and a half," boasted the captive proudly.
For that retort, he got a crack right on the middle of his erection and he threw his head back and hissed.
"Was I asking YOU? Hmm?"
He felt her hand take his throbbing cock and watched her squeeze it hard just below the swollen head. With slow deliberation, she stroked his rock-hard pecker with a firm grip. As he grew to full hardness so she moved her hand faster. Suddenly she stopped rubbing and brought the riding crop down sharply on his cock. He jerked and bit his lip, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. He knew who was in charge alright. Again she tossed him off with her slim right hand as she put the crop between her thighs and clamped them together in order to trap it on her mound. She would be the first to admit that her ways had both negative and positive elements. She disliked the man's disobedience, yet the chastisement was a turn-on for her.
"Who left the condom?"
