He had recently hired a new executive assistant to help with his increasingly hectic schedule. Her resume was impressive indeed and he was more than pleasantly surprised the day he interviewed her to find her quite attractive as well. The tailored business suit she wore that day did little to hide her voluptuous figure and he had found himself staring at her as she filled him in on her work experience.
That was a little over six weeks ago. It was now the third week in December and even though the holidays were near and the rest of the office seemed to be at loose ends with nothing to do, they had been extremely busy. Today was the office Christmas party and the atmosphere was relaxed. He had come in early that morning and hadn't seen her at all yet, as he'd been holed away in his office working on a project. He needed some files and he picked up his phone and buzzed her on her intercom and asked her to bring the files he needed.
He didn't look up from his task when he heard her enter, but mutter "Be with you in a sec" as he scribbled some final notes. When he looked up and saw her standing there, he was taken aback. Gone was the conservative business attire he had become accustomed to. Instead she was wearing a red velvet skirt trimmed with fake white fur around the hem and a white silk blouse and a pair of red stiletto heels.
His mouth fell open when he saw her and he stood up, pushing his chair away from him as he did. "What on earth do you think your wearing Miss Henson?" he roared. The smile on her face disappeared and she was speechless. She had never heard him speak in that tone a voice since she started working for him. "I-I-I just thought maybe it would be fun to wear this for the Christmas party" she stammered. He walked around to the front of his desk and stood in front of her. He could see a look of fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Miss Henson, have you not read our company policy on dress code? This hardly falls within those guidelines."
"I have to abide by very strict guidelines." he instructed, "Policy on sexual harassment is VERY drawn out! If we can't have calendars displaying scantily clad women, what on earth would make you think you could get away with THAT!" She cowered and could not believe she was being chastised so vehemently. His rage combined with his frustration over having to work so hard during the holidays and he began to lose his composure. "I have never had to deal with someone who completely had no regard for compliance to our office procedures! If I had a child and they tried this, I would know exactly what to do! I'd….. I'd…." he began to stammer. She looked puzzled at him as his eyes sort of began to look her over. "Why… I would bend them over my knee and give them a good spanking!" No sooner had those words left his lips he realized he created a grave business error.
Oddly, his words didn't shock her nearly as much as they did him. She perked up a bit and attempted to make light of his faux paus, hopefully diffusing a potential bad situation all around. "Well, if that's what it would take to make thing better, then by all means" she sassed him as she playfully strutted to his side of the desk, placing her hands on it and swaying her ass to and fro.
He couldn't believe his eyes! When the words left his mouth, he had fully expected her to respond by slapping his face or storming out of his office. This was certainly NOT the reaction he expected. For a split second he considered telling her to clear her desk out and leave the premises. But as he looked at her seductively waving her gorgeous backside at him, he changed his mind. Instead, he reached over and fingered the hem of her skirt "You do understand that this type of attire is simply not appropriate, even if it is the holiday season….and even if you do look damn sexy in it." She smirked and said, in a smart ass tone "Well Mr. Boss Man, what are you going to do? Stand there and stare or get on with my punishment? After all I did break the company dress code." Still touching the fur trim of her skirt, he slowly lifted it. He gasped as her perfectly smooth, round ass cheeks came into view. It was then that he noticed her candy cane thong. "I see you've carried the holiday theme to your undergarments as well." She chuckled and said "Ohh, I supposed you're going to tell me there is a company policy on the kind of panties we can wear?" Her insubordinate tone struck a nerve and he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her right ass cheek. Taken completely by surprise, she screeched and tried to stand up. "H-how d-d-dare you!!" she stammered. "No Miss Henson, how dare YOU speak to me in that tone." And with that his hand came down on her left cheek this time. Again, she tried to stand but he told her not to move and brought his hand down yet a third time. The flesh on her ass was tingling and felt warm. She instinctively arched her back causing her backside to raise a bit. The sight was more than he could take and he smacked her bottom one more time before speaking again.
"Hopefully, you can now see my point?"
