Young Boss Takes Advantage

Young Boss Takes Advantage of Office Girls, Parts 1 & 2

This story is a prequel to "Young Boss Becomes Unwilling Model." In that CFNM story, Tim Johnson's female employees turned the tables on him, getting him progressively less clothed.

This story takes place several months earlier, when Tim still had the upper hand over the women in the office...

Part 1

None of it would have happened if Julie hadn't been so cute or so gullible, or if Tim hadn't been so horny. He was basically a nice guy, and he wouldn't normally have been the type to take advantage of a young woman.

If only Julie hadn't been so cute. And so gullible.

She showed up early for her first day at her new job. At 22 years old and a recent college graduate, the art history major had been surprised to find that employers weren't lined up to hire art historians. A college recruiter had suggested otherwise, and she'd believed him. Unfortunately, that kind of mistaken judgment was not uncommon for Julie. She was smart in some ways, but her best friends knew that she'd always been more than a little naive.

A petite blonde with cornflower blue eyes, Julie was a very pretty girl. She had a lean, athletic build, with medium sized, firm breasts, a narrow waist and slender legs. The boys who had been in school with her -- and more than a few of her teachers -- had agreed that her best feature was her bottom. It was pert, round and perhaps just a little too prominent, given her slender frame.

Right now it was encased in a snug, fairly short gray skirt. She wore nylons, medium-height heels and a crisp white shirt, open at the neck to reveal the tanned skin at her throat. She'd pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail, which gave her a young, innocent look.

Her new boss, Tim Johnson, turned the corner and prepared to unlock the door of his small advertising office. He had worked his way into middle-management at a large company, and a month ago he had been given a promotion and the opportunity to start this small, satellite office. He expected that he would staff up over the next 3 months or so, with a goal of managing a 5 or 6 employee work force by the end of the year.

He smiled when he saw Julie beside the door. "Well, hello Julie. You're here early."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson. I couldn't wait to get started."

"I like that," he said, unlocking the door. At 35, he was still single, having just come out of a long-term, serious relationship. He had hired Julie based on first impressions. She was smart, pretty, and personable, and very eager to please. He needed an assistant, and her job wouldn't be overly challenging, mostly clerical work, keeping his schedule and running a few errands.

He opened the door and waved her inside, content to follow behind her. Her blonde ponytail bobbed playfully, and her behind swayed delightfully in her snug skirt.

"Let's get started," he said, happier than ever that he'd hired her.

The morning was pretty much routine. Tim showed Julie the ropes: these files go in that cabinet, this is how you transfer a call, the supplies are kept in this closet, this is how your computer is configured, etc.

Things first began to get interesting shortly before noon. Julie brought Tim a cup of coffee, and as she put it on his desk she spilled some of it. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, flustered. She looked around her in a mild panic, until Tim retrieved a napkin from a desk drawer. She took it from him, blushing, and cleaned up the spill.

"I'm so sorry," she repeated.

"I'll have to rap your knuckles for that," he joked, pulling out a ruler and holding it up, smiling.

"W- what do you mean?" she asked.

"You weren't raised Catholic, were you?" he said. She looked confused and shook her head. "Whenever a Catholic student made a mistake, the nuns would whack them on the knuckles with a ruler." He pantomimed the action.

"Oh," Julie said, a small frown on her pretty face. She dabbed up the last off the coffee, and tossed the wet napkin in the trash basket. She turned back to him, her eyes never rising about his midsection, and held out her hands, knuckles up.

"What are you—" he began, then stopped. Did this girl not realize he'd been joking with her? After a few seconds passed, and she never looked up or cracked a smile, he saw that she didn't. A thought occurred to him.

He raised the ruler, and gave Julie's knuckles a very light tap, first on the right hand, then on the left. "There you are. I always go easy on my employees for a first offense."

Julie dropped her hands and gave him a grateful look. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson."

"You can call me Tim, remember."

"Sorry."

"That's okay." He thought for a second, then waggled a finger at her playfully. "That doesn't count as a second offense, which is lucky for you."

"Why?" she said, with the same serious, slightly worried expression. "What happens for a second offense?"

The idea came to him in a flash, and he almost didn't say it. But he arched an eyebrow, and figured that he'd give it a try, and if she seemed offended, he could play it off as a joke. "I use this ruler on your tush instead of your knuckles."

The attractive blonde's expression was hilarious. Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she instinctively put both hands behind her, as if she was protecting her derriere from a threat. "Oh. Um. I- I -- I wouldn't want that."

Wow! Was this girl really that gullible?! If he could just keep a straight face for another moment...

"No, you don't," Tim said. "But you don't have to worry, because I'm sure that you've learned your lesson."

"Yes," she said quickly, blushing a little, "I have." She pointed vaguely over her shoulder. "I guess I'll just... get back... to work." When Tim smiled blandly at her, she turned and scurried from the room.

Tim watched her go, his eyes riveted on the wriggling motion under her gray skirt. Wow. Did he dare? Surely she wouldn't let him...

After a long moment's contemplation, he realized that he was smiling, and that he had an erection. He turned and sat back at his desk, his mind racing.

Part 2

When Julie left Tim's office, she was afraid that she was going to hyperventilate.

She really needed this job, and Mr. Johnson seemed like he was going to be a nice boss, and she had been mortified at spilling his coffee. She almost welcomed his little story about Catholic school, and lightly rapping her knuckles with the ruler, because it gave her a chance to make up for her mistake.

But what he said about a second offense! It had caught her so much by surprise that an image had flashed into her mind of her standing by his desk, her back to him, while he raised his arm to bring his ruler down on her butt! That mortifying thought paralyzed her, and she didn't even know what she'd said before she'd escaped his office.

Now, sitting at her desk, she replayed the conversation. He couldn't be serious. Right? All of her life she'd been teased because she was so gullible and easy to prank, and she wondered if this was one of those times. He had to be joking! Of course he was. He'd probably never even bring it up again, or if he did, he would laugh about it, and she'd know that it was just a silly, offhand joke.

She went back to work, trying to reassure herself, but with a little, uneasy doubt nibbling at her thoughts.

She was very careful for the rest of the day, and as 5:00 o'clock rolled around, she was relieved that her first day at her new job was over, and all without a "second offense." She popped in to her boss' office. "Mr. Johnson, if you don't need me to do anything else, I'm going to head home."

Tim smiled at her. "I'm good. Congratulations on a very fine first day, Julie." He thought quickly, wanting to plant one last thought in her pretty head. "I'm glad we were able to leave Mr. Ruler in the desk this afternoon."

"Ugh!" Tim thought. "Mr. Ruler?!" Could he have said anything more corny?

But just as he began to chastise himself, he noticed the instant blush and cute little frown on Julie's face. "Y- yes... well... me too. See you tomorrow."

His petite blonde employee turned and practically ran away from his office, giving him one last chance to contemplate her shapely rump, wiggling across the room in full retreat. As she closed the front door behind her, he began to plot ways to take advantage of Julie's tempting combination of eagerness to please and naivete.

That night, Julie lay awake in her bed, playing Tim's words over and over in her head. He had been joking. He had to be! He seemed like a very nice man, and very professional, and professional men didn't go around whacking their female employees' butts with rulers! It was ridiculous! He was only joking. But as she was falling asleep, she found that her nipples were erect, as she replayed Tim's words.

Across town, Tim lay awake just like Julie had, except that he was playing her reactions and words over and over in his head. The way she'd submissively held her knuckles out for him to swat. The way she'd blushed and stammered when he had described the consequences of a second offense. He reached his hand under the covers, and began to stroke himself as he contemplated traps to lay for his innocent, young employee.

On Tuesday morning, Julie was waiting for him early, again. She had slept well, except that she woke up before her alarm, rattled by a strange dream. She'd been sitting at her desk outside of Mr. Johnson's office. Everything was normal, except that when he called her to his office and she stood up, she realized that she'd forgotten to wear her skirt or panties. She was bottomless in the office! She woke up in a light sweat, and she somehow managed to blush her way through a shower and halfway through breakfast.

"Good morning, Julie," Tim said, opening the door again. Once again he followed his attractive employee into the office. Today she was wearing a cream-colored skirt under a dark blue shirt. He noticed that the skirt was once again very snug around her derriere, but he knew why: with that small, slender frame, a skirt that fits at her small waist is going to necessarily be tight around her generous behind.

As he settled in at his desk and turned his computer on, he asked Julie to put some coffee on. A few minutes later, she came through his door, carefully carrying a steaming cup. He couldn't help but smile at the pretty frown of concentration on her face, her thoughts absolutely transparent: "I will NOT spill the coffee this time!"

As she placed the cup on his desk, she triumphantly announced, "Here's your coffee, Mr. Johnson."

Tim grinned and wagged his finger at her. "Uh uh uh." He turned to his desk and retrieved the ruler from the top drawer. "What did we say you should call me?"

Julie looked crestfallen, and that adorable blush of hers suddenly colored her cheeks. "Tim." She lowered her head just a bit, and before Tim could say anything, she raised her hands and held them out in front of her.

"Excellent!" Tim thought. Once again he lightly rapped first one hand and then the other. "Okay, Julie, that's a first offense first thing in the morning. You'll have to be on your best behavior for the rest of the day."

His tone was purposefully light, but he was delighted at her reaction. She dropped her hands and nodded her head. "Yes sir. I mean... Tim." She retreated from the room, and Tim grinned and looked at his watch. It was 10 minutes after 8:00. Julie would not be able to be mistake-free for the next 7 hours and 50 minutes. He was going to take one more little step, and test exactly how gullible his new employee was.