This is from a series of role-play scenes I wrote for me and my husband. Hope you enjoy! -RubiStirr
Roles: Boss Derek Taylor, Secretary Ashley Parker
Topics: office, brat, sub, light restraint, edging
Props: work clothes, belt, desk (or bed)
Ashley Parker typed the last few words of the email and hit send. She was caught up--at least for a few minutes--sorting through her boss's email. She checked the time and had a quick panic. It was almost 12:30 and she had forgotten to put in the lunch order!
Her boss bought the whole office lunch on Fridays, which was her job to coordinate and order. She had checked in with everyone this morning right on schedule, but had gotten so engrossed in the email catch up project she had neglected to put the order in.
Ashely rushed to open GrubHub on her phone to get the whole order organized with everything they would need. With a sigh of relief she clicked purchase and got an estimated time of delivery. Then a groan, a whole hour away!
Her stomach growling, Ashley sent out an update that lunch was on its way, but there would be a delay. She included what she thought was a very nice apology. Then she glanced up out of the corner of her eye to the open door of the office of her boss.
They had discussed the lunch order just last week, and the need for it to be on time, correct, and ready to feed the hungry staff of the small start-up. She really had taken his advice to heart and set herself a timer for Friday morning to do this task. If only she had given herself a little checklist so she wouldn't forget the most important part, putting the order in! Her breath sped up a little as she nervously checked again to see if he had responded to her update.
Ashley's boss Derek Taylor was also her boyfriend, and while they had a lot of relaxed moments watching Netflix, walking the dog, and playing with her nephews, there were two places their relationship was quite formal and demanding. One was in the bedroom, where Derek acted as her Dom and she was his submissive. The other place was work, where they called each other Ms. Parker and Mr. Taylor and he pushed her to do an outstanding job and went overboard in an effort not to show favoritism.
"Aw, an hour, come on, Ashely," her coworker Mason groaned from the next cubicle.
"Sorry everyone," Ashely sang out.
"Ms. Parker, please come in here for a minute." Derek was standing in the doorway to his office looking very stern. Ashley gave him a hopeful smile and surreptitiously tugged up on her skirt to show a little more of her legs before standing. Derek's eyes flicked down at the hem of her skirt and back up to her face, impassive.
Derek stood aside and held the door while she walked in front of him nervously, and shut the door quietly behind her. She paused and listened to hear if he would lock the door. He stood by the door a moment in hesitation, and she started to think she wasn't in trouble. She felt a stirring of relief and something a little like disappointment as she glanced back. He was watching her. She gave him a flirty raise of her eyebrows.
His expression darkened and he slid the lock into place, clicking quietly. Ashley felt her heart beat speed up. The lock was her cue that they would be doing a scene. This didn't happen very often at work, and while it was exciting, she also knew she had screwed up and there would be some kind of punishment.
Ashley sat smoothly in the chair in front of Derek's desk and straightened her clothing, sitting up straight and looking forward to his empty desk with her hands folded in her lap. This was the position she was expected to take at the start of an office scene. No need to hike her skirt up more, she might not be wearing it for long.
She tried not to squirm, knowing to stay still and wait for instruction, but she couldn't help feeling pleased that he would see the lacey garter belt and matching bra and thong she had worn under her skirt and blouse.
"Ms. Parker," Derek said quietly.
Ashely didn't turn to look, she was supposed to stare straight ahead, but she squirmed a little more as she felt herself getting damp in anticipation.
"Yes, Mr. Taylor?" she replied, biting back a smile.
Derek sighed. "Is something funny, Ms. Parker?" he demanded.
Ashely couldn't help herself, she let out a little giggle. She knew he was annoyed, but she also was excited to see what would happen.
That changed when she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and saw him pull it from under his suit jacket out of the corner of her eye. Derek sometimes spanked her when she was being punished, usually for being a brat. Was he going to spank her with his belt? Right here in the office?
"Stand up, Ms. Parker."
Ashley instantly rose to her feet with her hands at her sides. Derek moved the chair away and came behind her, nudging her forward so her knees hit the edge of the desk, and grasping one arm to pull it firmly behind her back.
Ashley twisted look at him. Was he truly angry? Was this all about lunch? Derek caught her other arm and wrapped the belt around and around, doing the buckle and leaving her arms strapped behind her, her shoulders pulled back and her chest pushed forward with her back flexing.
"Is this ok?" Derek murmured in her ear as he stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. Ashley wiggled her arms into a more comfortable alignment and answered, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," he told her. Then he held her hip with one hand and pushed her upper body flat onto the desk, her face to the side as she glanced from his pants and up to his face. He moved over a little, still crowding her against the desk, holding her firmly down against the wood.
Ashely felt Derek pulling her skirt higher and higher. She glanced up at him but his gaze was fixed on her legs as he gradually revealed the tops of her stockings and garter belt.
"So beautiful," he told her and she glowed inside. He pulled her over, still on the desk, so her face was right in front of the growing bulge in his slacks. Ashley looked up and locked eyes with Derek, licking her lips seductively. She knew where this was going.
He moved forward slightly, so that his erection pressed against her face through his pants.
"Ms. Parker," he asked her quietly. "Why are you in trouble?"
Ashley's eyebrows shot up. She made a soft whining sound, nuzzling her face against him. If he would just take his cock out and slide it between her lips she could fix this whole thing right now. Derek ran a hand through her hair, rubbing himself against her cheek and mouth. She didn't dare open her mouth and get saliva on his work pants.
"You want this?" he asked her, sounding amused.
