Punishing a naughty employee in the boss’s office

— …So that’s it, Alex. You’re fired. As of today. You don’t have to come in tomorrow, — the boss’s voice was full of anger and irritation. At the end he must have slammed the phone down so hard that the sound struck painfully in my ears. The line went dead with short beeps.

So that was really it. I hadn’t been particularly attached to this job. During my two years as head of the regional branch I had never taken a vacation and had turned into an irritable, angry, unsociable person. But still… I had always imagined my dismissal differently. First, it was supposed to be my decision, and second, in my fantasies everyone would be begging me with tears in their eyes to stay… But, alas.

I stood up from my large leather chair, opened the safe and took out a half-finished bottle of good whiskey. I poured myself half a glass and downed it in one gulp.

I still had to tell the employees somehow, maybe arrange a farewell gathering, invite everyone to a café… I poured myself another drink, finished it, and put the bottle back in the safe.

There was a knock on the door.

— Alex, may I come in?

From the voice I recognized the head of HR, Olivia.

— Yes, come in, — I sat back in my chair and thought how quickly HR worked if they had already come to fire me within a minute.

A tall brunette in her mid-forties entered the office wearing a blue office suit. Her hair fell over her shoulders and she wore very little makeup. For her age she looked quite attractive: a round face, gray eyes, a thin nose and full lips, small earrings sparkling in her ears. The blue jacket fit tightly over her white blouse, hinting at rather full breasts, though the exact size was hard to guess. A pencil skirt hugged her wide hips and full backside and ended just below the knees. She held several folders pressed to her chest with slender hands decorated with bright red nails. Besides her wedding ring she wore several other rings of different shapes.

— Hello! We’ve run into a small problem, — she said apologetically as she sat down across from me. — My girls made a mistake. An employee left six months ago but the termination order was never issued… So officially he’s still on the payroll, and we’ve been paying him a salary…

I exhaled mentally — so she hadn’t come about me. HR still didn’t know I had been fired.

— That’s bad, — I said thoughtfully, turning my head slightly. — That means we owe him money… Fine, we’ll pay him and the losses will be assigned to you. Is it a large amount?

She clearly lost her composure.

— Huge… I don’t have that kind of money…

— Then take a loan and pay it, — the alcohol and the situation made me reckless. I had nothing left to lose and decided to amuse myself. — Or we’ll fire you. But we’ll recover the money through court anyway.

I looked at her carefully and sternly. Her lips trembled and tears almost appeared in her eyes.

— Maybe there are some options? Through accounting or something… — she looked at me pleadingly.

In reality I had learned about the situation recently. The former employee had come to me himself. Being an honest man, he admitted he had been receiving money by mistake, apologized and left a stack of cash equal to the amount he had received. The money was still in my safe and I hadn’t decided what to do with it yet. Perhaps I needed it more.

She placed the folders on the desk, covering them with her red-manicured fingers, leaned slightly forward and looked at me pleadingly.

— Maybe we can figure something out?

— What exactly could we do?

— I don’t know… you have connections…

— I do have connections… — I unbuttoned my jacket and leaned back.

— I would be extremely grateful.

I stood up and opened the safe again, took out the bottle and two glasses and poured whiskey.

— Don’t worry. Have a drink.

She took the glass with a trembling hand and took a small sip. I emptied mine in one gulp.

Warmth spread through my body. I felt relaxed and suddenly wanted some entertainment.

— What kind of panties are you wearing today? — I asked with a satisfied smile.

— What… what does that have to do with… what are you doing? — she was clearly confused.

— You wanted my help. I just want something in return.

— No. I won’t agree to that.

She stood up and headed toward the door, her heels clicking across the parquet. Her hips swayed as she walked. Through the skirt I could see the outline of underwear covering her full backside. She grabbed the door handle.

— Go ahead then. But I expect your resignation letter by evening. And attach a receipt confirming you paid the debt.

— Red, — she said quietly.

— What?

— My panties are red.

— Good. Come back and sit down.

She returned obediently and sat across from me. I refilled her glass halfway.

— Drink.

She emptied it quickly.

— Stand up, please.

She stood, looking at me with fear, which strangely excited me. She reminded me of the heroines from old Italian erotic films with their wide hips and full breasts.

— Lift your skirt. I need to make sure you weren’t lying.

She hesitated, then slowly lifted the skirt. First her knees appeared, then strong thighs, and finally the scarlet lace of her panties. She lowered her head.

— Turn around.

She turned her back. The red lace stretched across her round backside, barely covering it.

— Excellent. Pull your skirt down and sit.

She sat again. A faint hope appeared in her eyes.

— Show me your breasts.

She sighed but unbuttoned her jacket and blouse. A red bra from the same set appeared.

— That won’t do. I want to see them.

She removed the bra. Her large breasts held their shape beautifully, pink nipples standing firm.

— Have you had surgery?

— No.

— How old are you?

— Forty-two.

— Looks like you won the genetic lottery.

She dressed again.

— Is that all? — she asked hopefully.

— Not yet. Come here.

She stood beside my chair. I ran my hand along her thigh.

— Don’t want to pay the money?

— No.

— Then lift the skirt again.

The red lace appeared inches from me. I touched her inner thigh and the fabric between her legs felt damp. I slipped my hand between her thighs.

Her body reacted immediately.

— When was the last time?

— Yesterday.

— Did you come?

— No.

I moved the panties aside and touched her directly. She was warm and wet. When I slid a finger inside her pussy she gasped softly.

— Did you give him a blowjob?

— Yes…

— Did you swallow?

— Yes…

Soon her breathing quickened. Wet sounds filled the office as she moved against my hand until finally she trembled and collapsed into my chair, breathing heavily.

Taking advantage of the moment I pulled out my dick and guided her mouth toward it. She accepted it without resistance, eyes still closed. After several slow thrusts I pulled away before finishing.

I poured the last whiskey and handed it to her.

— Is it over now?

— I haven’t finished yet.

I nodded toward my dick.

— We forgot something. The door isn’t locked. Go lock it.

She walked to the door with her skirt still raised, her hips swaying slowly. After locking it she returned.

I pulled her close and squeezed her through the lace.

— Go to the desk.

She leaned over it obediently.

I slapped her firmly across the backside.

— Every mistake has its price.

Her skin flushed red beneath my hand.

Soon I pushed her underwear down to her thighs. She was already soaked. I pressed myself against her and entered her from behind in a single movement.

She cried out at first, but gradually her body relaxed and began to move with mine.

— Do you like it?

— Yes…

She gripped the desk as I thrust deeper. Within minutes the pressure built until I finally came inside her.

Afterward I collapsed back into the chair. She slowly dressed herself again.

— So now we’re even?

— Of course.

She smiled faintly.

— Tomorrow you won’t punish me. I already know you’ve been fired. And I know about the money in the safe.

I looked at her in surprise.

— My husband works the night shift today, — she said with a playful glance.

Then she turned and walked out of the office, her hips swaying slowly as she left.