Rising late Leonora helped the other pets, some younger and some older, prepare for Saturday evening. Leonora hadn't the slightest recollection of serving her group of guests, again and again into the early hours of Saturday morning.
Jonathan took her to one side preparing her for a guest with particular requirements. After six months of deeply embedded instruction it was simply a matter of telling her the role she was to play.
Walking back to the main room the instructions permeated into her subconscious leaving her without a clue as to what had transpired between them.
The guests arrived and she joined them. Still thinking of the silly party girl as a waitress she was relieved to take on a more mature role at this evening's party. Perhaps that had all been a dream or a mistake. That was it, it was a mistake and she was being rewarded.
In an expensive business suit she stood with a drink in hand talking to a wealthy man she had been introduced to simply as Kirk. She still wasn't sure if it was his first name, or should she call him Mister Kirk.
He was tall and wore a dark blue silk suit with razor sharp creases. The greying hair at his temples leant a certain dignity to his upright baring. He looked like an army major rather than a major player in the commodities market.
Her dark hair was tied in a bun perched upon the back of her head and she wore just a touch of makeup. Leonora was relaxed as they pleasantly discussed a market segment she was familiar with. This was more to her liking and more fitting to her status.
"It's rather warm in here do you mind if I remove my jacket, sir?" she asked. Calling him 'sir' smartly avoided the issue of his name.
He courteously helped and folded it neatly over the back of a chair.
The loose skirt was short and the white blouse tight about her ample bust. Under the blouse a corset held her breasts into a long cleavage without covering the nipples.
She was completely unaware her nipples showed darkly through the starched white cotton. She didn't feel self-conscious at all as he looked into her eyes not down the deep cleavage.
She pressed her thighs together feeling the stocking tops rasp. A tingling sensation between the legs warmed her nether lips. She hastily flicked a wet tongue over her lips and immediately hoped it wouldn't be interpreted as being suggestive.
In a moment of distraction her hand knocked the jacket off the chair and she quickly bent to pick it up. In the shiny black high heels it was awkward and Leonora made a mess of what should have been a careful curtsy.
Bent over the chair she presented a white panty clad bottom framed by suspenders and black stocking tops. Straightening up she carried on the conversation unaware of the slip-up.
Listening to his advice she unconsciously twisted a button on the blouse loosening it another notch. She was still feeling hot. She looked down her nose at a silly little pet serving drinks as she helped herself to an ice-clinking glass from a silver tray.
She was enjoying herself. She again tightened her thighs rubbing them together, squeezing the lips of her pussy. This powerful man was beguiling. The room was hot and his serious commanding presence was doing something to her.
Unaware of the squirming motion Leonora gave no thought to the compunction that she must please a man. She continued to converse with utter disregard to her arousal and why she was there.
"You're an impressive young woman. You have a good understanding of the market but what other skills have you developed?" Kirk asked, with a disarming smile.
Leonora felt once again a self confidence as though she were in a business meeting with a client. With a smile she lifted a hand to proudly count off her achievements.
"In the last six months I've cut costs in purchasing by ten percent. I've learnt to relax my throat to take a penis, retrained my department for a new computer system, enjoy the taste of semen, rationalised stock holdings throughout the organisation, strengthened my vagina muscles for a firmer grip, become an asset to the company and a hot party pet," she said proudly.
"You have acquired some very interesting skills, I'm impressed," he told her.
Blanking out the lewd statements she invitingly suggested, "Perhaps you might consider making use of my skills, sir." It was as though she were touting for a position and felt disloyal to her present employer, even a little naughty.
"We should discus it in my office," he told her.
Although a little confused as to why he had an office here she followed anyway. The expansive leather topped desk was worn with countless papers having passed back and forth over the years.
"You have an important position in this company but your mistake has cost a great deal, far too much. I've brought you here to reprimand you, maybe even dismiss you," he warned her in a stern tone.
He looked her over pleased with the way the young woman resembled his haughty executive assistant. Jonathan had met his expectations exceedingly well. Jonathan's office was not up to standard but it would do.
Leonora felt terrible at having let him down so badly. A strong feeling of needing to atone for her wrong doing washed away doubts over what was happening. She just knew she held an important role in this man's organisation and was desperate to hold onto it.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I'll make it up to you I promise. I know I can't ever repay what I lost. Please, sir, don't let me go. I'll do anything you wish. I deserve to be punished for what I did," she rambled on unsure what to say.
She held an important position in the organisation and felt so lowly in this situation, grovelling before the boss. What could she do but submit to his demands to avoid dismissal.
"You are right you'll never be able to pay back the funds you lost through negligence," he said, warming to his theme. The beautiful young woman looked so contrite he almost felt sorry for her. She had him believing the fantasy play. At least his cock did as it stiffened in his trousers.
"You have behaved like a spoilt child rather than the responsible executive I expected you to be. Perhaps that is the solution. A punishment to fit the crime is in order. If you are to remain in this organisation something to remind you to behave properly is called for."
"Bend over the desk. You will remember a spanking young woman. It will bring you down a peg or two," he demanded.
"Oh, sir! I'm an important executive in your company. You can't expect me to..." she broke off unable to face the alternative, being thrown out with the loss of prestige she had worked so hard for.
With one hand on her back he pressed her nose down where she smelt the leather of the old desk.
"Lift your skirt up," he told her.
Scrambling with the hem she managed to lift it around her waist while balancing on the desk with her forehead. She reached across to grip the edge pulling her body taught over her boss's desk.
She was certainly learning humility. She felt so degraded, in her boss's office displaying her panties for a spanking. She was an important business woman being reduced to an errant school girl. She would never forget this but it was better than being fired.
Leonora felt him pull her panties down and let go of the desk. She bit back the protest reminding her self he was right, she needed to be punished for the wrong doing. 'At least I won't be fired,' she thought.
A slap to her rump brought out a stifled yelp. She gripped a hold of the desk again to prevent the dire need to leap up and run away. She felt his hard hand and heard the slap of her soft cheek, then the other cheek.
The humiliation was difficult to withstand but some how she clung on. She just had to give in for a few moments of this dire punishment to save her position then all would return to normal.
Six in all left her bottom burning. She lay there unable to move in a state of shock.
"What's this young lady? Open your legs, wider," he demanded.
Would the torment never end? What humiliation had she to forbear next?
"Your wet!" his voice was scathing in condemnation.
She didn't understand. A finger wiped between her legs revealing she was wet with arousal. Leonora hadn't realised but it was true, she had become hot from this humiliating punishment. She had let herself down yet again.
Her boss pushed his fingers under her nose to smell the evidence of her excitement. Without thinking she licked his fingers clean.
"You're not a decent lady you're a dirty little slut. What do you want now, slut? Tell me!" he demanded.
Leonora wanted to wake up from this nightmare dreading the words that were forming. "I want your cock, sir, please sir, fuck me, let me cum," the demeaning plea left her panting. On tiptoe she lifted her hips offering up her sex to him in a quest for fulfilment.
She knew she would do anything to feel the fullness inside she desperately needed. The baseness of that desire overtook her. She was no longer a respectable business woman but a wanton slut begging for cock. She knew it and despised herself but couldn't help it.
"Please sir, fill my cunt, and make me cum. I need it, please!" she moaned.
Leonora felt a tentative presence between the lips of her pussy and tried to push back on it. She needed to absorb his manhood into her body to feel it fill her aching hole. The need that had been building all evening was overwhelming.
He held off wanting to take full advantage of her in his fantasy game. Bent over the desk like that she resembled his assistant so well it was a dream coming true. "What are you?" he asked.
