Story I thought I was just having a regular evening at home, but when my boss shows up unexpectedly, I realize I'm in for a stern reprimand. He wastes no time in informing me that my performance at work has been subpar, and that a punishment is in order to correct my behavior. His authoritative tone sends shivers down my spine - I know better than to question his methods. He instructs me to remove my glasses, the symbol of my professionalism, and to secure my hair into a neat bun. With my vision slightly blurred and my hair out of the way, I'm ordered to present my hands in front of me. ...

Story I thought I was just having a regular evening at home, but when my boss shows up unexpectedly, I realize I'm in for a stern reprimand. He wastes no time in informing me that my performance at work has been subpar, and that a punishment is in order to correct my behavior. His authoritative tone sends shivers down my spine - I know better than to question his methods. He instructs me to remove my glasses, the symbol of my professionalism, and to secure my hair into a neat bun. With my vision slightly blurred and my hair out of the way, I'm ordered to present my hands in front of me. My boss, with a firm grip, binds my wrists together, ensuring I'm fully under his control. The rough rope against my skin is a stark reminder of my predicament. I'm instructed to stand up and bend over, offering my exposed bottom for inspection. My boss takes a moment to admire my vulnerable position, no doubt savoring the power he holds over me. It's clear that my punishment is about to begin, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The first smack of the paddle against my cheeks stings sharply, but I manage to thank my boss for administering this well-deserved correction. I hope that showing my gratitude will appease him, but it seems he has other plans. He deems me ready for further discipline and produces a ballgag, which he secures firmly in my mouth. Muffled by the gag, I can only nod in understanding as he orders me to climb onto the bed. Once on the bed, I'm arranged with my legs spread and my ass raised high, fully exposing myself to his scrutiny. He resumes the spanking, each strike of his hand making me moan through the gag. The sensation is intense, a mix of pain and an unexpected tinge of pleasure that I dare not acknowledge. My boss lifts my skirt, revealing my already reddened bum, a testament to the severity of my punishment. He continues to spank me with the paddle, the impact resonating through my body with each strike. I'm tied in such a way that he has a clear view of my face, ensuring that he can witness every flicker of discomfort and arousal that crosses my features. After a thorough spanking, I'm untied and made to promise that I'll do a better job at work. I'm sincere in my commitment - I never want to disappoint him again. But just when I think it's over, he instructs me to turn over for one final spank. I comply, bending over the bed once more, and he delivers a powerful smack that leaves my ass stinging and even redder than before. With the punishment complete, I'm told to get dressed and report back to work immediately. As I pull on my clothes, I can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. I've been disciplined, yes, but I've also been given a chance to prove myself. I'm determined to show my boss that I can be the exemplary secretary he expects me to be.
(secretary, punishment, spanking, paddle, ballgag, discipline, office roleplay, authority, submission, correction, red bum, bondage )