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When I arrived at work on Tuesday morning I refused to look at any of my colleagues. I couldn't face the shame and the humiliation after what John had done to me in front of them all. What I'd let John do to me. I couldn't concentrate on my work, my mind too consumed with the memory of John's hands on my body, spanking me, fingering me, making me cry and moan.
At about ten am, Mr Blackwood came striding out of his office. He stood with his feet firmly planted apart and hands on hips, surveying the room that had gone eerily silent. He cleared his throat and in a booming voice demanded everybody's attention.
"It has come to my attention that an employee in this department has behaved....inappropriately," said Mr Blackwood.
John stared at me across our desks, a shit-eating grin on his face. He knew, just as I did, that I was about to be subjected to yet another humiliation. I stiffened in my chair, anticipating whatever punishment my boss had in store for me.
"I am speaking about the severe misuse of company property," Mr Blackwood continued.
Confused looks were exchanged around the office. It didn't sound like this had anything to do with me and yet I still couldn't release the tension that had gathered inside me.
"John?" Mr Blackwood turned suddenly to face him, eyebrows raised inquisitively. "Do you have anything you'd like to confess?"
"What...I...What?" John spluttered, looking around the room for help.
A smile slid onto my face as I watched John squirm under the scrutiny.
"Speak in whole sentences, John," Mr Blackwood said.
"I haven't misused anything," John said.
"Oh really?" Mr Blackwood walked across the room, taking his time, making John sweat as he approached. Mr Blackwood stopped behind me and I felt my pulse quicken. I felt his hands settle on my shoulders and I jumped as if I'd been zapped with electricity.
"I have it on very good authority that you misused Dani yesterday and whilst Dani is company property only very senior members of staff have authorisation to use her. You are at the bottom of the pecking order, you barely have the authorisation to operate a stapler," Mr Blackwood, his voice full of ice. I could feel his breath on my hair, feel his fingers pressing into my shoulders.
"Mr Blackwood, please. I think I--"
"You're fired. Clear your desk and fuck off." Mr Blackwood released my shoulders as he strode back to his office. "Dani, follow," he commanded without even looking back at me.
I took a moment to offer John a gloating smile. He was sitting in his chair staring blankly back at me, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"Bye John," I said as I stood up and followed Mr Blackwood. I walked with a spring in my step, feeling the first bit of happiness in days. My colleagues were all watching me but now none of them were laughing at me.
I entered Mr Blackwood's office and closed the door behind me.
Mr Blackwood perched on the edge of his desk. His eyes were intense, like an eagle searching for prey, and he held his arms firmly across his chest, anchoring him in place.
"You let him touch you like that in the middle of the office," he said accusingly.
"You told me to obey him," I said, refusing to let him blame me for what he'd told me to do.
"Take off your shoes," he said.
I was confused by the command but did so without argument. In such a small amount of time he'd conditioned me to obey his commands almost without question. I slid the stilletoes off my feet and kicked them away from me. I lost over an inch in height and suddenly felt much smaller.
"Making him coffee, running errands for him is one thing. Letting him finger your cunt in front of everybody is quite another matter." If I didn't know better I would have said he sounded jealous.
"I didn't realise there was a limit to what I was supposed to do," I said, trying desperately to keep my tone respectful.
"Remove your stockings," he said.
I peeled my stockings off quickly and flung them to join my shoes on the floor. Unlike before it felt like Mr Blackwood was having me strip purely for punishment rather than for any sexual reason.
"Dani. I had plans for you. My plans did not involve you getting finger-banged by John in the middle of the office," he said.
"Sir, I did not mean to go against your wishes, I misunderstood your instructions," I said carefully.
"Oh, so you're just an idiot instead of a raging slut?"
I fought back the instinct to protest, balling my hands into fists at my sides. "Yes, Sir," I said, feeling the burn of embarrassment creep up my neck.
"Lose the blouse," he said. I undid the buttons and shrugged the garment off my shoulders. I was so used to stripping on command that I barely felt any shame about it any more. I dropped the shirt on the floor and stood before him in my bra and skirt.
"You really are stupid. I told you not to wear bras anymore," he said.
"I forgot," I said in a whisper.
"Drop the skirt."
I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stood before him in just my bra and panties. My bra was made of white lace and I was wearing a simple white thong. I'd known it was a bad idea to wear a thong to work considering how my days tended to turn out, but all my other panties were in the laundry.
Mr Blackwood stood up and walked around me slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. "I was wrong about you," he said as he stopped directly behind me. I could feel us eyes on my bare ass cheeks.
