Employee X Viewer Boss

Wedgie fetish

Spanking

Viewerxauthor

Bossxemployee

(AN: Y/N: your name )

Bzzz bzzz bzzz

"What is that infuriating noise?" I asked myself. Slowly un-peeling my eyes to the blaring sound, of my phone alarm.

I turned over in bed. Grabbing my phone, from underneath the pillow. Heading for the snooze button, until I saw the time on the clock. 8:55 and three missed calls from you, 'Oh shit,' the shock clearly evident on my face. I quickly raised up out of bed and rushed, into the bathroom. Knowing that I was going to be in so much trouble, for not being there on time.

We were supposed to have an important meeting today too. And I as your assistant, unfortunately had the portfolio for said meeting. It was a marketing deal. That would for sure bring our company to the next level, with global advertising. Starting with big fast food chains, such as micky Ds'. Then working our way down into smaller international brands.

'The meeting is in 15 minutes...' Your notification had flashed onto my phone; just as I was done using the bathroom.

It would take me just about 15 minutes to even drive up to work. I cursed in my head, quickly throwing together an outfit, from my closet. With no time to change out of my big, night time panties. I rushed down the steps, taking them two at a time. Happy to have left the portfolio and my work bag in the car, the day prior.

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I pulled into the parking lot with 3 minutes to 'spare'. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, there was no telling what type of mood, you'd be in today. I grabbed everything I needed and headed inside the building. Instantly met with pitiful looks from my coworkers. Who already knew what type of wrath would be waiting for me, once I walked into your office.

"Y/n is setting up in meeting room, seven. I'll sign you in," She spoke. Giving me a less than small, hopeless smile.

I took in a deep breath. Thanking her, before walking down the halls to meeting room seven. Knees wobbling with every step, until I made my way in front of the door. 'Well here goes nothing,' I thought to myself. Raising my hand to knock against the wooden door, three times.

"Come in," Your voice had sounded from the other side.

I twisted open the door knob, stepping through the frame. All eyes on me, as the door slammed shut behind me. The expression on your face unreadable, "Good morning, to you all. Sorry for my tardiness. I'd went up stairs to grab an extra demo, I think you'd all be interested in. As it pertains to our next, upcoming project together," I was quick with my words. Coming up with a quick, but easy excuse.

We did have an additional demo, but I'd drafted it up weeks ago. Making my way towards, the front of the room, as I spoke. Setting the big bag onto the table. The white board already set up for me, "We are calling this project BLACK. These papers I'm passing out to you now, will have the full synopsis. You can read along as I speak," I handed you the stack of papers, to pass around. Taking note of the way you begrudgingly, took them from my hands. Hardly making eye contact with me.

"BLACK, stands for Bold, Lightning, Action, Charismatic, Key. Essential hitting the big three ethos, pathos logos. What'll make your product stick? Negentropy, how will our ad surpass competing brands; in order to create that long lasting effect. And who do we need to persuade, that'll generate reoccurring income. From your pockets, into ours," This had gone on for awhile. With me poaching our idea and no help from you.

Any glance I'd made towards you, was either ignored, or met with a stern glare. It was as if you were enjoying seeing me suffer, not knowing the consequences of my actions. Perhaps the meeting was a test, to see how well I could do, in order to get back into your good graces. I moved around the room, with confidence. Using all the tips and tricks you taught me when it came to marketing. Doing a fabulous job, if I do say so myself.

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The meeting had finally come to an end and not a moment too soon. The team had shaken both, of our hands. Congratulating me on my performance and of course, wanting to move forward, "Oh my goodness! Aren't you excited? We've just closed, our biggest deal yet," I turned towards you excited. Clearly already forgetting my previous tardiness, due to our new found success. Of course the look on your face brought me back to reality, "look, I'm sorry ab-,"

"Save it. I don't care to hear any of your excuses. Do you know how big this deal was for me? For my company. I'd trusted you, depended on you. What if you hadn't shown up?" You hadn't yelled, or raised your voice, as you ridiculed me. Yet, the tone of your voice was stern. I couldn't help, but to cast my eyes down towards the floor. Feeling small underneath your gaze. Not knowing what to say, to make it better. You were right, what if I hadn't woken up?

"And now you can't even look at me," I was snapped out of my thoughts, by the feeling of your index finger. Pulling my head upright, to gaze back up at you. Trying hard not to tear my gaze away again, due to shame, "A situation like this can't ever happen again, understood?"

"Yes I understand, I won't let it happen again," my words came out slow and controlled.

"You won't and I'll make sure of that,"

I could feel the air around us, change. Your hand that held my chin, turned me away, so that my back faced you. You let go of me for a moment, only to push my head down, onto the big oval table. My face smushing against the hard wood surface, as I let out a little yelp. Semi-surprised by your actions.

"Do you know why I do this to you?" You asked. Putting your face near mine, as you raised my skirt. Placing the fabric over my bum and exposing my panties to you.

"Because you care," I muttered out. Resisting the urge, to squirm in place.

"Because I care and?"

"Because you care and you want to see me do better,"

"That's right," you leaned up, against the table. Crossing my arms over the arch of my back, your other hand rubbing circles, across my ass. I kept my face pressed against the table, anticipating your next move. A shiver running down my spine, feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed. I could feel the cool breeze as your hand flew back, before coming down with a harsh 'smack.' "Count,"

"One," you did it again. This time Landing an even harder hit, on the opposite cheek, "Two... three... four," I could feel the heat down below. The pressure of your hand working hard, to create fresh bruises, "Five... six... seven," Your fingernails drew circles along my skin. Teasing the delicate flesh, it was beginning to hurt, "Eight... nine... ten," By now, I was bumping into the table. My hipbone pressed firmly against it, my body instinctively attempting to move away.

"Come back," you shifted me in place. Propping me back some, so my ass poked firmly out into the air, "Stay still and keep your legs straight," I did as told. Jiggling a bit, as I straightened myself out.

"Eleven-ow!" Twelve hurt. It hurt bad and caught me by surprise, "Wait that hurts," I couldn't help but squirm. Attempting to unfold my arms, only to be held back into place. Face smushing even more, but you didn't stop.

"Do you want to start over?" Your voice laced in mischief.

I quickly shook my head, muttering out a small, "No,"

"Then you better keep counting, because I plan on spanking you up until the minute you were late,"

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"Forty three... forty four... for-," I couldn't say it. We were so close to being done and I couldn't get the number out.

You paused, eyeing me with that look of satisfaction, "For," You Mocked. Quirking an eyebrow in my direction.

"... Please!" I choked out. Tears streaming down my face. What number were we even on anyway? I was in such a daze, I couldn't even remember anymore.

"For?" You asked again. I shook my head, "I guess we're starting over,"

"One... Ah! Two... Th-three... Fuck, four," There went your finger nails again. Drawing circles over my skin; pinch and prodding at the bruised flesh. Clearly admiring your work.

"I wanna see, just how red you can get," You placed your hand large, over my bum. Swinging back and landing a smack, that sent a violent shiver down my spine.

"Five!" My mouth moved, before my brain could. There was no way I'd miss that number.

"I finally got a full on hand print, in there," You traced your work. Cupping my cheek in your hand, squeezing harshly. Unknowingly holding me in place. I could feel your fingers trail down, in between my panties, "And you're getting so wet too. You must really be enjoying this,"

I couldn't lie and say that your fingers tracing over my slit, didn't feel good, "Six,"

"Why don't you spread your legs open for me?" You slid your hand, in between my legs again. Four fingers cupping my pussy and massaging my clit. Your thumb pressing its way, in between my cheeks. If I hadn't known any better, I'd think you were trying to feel my booty hole. It was new, something you hadn't done before.

Still I spread my legs, earning another smack right against my pussy, "Seven," I took in a deep breath. This was going to go on, for awhile.

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"Sixty seven... sixty eight... Oh my gosh sixty nine!" Finally. We were finally done and not a moment too soon. I'd allowed myself to prematurely relax.

That's when I felt it, a tug. A strong tug that raised me up on my tippy toes. There was no way? You'd taken ahold to my big panties and hoisted them, along with me in the air. I struggled to brace myself, as you wiggled me around. This was beyond humiliating. With both hands free, I'd attempted to reach back towards you.

"Stop please, this is embarrassing,"

"No where near as embarrassing, as almost having the opportunity of a lifetime. Being nearly wiped away from you," You'd lowered me down momentarily. Taking the time to sandwich my panties, in between my lips. Hoisting me onto my toes, again.

It felt so tight, the cloth dug into my pussy in the worst way. Still, I was enjoying it, "I said I was sorry!" I didn't mean, to shout. I knew you didn't particularly like that, but I couldn't help it.

You released me onto my feet again, "Don't move," You pushed my head back down, onto the table. Walking around it slowly, as you eyed me. Now on the opposite side, you reached forward in front, of me. Grabbing ahold to the hem of my panties, with both hands, "I'm going to punish you, then I'm going to fuck you," and with that you pulled.

You pulled as hard as you could, until my feet hovered above the ground. I could feel the fabric stretching out, giving way underneath me. My squirming only making the pain worse. Not to mention, the way my panties had dug into my, already bruised skin. I reached forward too, grabbing ahold of your arms.

You pulled me harder and harder. Until I could feel the hem touching the back of my head. My nails had, begun to dig into your skin. Inflicting my pain back onto you. You didn't seem to care though, just kept pulling until you finally got my panties over my head. The fabric giving way, enough to cover my eyes.

I could hear you coming back around. You'd came behind me, pressing yourself firmly against me. I could feel it, despite the clad panties, "How do you feel?" You asked. Rocking yourself side to side.

"I feel okay,"

"Just okay? Do you need to stop, or would you prefer to keep going?" You placed your hand against my lower back. Gently massaging the skin there.

"Yea I'm okay. I don't want to stop," I reached my hand behind me. Grabbing your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. It was all I could manage in the moment, however you'd better not stop now.

I could feel myself pulsating down below, with need. I couldn't help it, I wanted more of you in this moment. Doing whatever it is you wanted to do. Degrade me, spank me, give me an even deeper wedgie. You slid my tight panties to the side, spreading my cheeks open. I turned back to face you, not being able to see, with underwear over my head.

You pushed up against me again. Grinding yourself against me. Your suit pants sending tinges of pain, along my back side. You did this for a moment, dry humping me to your hearts content. Until you got down on your knees, stuffing your face into my backside. I could feel your nose pressing against my asshole. I guess you didn't mind though, because you stayed right there. Only parting your lips to lick a line, all the way from my clit up to my crack.

It felt nice to be pleasured, after a long session of pain. We'd started over so many times, "That feels good," I voiced my thoughts, out loud. Pushing back against you, as you drew circles with your tongue.

Slurping me up in the best way. Motor-boating my ass like some type of feral animal. How could I not enjoy it? Especially when you sucked on my clit, the way you did. Pulling it in and out of your mouth so effortlessly. Massaging the small bud, into ecstasy. By now I was full on fucking your face. Forgetting all about the pain, waiting for you to stick your tongue inside of me, like you always did.

"You taste so good," You told me. Going back in for more. Your tongue sliding in between my walls, coating itself in my cream. That you greedily devoured.

I could hear the sound of your pants unbuckling, before you stood up. Scooting them down just far enough, to let your dick stand up. Sliding the member in between my folds. And jerking yourself off, into my pussy. I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the underwear tilt my head back.

You stilled yourself. Grabbing ahold of my waist and pushing my cheek up, with your thumb. The tip of your mushroom headed cock, sliding into my warm hole. You pulled out for a moment and pushed back in. Teasing yourself and using me as your teaser. Edging the tip of your cock into my pussy.

Allowing yourself to push inside, more and more. Until you completely stuffed my hole. I couldn't help, but moan. Loving the way you fucked me. Going slowly at first, wanting me to feel all of you. Then picking up the pace some. I loved a good slow fuck and you knew just how to deliver it.

"Yes baby, give me all that good dick," I moaned out. Placing my arms, behind my back, for you to hold onto. You took my nonverbal que, holding onto my crossed arms.

"You feel so damn, good," You groaned. Rotating your hips, as you fucked me.

I could feel that feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach. Letting me know, that I was going to squirt soon. The sounds of us fucking, echoed across the room. No doubt catching attention, from employees who'd walked past. Some filled with envy, jealousy, or just pure admiration.

There wasn't anyone in the office, who didn't want their turn with you. Some would even make mistakes on purpose, just to be in the position I was in now. However, like I'd said before; in this moment I had you all to myself. And I wasn't going to waste it. I pushed back against you, meeting you thrust for thrust.

Ass clapping against your skin, as we made a wet mess in between us. Bits of squirt spraying in between my legs. I could feel you pulsing inside me, clearly enjoying yourself. I loved the way your cock twitched, when you were feeling good.

"F-fuck, I-I'm gonna c-cummm," I moaned out. Bitting my lip, feeling my body get all warm and fuzzy.

"No,"

"Please," I squeezed my pussy against your cock. Not knowing how much longer I could really hold it. My clit was literally throbbing, jumping all around the place

"No," You'd slowed down even more, almost as if you were testing me. Knowing it'd only make me want to cum more.

Something, about feeling every inch made me feel like; a sort of lifeless sex doll. You rubbed the inside of my pussy walls, so gracefully. All my pleasure senses, had heightened, "Please, I can't," I moaned. Feeling myself begin to unfold, "Oh my gosh," I called out. Murmuring quietly, as I came onto your cock. Not giving you, enough time to lay your command and clearly not caring to hear one.

Despite knowing I'd cum, you kept the same pace. Allowing me to enjoy my orgasm fully, which was nice, "Come here," You commanded. Helping me off the table and putting me on my knees.

I peeked at you through my panties. Sticking my tongue out, as I watched you jerk your cock off in front of me. Soon enough my face was being painted, in your cum. You came forward, tapping the head against my tongue. I licked your slit, sucking in the head. Working out the rest of your cum. Enjoying the feeling of you inside my mouth, fucking it.

You slipped in a few times, making sure to get off every last drop. Before sliding back and undoing my wedgie for me. Pulling them up again, to get it off my head, "Don't be late again,"