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After months of searching for a job, your friend from college had finally been able to pull some strings and land you a secretary position in her workplace.
It had started out so well. Your friend helped you settle in, you started to make friends with your coworkers and it seemed as if your boss had already taken a liking to you.
But as time went on at your new job, the relationship between you and your boss started to change.
The squeezes on your shoulder after you successfully did what she asked began to linger longer than one would consider professional. Every time she'd call you to her office to give you another task, she'd gently grip your chin and force you to make eye contact as she spoke.
And while she got noticeably more touchy, she also got more mean. She would find random small things to criticize you for, find ways to humiliate you in front of your coworkers, and then would call you into her office to have a “talk” once you finally stood up for yourself.
Of course, these “talks” included no talking. She only used it as an excuse to punish you the way she truly wanted to.
But you didn't want to leave. You needed this job and with every cruel act, you became more desperate for her approval. Aching to feel her warm hand cupping your cheek again when she praises you for a job well done.
That doesn't mean you couldn't try to get back at her though.
Since she loves to insult your “prudish” fashion choices, you decided you'd wear something a bit more revealing today to get her attention.
You wore a tight black skirt that hugged your figure and threatened to show your panties at the slightest bend. Coily hair pulled into a high puff and black stockings.
You sensed her presence before you heard her dress shoes clacking up behind you. A sudden hand gripping the back of your thigh just below your ass almost caused you to spill the coffee you were making for her.
“Meet me in my office when you're done. I need to speak to you”
Her lips grazed your ear as she whispered. Your breath hitched and you leaned into her.
You replied with a “Yes ma'am” and she stalked away to her office.
You dropped off the coffees you made for the team and gulped down a few swigs of your own in an attempt to prepare for another ‘scolding’ from your boss.
You opened the door to Sevika's office and she glanced at you from her seat behind her desk. She gestures for you to come to her and you hesitantly walk over and stand in front of her spread legs.
She gives you a sharp glare and whips your body around. Your ass faces her and you know she can see the glimpse of underwear peeking from underneath your skirt.
You hear a scoff from behind you “What made you think this was appropriate?”
“I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to dress like this?”
Her grip on your hips becomes tighter and you wince a bit.
She pauses for a while like she's considering whether she wants to hurt you or fuck you.
“Bend over” She orders.
You hesitate and look back at her. “Why? You're gonna punish me for nothing? I'm not breaking the dress code.”
She stands and presses her body flush against your back. Her mechanical arm grips your cheeks and your face is pulled to face hers.
“Keep playing with me and see what happens.”
You try to stand your ground even as her grip starts to hurt your jaw.
“I ain't scared of you." you whisper
Her brows raise and her eye twitches. You can see her visibly trying to hold back her scowl as her grip tightens.
“Fine” is all she says before she releases your face and bends you over her desk.
You gasp as she roughly lifts your skirt out the way to reveal a pair of lacy black panties underneath. You attempt to block her hands and pull your skirt back down, only to have them gripped and held behind your back.
“Uh uh. Don't try to back out now. This is what you wanted.”
She switches your wrists to her mechanical hand so she can rub circles into your clothed pussy.
“Prancing around with this skimpy ass skirt on. You thought I wouldn't notice you coming to work dressed like a hooker?”
Her flesh hand leaves your pussy and you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling.
Your breath quickens in fear and anticipation. You can handle a couple spanks but this is a punishment she'd never done before. You start to squirm, trying to free your hands from her grasp but she doesn't budge. She huffs out a husky laugh
“Acting like you don't want it. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?”
“Wait Sevika, please!”
She lands a slap on your pussy and your eyes start to water.
“What do you call me?" She says.
You sniffle in reluctance and stay silent.
She slaps your pussy again, this time harsher and directly on your clit.
“Say my name, bitch.”
you cry out “Ms. Sevika!”
You can hear her smirk when she praises you
“Good girl” she says as she finally takes off her belt completely and snaps it against your ass without warning.
You let out a squeal and she whips you harder the second time.
“Shut up” she says firmly “You want them to hear you?”
“No, ma'am” You whimper and bite your lip to muffle your screams.
She gives hit after hit until you're sobbing and begging for her forgiveness and eventually - she accepts it.
She pulls you upright by your puff and squeezes your cheeks together with her flesh hand. Your head is shaken gently as she coos at your tear soaked face.
“aww poor baby. You've never been punished like that before, have you?” “uh uh” is all you can mewl through your smushed lips.
She mocks your pout and wipes the tears from your face.
“Please” you whisper
“Please what, baby?”
“Please touch me”
A smirk spreads across her ebony lips while she slowly moves your hand down to her pants.
You feel a bulge beneath her clothes and make eye contact with her.
Was she planning for this?
“Take it out for me” she orders
You slowly turn around to pull her pants down and pull her strap out.
She tells you to get on your knees and you do so without hesitation.
Her flesh hand strokes her strap like she can feel it and you try not to salivate. She taps the thick purple plastic on your lips. “Get it wet”
You lick her strap all over until there’s saliva dripping to the floor. Her hums and slight moans make you dizzy and you attempt to fit it in your throat until a sharp hand tugs your head back.
“That’s enough” she says before she pulls you to your feet by your puff. You don’t even have enough time to wipe the spit from your mouth before she bends you over the desk again and shoves her fingers inside you.
It only takes a couple minutes for her to finish prepping you. The ‘punishment’ had your pussy leaking enough for the prep to not even be necessary.
She lines her strap up to your hole and you feel her push into you.
By the time her thrusts start picking up speed, your mind is already deep in the clouds. All you can think of is the push and pull of Sevika’s strap and her degrading encouragements
“Yeah, take this dick, slut”
“This is all your little mind can think of, huh? Poor baby just wants to be fucked”
It doesn't matter what she says, everything is answered with whines and a mewled “uh huh”
Her thrusts get harder the louder you moan. She slaps your ass as you start to fuck yourself back on her dick, coaxing you into going faster.
Your pussy clenches the closer you get to your climax and Sevika swears she can feel it.
“Cum on this dick, baby.”
Her permission makes your pussy gush and you shudder through your climax.
She continues fucking into you while your body goes limp. You put your hand on her rocking hips, attempting to stop her movement.
“M-miss, please. No more-”
She shushes you almost instantly, putting a hand around your mouth, making your back arch in the process.
The squelching of her strap pounding your pussy and the friction on her clit tips her over the edge. She grunts out a moan and slows to a subtle grind until she eventually stills.
Heavy pants and the smell of sex fills the room. She slowly pulls out of you and gently pulls you up to her chest.
She kisses your cheek down to your shoulder and pulls your lacy panties back up. She grabs a long cardigan from the back of her chair and wraps it around you.
Your mind is completely emptied as her husky voice whispers in your ear to go back to your desk.
You sit through the rest of the work day in cum soaked panties until she comes up behind your chair and grips the back of your neck. As you ride in her car, on the way to her apartment - you plot your next act of defiance, hoping she’ll put you in your place again.