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Chapter Five – The Office
The next morning, I woke up feeling hung over even though I hadn't had a thing to drink the night before. Then I felt a pain I would soon become quite accustomed to – the pain of morning wood. I could feel my dick strain against the chastity belt. I thought a cool shower would make me feel better, but instead it had the opposite effect. Normally I would jerk off in the shower - not any more. I could feel the frustration coursing through my veins. I took an open palm and slammed it against the shower wall.
I looked down at the ridiculous contraption attached to my dick. It was a vicious little plastic shell with a loop at the base for my balls to pass through. The head of my imprisoned penis (a horrible prison with a ruthless female warden) poked through the end, so it was possible to urinate. The contraption wasn't overly uncomfortable except for the obvious restriction. Each time my dick tried to rise up, the belt caught it cold. I could feel my dick spasm again and again as it attempted to expand and was efficiently denied by the belt. My balls felt heavy and sore. It was rare for me to go a day without ejaculating and I hadn't yesterday.
I yanked as hard as I could on the sheath, attempting to pull it off my dick. But as I did, the ring pinched my balls and caused more intense pain. Again I thumped the wall of shower stall in agony.
Marching off to my former bedroom, I decided to try talking some sense into Lydia. I saw the light was on in the bedroom, which didn't surprise me. My wife was an early riser. I knocked on the door.
"What is it?" said the voice from within.
I opened the door and found my wife reading in bed. She glanced up at me. "You better have a good reason for entering my bedroom without being summoned."
"Honey," I started.
"Don't honey me. You’re to refer to me as either 'ma'am,' or 'Miss Lydia.'
I felt the anger surging but took a deep breath. "Ma'am," I said, not believing my own words. "Look, I mean, this is crazy. I- I promise I'll never cheat on you again. Just let me out of this stupid belt. Please."
"Someone wanted to beat off in the shower," she said in a singsong voice.
"Oh, Lydia, stop it! I'm your husband for chrissakes."
"Hubby is the more appropriate word at this stage," she said. "You just earned another day of chastity for not referring to me by my proper title. That makes eight days of no release. Want to go for more?"
"Look, L- I mean, ma'am, this is- I promise I'll change! Just give me another chance."
"I'm already giving you another chance by not divorcing you," she said. "And I know you're going to change. You have no choice, silly. Come here." She motioned for me to approach the bed.
"Get on your knees."
I did as I was told.
"Make eye contact with me when I address you," she said.
Once I had complied she said, "This is your new life, Charley. Get used to it. I own that vile little penis now and the sooner you accept that fact the easier it will be for you. Do you understand?"
"I- I-," I searched for something to say.
"Give it up, Charley. Let me repeat what I said. I own your penis now, and I own you too. Understand?"
"Honey, this is crazy!" I yelled.
"You're at two weeks with no orgasm now. Want to go for three?"
"I- I," again I couldn't believe this.
"I- I," she mimicked me. "Look Charley, I'm saving who knows how many women out there from the disappointment of your wimpy little penis. You always sucked in bed anyhow."
I was speechless.
She continued: "Truth hurts, doesn't it?" When I had no reply she said, "DOESN'T IT, Charley? This is the part where you answer your superior."
"Y- Yes, ma'am," I said. Suddenly I felt that odd feeling of excitement. Then my penis began throbbing and the pain hit me again. With it came the anger and frustration.
Lydia pointed to the door. "Now get out of my room, unless you want another week of chastity tacked on."
I reluctantly headed to the door. "Oh, and Charley, your list of chores is on the kitchen table. I expect them to be completed without fail or I'll add more time. One more thing." I turned. "Say hi to Carissa for me," she smiled.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, once again infuriated.
"Good, now run along," she said with a flip of her hand.
Downstairs, I found the list. She wanted me to go to the grocery store, pick up her dry cleaning and start the laundry when I got home. Argh!
Arriving at the office a half hour later, I found a pink post-it note stuck to my computer monitor. It had girly writing on it. The words read, "See me immediately. –Carissa." The stupid bitch dotted her I's with big circles as though she was still a teenager.
I walked to her office like a condemned man. How much had Lydia shared with her? What would this little blonde bitch do? I knocked on the door.
Carissa was seated behind her desk. She looked fantastic today. She wore her crème-colored pants suit that I loved so much. She was writing something on a note pad when I entered and paid me no attention at all. I began to think maybe Lydia had issued an idle threat and Carissa didn't know about my predicament at home, or perhaps she'd just avoid going there.
Carissa looked up and gave me a smile I hadn't ever seen for her. It was a vindictive smile. I could almost see the crease between her eyes. "And how are we today, Charley?" she asked.
"Ok," I said, not wanting to give anything away.
"Just ok?" she asked. "Come around to this side of the desk for a moment," she said, pointing to where she wanted me to stand.
I walked around to the other side. I looked down at Carissa, who folded her legs neatly in the chair that was much too big for her narrow frame. She dangled a red high heel from one foot.
"Feeling a bit frustrated, are we?" She teased. I could feel the pain again in my groin.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, let's cut the charade right now. I know everything there is to know. Take your pants off," she said, to my utter shock.
"Excuse me."
"You heard me. Take your pants off NOW."
I reluctantly began to comply.
"What do you say?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am."
"No, call your wife ma'am. I prefer 'boss.'"
"Yes boss."
"Good boy. Now hurry up! Don't keep me waiting." I removed my pants and stood in front of her.
"Are you kidding me? Your wife has a lot of work to do to train you properly. Underpants OFF! Don't think you're keeping any secrets from me. When I order you to take off your pants, from now on that means pants and underpants."
I reluctantly pulled down my underpants.
She began laughing hysterically while I stood there like an idiot. "Now that's what I call poetic justice," she said. "A philandering male put in his place by his superior wife. I love it! This is going to make bossing you around so much more fun, knowing you're being denied like this."
I didn't know what to say to that. I felt enraged, but again that creeping feeling of erotic excitement from my groin. I guess there was something about having a female boss who was younger and more capable than me. Then again, maybe it was those tight pants hugging around her unbridled little pussy, just mocking me from the chair.
Suddenly Carissa interrupted my thoughts. "You really had no idea what you were up against, did you? You thought I was some ditzy blonde who you would be able to push around. It's ok. C'mon, be honest with me, Chuck, you thought I'd be a pushover."
"I thought I had more experience than you. I mean, I do."
"True," she said. "You have more experience. You are also talentless and undisciplined. At least you used to be. But we're going to fix that. I had a long conversation with your wife last night. We talked about your training and we agreed it would take a coordinated effort between your wife...and your boss."
"Yes, boss."
"Good boy. I wish I had a mirror in here. You should see yourself standing in front of me like the de-pansed idiot that you are. Okay, here's the way this is going to work. First I removed your pants. Now I'm going to remove your dignity."
She reached into her desk and pulled out a large wooden paddle. It looked like something out of a fraternity. "This is something I've wanted to do for a long time.” She unfolded her legs and positioned her ass in her chair, squeezing her thighs together.
She tapped the large paddle against her palm. She pointed to her lap. "Get your ass over my knee."
I hesitated again. I knew the predicament I was in but there was something about that paddle that put the fear of god into me.
Carissa spoke again, with her annoying bitchy little voice. "Listen, Chuck you have two choices. You can either get your ass out of my office, pack your stuff and leave, where I'm sure your wife will kick you from the house and ruin your financially. OR, you can get your ass over my lap for a good old-fashioned punishment.”
I ran things over in my head. Talk about being in between a rock and a hard place. I did NOT want this little bitch to spank me like I was a child. It would represent my ultimate defeat, as far as I was concerned, at the hands of a skirt no less - a chick, a tart, a dumb blonde. But then I thought of what my life would become when Anna was done with me. I'd be ruined. Then I thought of Carissa. There was something about taking orders from her that I found exciting. Despite what it might mean for my career and my future, I felt myself giving in. With that, I positioned myself over Carissa's lap.
"I knew you'd see it my way," she said. She pinched my sheathed penis between her knees, trapping it firmly. Then she straightened her narrow upper body, which caused my trapped penis to stretch as she pulled her knees down slightly. From my vantage point, I could see her feet pulled neatly together. I had to admit I had a fetish for leather boots. And to think those feet belonged to a woman who was just entering middle school when I received my high school diploma.
"Give me your hand," she said. "No, your other one, stupid. There, that's it." She twisted it behind my back. I groaned from the sharp pain in my shoulder.
"You know," she said, as she rested the paddle across my buns. "This isn't the first time I've had a fully grown man over my lap. I had a wonderful female professor and role model in college who taught me all about the benefits of male spanking. It's the physical and emotional domination of the male in its purest state. There's something so perfect about taking a wayward male over one's lap and smacking his naked bottom. I've found the psychological impact to be totally overwhelming to most men. There's no better form of humiliation on the planet," she said as she stared off into the far corner of the room with a serious look of concentration and contemplation on her face.
With that, she raised her hand and shattered my world as I knew it.
The next ten minutes were the most cathartic ten minutes of my life. At first the blows were startling and incredibly painful. It was a totally different experience compared to the hand-spanking Lydia had given me the night before. I tried to move, but she was much stronger than I expected her to be. She had my arm trapped painfully and her knees were like a bear trap around my sheathed penis. Any wiggling of my ass caused my dick to stretch in ways it was unused to stretching. I began to groan and kick my legs. At some point I started begging her to stop. But the blows kept coming. The paddle was so big, it covered both of my ass cheeks. Every so often she would hesitate from her usual rhythm and I'd be left flinching and flopping in her lap like a fish out of water. I clenched my ass cheeks as I tried unsuccessfully to anticipate the next blow.
"Two for flinching," she said, and gave me two quick whomps before stopping again. Those brought me close to the edge. I kept my ass cheeks clenched, I'm sure to her great amusement, and began begging her to stop. "Please C- Miss Carissa, boss, I- I give up. You win."
She didn't respond. Instead she once again began a rapid, merciless paddling of the center of my now scalding ass. After ten of these, she said, "This is where I put your ass into the frying pan."
Soon after this ominous comment, she increased the pace of her paddling. It was an onslaught and her hardest blows. My legs now convulsed in a futile attempt to carry my body to safety. But it was useless. They took me nowhere. She would later tell me this happens to all men shortly before they break down. It's an instinctual effort to escape the pain. Now I could feel myself giving in. My legs stopped kicking and suddenly I just let it all out. I hadn't cried since I was 14 years old. My sobs were of the deep, heaving variety. I slumped into her lap, head down, just bawling my eyes out. Inside, despite the intense pain, I felt an odd sense of safety as a higher being took charge of me.
Once she felt me go limp, Carissa held the paddle against my burning ass and said, "That's it, Chuck, let it all out. I know it must hurt so much. I don't think you'll go cheating on your wife any time soon, will you?"
"No ma'am," I wailed.
"It's 'boss.' she said. "Do I have to blister your ass for you some more?"
"No boss!" I hurried to correct myself.
"Better," she said. "Now get off my lap and get under my desk where you belong." I felt her sink her fingers into my ribs and shove me onto the floor. I slipped off her lap and flopped two feet onto my stomach, a piece of wreckage in front of my boss, who casually smoothed out the wrinkles in her tight pants.
She stood and held the paddle up menacingly with one hand. She pointed with the other to a spot on the floor beneath her desk. "Crawl under my desk! What are you waiting for?"
I saw her beautiful cunt jutting proudly forward in her pants. It was almost as though she was taunting me with it. Then I felt that tingling submissive feeling again. I scurried under her desk.
"On your stomach and face me," she ordered.
"Yes boss," I said.
Her boots were now directly in front of me.
"My boots need polishing. Use your tongue."
"Yes boss."
She proceeded to make a sales call while I lay there licking at her boots. At one point she paused and said, "Make them nice and shiny." Then she went back to her phone call as though I wasn't there.
Then to my horror, I heard her buzz someone in the office. Marsha answered, "Yes Carissa, what's up."
"Come on in here. There's something you have GOT to see."
"I'll be right there," said Marsha. I could hear the excitement in her voice.
Once I hear Marsha hang up, I again heard Carissa's voice. "Get up," she said.
I stood up.
"Are you forgetting something?"
"What is it?" I asked, confused, probably due to the pounding I had just taken.
"Yes, boss," she said, reaching around me and slapping my ass with her open hand. "Now stand with your back facing the door. Like this," she said, standing and positioning me so I stood next to her chair and faced the window.
I heard the door open and click and then the laughter of the company founder. "Oh my god. Look at that ass. It's so RED!" she exclaimed.
" I don't mess around," laughed Carissa. "Why do you think you hired me?"
"Good point. Well I can see somebody is getting a serious comeuppance. How's it feel to be put in your place like this?" she asked me.
I had no idea what to say. Suddenly I felt a hard crack on my swollen ass. Carissa slapped each cheek hard. Because it was so sensitive, the slap instantly produced fresh tears.
"Owww! It- it hurts," I said, and I'm ashamed to say I was crying again.
Again, Carissa spanked each cheek her with hand, causing me to begin my deep sobs again. "Address her as your superior, you idiot," said Carissa. "Yes Miss Marsha."
"Yes Miss Marsha."
"I'm so sorry, Marsha," said Carissa. "Give me some time and I'll have him jumping through hoops for you."
"I have no doubts about that," beamed Marsha. "No doubt whatsoever." Then, she addressed me, "Charley."
"Turn around, Chuck - a woman is addressing you," ordered Carissa.
"Yes boss," I said, out of fear of getting my ass slapped again.
Marsha spoke: "I've been waiting a long time to see someone put you in your place like this. And I'm absolutely thrilled it's a talented young woman. You are to fawn over Carissa. Whatever she needs you to do. And I mean WHATEVER she needs to do. She has my complete blessing to do whatever it takes to humiliate you and teach you respect for women. It’s either that, or a one way ticket out of here. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, Miss Marsha," I said, still sobbing.
"Wonderful," said Marsha. "This has been a long time coming. I can't tell how thrilling it is for me as a woman watching a young lady like Carissa come in and reform your behavior over the past two months. And the funny thing is, I think you’ve wanted this on a subconscious level."
"Of course he wants it," added Carissa. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve caught him staring at my body.” She faced me. "Now, Chuck, I spoke with Lydia last night and I promised we'd give her an update on your behavior. So, just stand at attention while we give her a call."
I began to feel angry again. To be treated like a child was upsetting to me.
Carissa sat back down in her chair and dialed off those numbers rapid fire. "Hello," I heard my wife on the other line.
I waited for Carissa to say something. Instead, she turned to me. "It's your wife, Chuck. I think you have something to tell her."
"Uh, yes boss," I said. "Hi Lyd- I mean, ma'am."
"Hello Charley," she said. It sounded like she was suppressing a smile. I didn't know what to say.
"Tell her how your female boss just spanked you to tears," said Carissa proudly, as Marsha smiled at the scene in front of her.
"Ma'am," I said, not even believing what my life had come to. "I- I was a bad boy, and C- I mean my boss-"
"Your FEMALE boss," said Carissa. "Tell her how I took you over my lap and spanked you until you were sobbing!"
"My female boss spanked me to tears." Something about the admission of this fact caused me to break down crying and sobbing again.
Lydia's laughter echoed through the speaker phone and filled the room. "Just wonderful," she said. "Carissa, thank you VERY much for addressing behavior. I'm quite certain he's going to learn his lesson about who is in charge of his life now."
"Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me," said Carissa proudly as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
"Charley, I hope you know now how serious I am about this new arrangement," said Lydia.
"Yes ma'am."
"You've had this coming to you for a long time. Carissa and I will be speaking regularly on the phone and keeping close tabs on your behavior. Both of us will take great joy in doing whatever is necessary to teach you proper respect and contrition. Are we clear?"
"Yes ma'am," I said, the tears rolling down my face.
"Good boy."
Carissa chimed in: "Isn't it amazing what a little properly applied feminine discipline can do to the male ego?"
Marsha burst into laughter, as did Lydia on the phone.
"You've got that right," said Marsha. I had to see it for myself to believe it.
"You know, my girlfriend Anna the lawyer told me how easy it would be," said Lydia. "I didn't believe her, but now I do. I think Charley might not be so willing to admit it but he likes to be humiliated by women. Don't you Charley?"
"I- I don’t know, ma'am," I said.
Lydia continued. "Last night, Anna just diddled with his genitals a bit and he melted into our hands."
"Is that true, Charley?" said Carissa. "All this time you've been resisting me, you secretly were glad that I was your new boss?"
I wanted the promotion and the truth was I was very unhappy when she got my job. But I figured it would be better to fall into line. "Yes boss."
"Ha! I’m not sure I believe you, but it doesn’t matter. I’m in charge now, and frankly I don’t give a shit if you get off on it or not," said Carissa.
With that they said their goodbyes. "See you at home, Charley," Lydia said. "Don’t forget your chores."
"Yes ma'am."
Carissa turned to me. "Charley, put your clothing back on and go work on those leads I emailed you. Marsha and I need to have a talk."
"Yes boss."
I stepped out into the hall and there was my secretary, Joan and Carissa's secretary Gina. Both must have heard what was going on because they both had wide grins. I should mention we had a very small office with me, Marsha, Carissa, Gina and Joan. The rest of the sales force and management team were located in the suburbs. I only hoped Gina and Joan wouldn't get to witness my shame first hand.
The rest of the afternoon was quite painful. My ass was so sore I couldn't sit properly at my desk. Carissa came in at some point and saw me standing and typing. She flashed a triumphant smile. "I got you good, didn’t I?" she said. My door was partially open and I feared that Joan could hear her in the hallway. .
“Yes boss,” I said.
“Well, don’t you worry. You can expect more of that treatment should there be additional misbehavior, though I might be delegating your spankings to the other ladies from now on.”
What did that mean? Did she mean Martha? Or, heavens help me, one of the secretaries? I tried to put that out of my head and do everything I could to make my new boss happy.
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