My heart is racing, I can't believe I've made such a junior mistake somewhere in France my boss Mr Paul Purrfect, is in a taxi heading for the wrong hotel. After many phone calls I finally get him to the correct place but I know he won't be happy about the time he's wasted travelling and will be tired.
I've sent an email to him apologising profusely and am now starring at his name in my inbox wondering what it might say... taking a deep breath I open the email and read.. "Antonia I am very disappointed and I am sure you realise that I must punish you. I will be back in 2 days you will remain behind in the office and I will let you have the details tomorrow - good night" I send a simple reply of "yes Sir" and head home.
As i got in to bed that night my mind was working overtime with thoughts of what my punishment might be and my fingers strayed to my pussy feeling the dampness building rapidly. My fingers are soon slippery with my juices and push easily inside me two then three fingers stretching me wide as my thumb mashes against my swollen clit bringing my orgasm crashing over me in record time.
Soon the day of your return to London came, dressing carefully that morning silk stockings, knee length skirt spike heels and a crisp blouse, no panties of course.