Shaming Sherie

The instant she hit 'send' she realized to her horror that she had sent the short video clip of her giving a blow job in the company parking lot not just to her Master but to everyone at her job as well.

At first it was like a punch in the belly followed immediately by a desire to pack up her things and flee the office, never to return.

She felt her face flushing red and though she didn't watch, became aware of the wave that spread across the open office as one by one her co-workers opened and watched the clip.

There were hoots from some of the men, gasps from some of the women, and more than a few negative remarks. She heard the words slut, trash, and whore and many other degrading remarks as the video was watched and commented on by everyone.

She wanted to crawl under her desk and hide until everyone had left for the day but that was no option and she knew it.

Bowing her head she hid behind her bangs where she was able to see the few neighboring desks and their occupants. Across from her was Seth, a good-looking young guy who'd only been at the company a few months but with whom she had exchanged a few light flirtations. He didn't say anything or turn to look it her but she could see enough of his computer screen to realize that he was watching the video again and again.

Next to him sat Beth, a tall dark-haired woman who had a reserve that kept everyone at bay. She was very pretty with flashing dark eyes that Sherie could feel peering at her unabashedly. It was assumed by most of the people in the office that she was gay but nothing in her behavior gave any credence to whether she was. But she seemed to be watching it more than once as well.

And then she felt it. The flood of juices in her pussy that threatened to stain her skirt and chair. She could never remember being so turned on!

Okay, she thought. So now everyone knows my secret. That I'm an exhibitionist and like to act like a slut in public. Too late to worry about that now. What's done is done.

She turned to her keyboard and opened up the file she'd been working on the day before and tried to recall where she'd left off yesterday. But though she read the flow sheets several times, she was unable to focus. The hollow feeling in her gut and spread downward and filled her middle. She was aching with an unsated lust that blotted out everything around her.

She was about to rise and go to the women's rest room to get herself off when her phone rang.

It was, of course, her boss Joanna Daniels. She was not surprised by the summons. It was inevitable and she knew she might have ended her time at this job with that one stupid error.

Closing her screen she stood on very wobbly legs and girded herself for the long walk of shame from her desk to Joanna's office. Unfortunately these two points were at opposite ends of the room.

She took a sip of the now cold coffee, took a deep breath and began her walk. She kept her head high and looked straight ahead, trying to maintain what little was left of her dignity.

She didn't walk faster or slower than a normal pace but was aware in peripheral vision that every pair of eyes was watching her. The silence of those she was yet to pass was palpable but she could hear their cruel and demeaning remarks as she went by each row of desks, their volume increasing as they became the vocal norm.

"Whore." "Filthy." "Slut." "Nasty." "Disgusting."

They were intended to degrade her but instead they only made her more and more aroused.

In her horny imagination she pictured the scenario differently. Instead of walking to Joanna's office she was crawling on hands and knees and naked,

She imagined the people spitting on her, slapping her, and swatting her behind with whatever was at hand: rulers, books, hands, and belts all stinging and reddening her fair skin.

She imagined Beth appearing in front of her, her slender legs wearing shining leather. Stopping her, Beth raising her head with a well-manicured fingernail under her chin and looking into her eyes said to the attentive crowd, "Let's see how she likes these."

Sherie couldn't see what she was showing the crowd but it brought laughs and gasps and from several females, the word, "OW!"

Leaning down, Beth proceeded to put black steel bulldog clips on each of her nipples. They stole her breath as their biting edges dug into that sensitive flesh. She moaned an animal-like moan but made no complaint.

Beth's beautiful eyes never left hers, looking deep into her for any sign of resistance but finding none.

The pain was brutal but it was exactly the kind of punishment a slut like her deserved. She could see Beth's gaze become approving, almost smiling. And it filled her belly with light. Bad girls suffered for their behavior. That was just right.

And if her suffering excited the person punishing her, that balanced the scales of justice.

Finally she reached Joanna's door and snapped out of her erotic revery. She knocked and heard Joanna's deep voice say, "Come in."

Taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped into her boss' office. Joanna was working and did not look up to acknowledge her entrance. Sherie crossed to the chair in front of the large mahogany desk and took a seat on its edge.

Without looking up Joanna said coolly, "I don't recall inviting you to sit."

Sherie leapt to her feet, murmuring an apology. She tried, and mostly failed, to calm herself, and stood nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't make up her mind where to cast her gaze and eventually gave up and bowed her head and settled her eyes on the floor between her feet and the dark polished wood of the desk.

"So, Sherie, I think that you must know that your email has now been viewed by pretty much everyone in the company. From the guys in shipping to the members of the Board. And I'm sure that by tomorrow it will be posted all over the internet."

Sherie hadn't really thought about anyone outside of her office seeing it but knew Joanna was not exaggerating. Her voice was soft and near the breaking point as she answered, "oh... oh no!... I'm sure you're right... oh no!" and almost burst into tears.

She had already assumed that this would be the end of her career but hadn't thought any further. Her clumsy mistake was a disaster and had probably ruined her life.

And despite all that, despite the idea of the everyone in the world seeing her shame, she felt a warmth in her middle and more than a little moisture in her panties.

"When Derek asked me to give you a job I was skeptical. You had almost no skills or job history and honestly had not impressed me very much. But your husband is my brother and I figured I could stick you out there in the office pool where I could keep an eye on you and you couldn't do much harm."

"I'm so sorry Joanna... I'll leave or do whatever you want me to..."

"First. Shut up. Do NOT speak unless spoken to.

"Secondly, I haven't made up my mind yet. But we have a more serious problem first. I watched the video and though you're not first slutty girl to give a blowjob to some guy in a parking lot it is unusual for it to be recorded. And, I noticed, that the man whose dick you're sucking is not Derek.

"Does he know you cheated on him? Have you told him yet?"

Sherie blushed from her toes to the top of her head and answered shyly, "Derek was the one using the camera on my phone...

And he chose the guy."

Finally Joanna looked up at the blushing girl. Smiling thinly she said, "So Derek's tastes haven't changed. You're what, his slave?"

Sherie nodded, reddening at her role being laid bare before her sister-in-law.

Joanna's expression warmed slightly. "Don't be embarrassed. My little brother and I started tying each other up when we were kids."

Sherie was surprised and it showed in her eyes.

Her boss laughed without amusement. "That's right. We both tied and got tied up by each other. It lasted until we hit puberty. That's when we both discovered we liked to be in charge."

Sherie was intrigued but other than glancing up to look through her bangs, she couldn't meet her boss' piercing stare.

"Look at me, Sherie."

She raised her head and met the woman's gaze.

"Okay, that's settled. But now we have the other problem.

"Our company has a very strict policy regarding sexual harassment in the workplace. There is a rule in place that has zero tolerance for anyone sending suggestive emails or messages to their co-workers."

Sherie's stomach sank. 'This was it, ' she thought, 'I'm fired.'

"But there is also the question of intent. I don't think anyone would think that you sent that email on purpose or with intent to make sexual advances to anyone out there.

"Now, I will have to report it to Human Resources but I think I can intercede and tell them I intend to deal with it personally."

For the first time since she had hit 'Send' Sherie began to brighten up. Could she be hearing correctly? she wondered. Did this mean she wasn't going to lose her job and, even worse, have to try to explain it to Derek?

"Would you like me to do that, Sherie?"

"Oh yes!, " she enthused. "Thank you, Joanna, thank you very much!"

"Okay, let me call them right now and we can get this taken cleared up."

She had her secretary make the call and summoned the head of HR to her office.

"She'll be here in a minute but you and I aren't through. I want you to go over to that corner, " she said, pointing to a corner to the left of door, "face it, put your nose in the corner and your hands at your sides, and do not move until I tell you to."

Sherie had been sent to the corner more than once by Derek. She knew the drill and hated it. She walked to the only corner in the room that was free of furniture and took the proper pose for a naughty girl.

She truly hated corner time. It was demeaning and very belittling and in front of her boss, doubly so.

At home it meant she was going to be punished. Here she was in entirely new territory and the longer she stood there, the more nervous (and aroused) she became.

She had long lost track of the passage of time by the time she heard a knock at the door. She fought the urge to turn when she heard Joanna say, "Come in."

"Hi Margaret, thanks for coming by."

"Sure Joanna, any time for you."

"It's about this obscene email that was sent out to everyone in the company this morning."

"Oh yes, that. Don't worry, we'll have the culprit gone by this afternoon."

Unseen by the head of HR in the corner behind her, Sherie's face burned with shame.

"Thank you, Marge, but that won't be necessary. It was a dumb mistake by a stupid slut and I'd like

to handle it in house."

Margaret seemed surprised by this; Joanna was pretty by-the-book about things like this; until that is, she looked where the other woman was pointing and saw the girl in the corner.

Joanna was discrete but made no effort to hide her taste for Dominance. It was common knowledge to those who knew her well and the company gossip mill was rife with not-too-far-off assumptions about it.

Turning back to her Margaret asked, "Someone you know?"

"She's my brother's wife. A dumb cunt who made an idiotic mistake."

"The company will require that I put a note in her file but I can just say that she was disciplined in-house, " Margaret replied, emphasizing the word. She had a feeling that the girl was definitely going to be punished for her foul-up and only regretted that she wouldn't be there to watch Joanna administer it.

Joanna smiled, "Don't worry. I'll see that she pays for her mistake."

"And when she gets home I know my brother will make her pay again."

Sherie's stomach was doing flip-flops as she heard Joanna's words. She had no idea what she faced as punishment here but she knew that Derek would be furious and she'd pay for her fuck-up a second time when she got home.

"Okay, Joanna. I'll leave the matter in your obviously capable hands, " Margaret said as she rose. "If there's ever anything you need with issues like this, just let me know." Her smile showed Joanna that there was more to the offer than just business.

"Thanks, Margaret, I'll remember that."

"Well, in fact there is one thing you could do before you leave..."

Margaret beamed at the possibilities, "Yes..?"

"Before you leave would please take a closer look at that... that... that bimbo. And make sure her nose is actually touching the corner?"

While she had hoped for something more, Margaret was happy to have been included in what was clearly intended to humiliate the girl in the corner.

As the woman approached Sherie blushed a deep crimson. She had not needed to told to stick her nose into the corner. Her husband had long ago trained her to do so.

She felt the woman's hand at the back of her head and had her nose crushed against the walls as she was pushed hard against them.

"She couldn't be any closer, I'm sure."

"Thanks, Margaret. I'll keep your offer in mind in case I think she needs some more discipline in the future."

Most women in her position would have been horrified or enraged to be discussed in such an off-hand manner. But her husband's penchant for making her suck stranger's cocks and perform other degrading acts in public had changed her and she was not surprised to feel her pussy become very wet in response to the way the women talked about her.

She heard the woman from Human Resources leave and wondered what was coming next...

This was the part of corner time that she really hated. Unable to see anything but the two walls that were inches from her eyes, forbidden to move her head or her position, and no idea how long she would have to stand there.

It didn't take long for her to become increasingly uncomfortable. Her shoes had low heels but they were high enough to make her toes start to ache. She tried shifting her weight but that provided only temporary relief. And soon, little by little, her whole body began to ache under the strain of holding still.

And all it did was make her wetter.

Joanna pushed aside the work that she had been working on, sat back, and looked at the girl. Derek had good taste. His wife was sweet looking and had nice curves. She watched for any sign of movement but saw none. Derek had trained her quite well.

She imagined those nice round ass cheeks bouncing under the lash of her whip, the smack of her paddle, and the cut of one of her wicked canes and wondered whether the girl would cry.

She picked up her cell phone to avoid the call going through the company system and dialed her brother.

"Hi Joanna, " she heard Derek say.

"Hi Derek, I'm going to put you on speaker, okay?"

It seemed odd but he agreed.

In the corner, at the sound of her Master's voice, Sherie came very close to throwing up. Fortunately she hadn't eaten that morning and only a few dry heaves wracked her body.

"Well, brother o'mine, it seems we have a problem. It involves us both as well as that dumb cunt you're married to."

Derek had had to almost plead with his sister to get his bride the job there and this was bad news. His frustration was audible as he asked, "What has the fucking slut done now?"

In the corner, tears began to form in Sherie's eyes.

"Have you received any interesting emails from her this morning?"

Derek knew immediately what Joanna was referring to. "What, did she send it from her company computer?"

"No. She sent it from her phone... but she managed to send it to everyone in the company."

There was a long moment of stunned silence on the phone during which Sherie burst into silent tears.

Though she didn't move, Joanna could hear the sounds of her soft sobs. It brought a thin, cruel smile to her face.

"So I take it she's been fired..."

"Not yet. I interceded with Human Resources and told them I'd handle it myself."

"Uh-oh, " he chuckled. "The cunt has no idea what she's facing..."

More than once Joanna and her brother had shared their submissive lovers and he knew what she was capable of, and that was just when she was playing. A real punishment would be so much worse.

"I should tell you she's here with her nose in the corner of my office."

"Have you decided what her punishment will be?"

"That's why I called you. I know she's your slave and wouldn't want to do anything without clearing it with you first."

"Ha!" he laughed. "Joanna, I think it should be entirely up to you. She screwed up at work so I think she needs to be disciplined there. Except for the caning she's gonna get when she gets home for disappointing me, her punishment is whatever you deem appropriate."

In the corner Sherie could no longer stifle her tears and they flowed copiously down her cheeks. The heaving of her chest was visible from Joanna's desk and her whimpers were easily heard. She had been okay until she heard her Master say that she had disappointed him. For a dedicated slave that was a much more painful blow than a hundred strokes from a cane.

Eventually Joanna went back to work, doing her best to suppress the distraction presented by the girl in the corner.

For Sherie, the day crawled by. Holding the rigid position grew uncomfortable, then aching, and eventually quite painful. Within its boundaries she did what she could to alleviate it. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and from the front of her feet to her heels. She flexed the muscles in her legs, arms, and back. And she tried hard to push the pain from her mind.

But in the end it was a battle she could not win. The pain filled her being, became her reality.

And, in its own cruel way it was a relief. It demanded so much of her attention that it forced her fear of her impending punishments from her mind.

Another distraction was the two walls that met at the end of her nose.

Most of her boss' work was done on her phone and computer but every once in a while Sherie heard the door open and heard Ruth, Joanna's secretary enter, go to the boss' desk, converse a bit and then leave. She wondered what the woman thought of her standing there in the corner, imagined her looking on with disdain and disgust.

Ruth had seen the blow-job video and after having worked closely with their boss for almost two years, understood that Sherie was being punished for it and knew better than to ask questions.

And while she would never have dreamed of trading places with the suffering girl, she wondered how it would feel to evoke such passionate cruelty in someone that they would do it to her and was surprised at the warm tingling that such thoughts stirred in her belly.

For Joanna, Ruth, and the rest of the office, the day went on as usual. But for the naughty girl with her nose stuck in the corner, it dragged on with agonizing slowness. Within the scarlet haze of the pain she endured, her mind drifted to some very, very strange places.

At first she pictured the caning she'd be facing when she got home but within that realm it took on its own reality. She pictured herself naked and bent over in heavy wooden stocks on top of a raised gallows that was surrounded by everyone in the company, all clamoring to see her get punished.

In that dream she felt the juices of her arousal running down her legs and blushed when they were pointed out to the crowd by her Master.

(In real life it was only the thin cotton of her briefs and the fabric of her tights that prevented the same thing from happening.)

"See how excited the slut is? Her cunt is fucking dripping in anticipation!"

This brought crude insults and harsh laughter from the unseen masses around their pedestal.

Though she enjoyed suffering for her Master's pleasure, it was actually the idea of being so publicly debased that so excited her. Derek's taste for her exhibitionism had meshed with her fetish for it and as she grew deeper and deeper into their Master/slave relationship she reveled in his demands.