Big Shot!byPhoenix Arrow©
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Joel Stien attorney at law!
Let me tell you, I was the king of the world! At 27, I was a hot shot LA lawyer. I was clearly making over 500 grand a year and was collecting a very prestigious cliental. This needless to say was a big plus in the lady department. Every weekend I would have my pick of 18 to 22 year olds to be my total sluts. I was definitely living the good life.
Then came in Ms Rogers. She was the divorced widow of this big movie producer Michael Rogers who had died in a crash a few months back. I knew she would have a lot of money from her husband, so I agreed to see her case. When she came into my office however I was a little taken back. She was supposed to be 43 and she looked it. She carried a very tired look with her and had less than elegant clothing. I should have thought better, but attributed her appearance to morning over her husband's death.
"Hello Ms Rogers, how may I help you with my services?"
"Well Mr. Stien, I have a group of people who are trying to take my husband's money from me. I have kids to support and a house loan to pay for, I can't have all these people trying to take our money."
"Have no worries Ms Rogers, we'll take it from here. Everything will be just fine."
It was a big mistake I know, I should have checked the case a little closer before agreeing to sign on, but even if I lost, I would still rack up huge money from a rich woman like her.
However, things would change soon enough.
It turned out that Ms Roger's husband was so much in debt that there was nothing I could do to save her money. I ended up making a fool of myself as the state successfully took all her money away to pay the debts. My ego was a little bruised but at the end of the day I knew that it was only one case, and that I had plenty of other clients.
I looked over to Ms Rogers after the verdicts were read and noticed she was burning red. I tried to apologize for the loss as I was leaving, but she just sat there looking straight ahead and red angry. Seeing nothing more I could do, I left the court house and went back to the office.
Two weeks later I was sitting in my office at my desk. By now I had completely forgotten about Mrs. Rogers and had my mind occupied on my first million dollar case. I had been working real hard on this one as my desk was completely covered with case files that my associates and I had been working on. As they all left for lunch and I decided to stay behind to put in extra work.
As I was looking at a file, I heard a commotion coming from outside my office. Suddenly the door burst open and in rushed Ms Rogers. She had a very determined look on her face as she quickly approached my desk. Running behind her was my secretary "Mr. Stien I'm sorry, she just forced her way in here, should I call the police?"
"No no, its ok Anna, I'll take care of this."
Once my secretary left, Ms Rogers started going off on me.
"You bastard. No thanks to you I'm almost living on the streets. I can hardly afford to feed my children. You do a horrible job on an easy case and still charge me, I want my money back NOW!"
"Now Ms Roger's please calm down, there's no need to scream. I'm sorry that I lost your case, but it was a winless case to begin with. Now I will NOT refund your money." I began to pull out the contract. "It says specifically in the contract that you pay whether I win or lose. So you see...."
"Oh Shut the Fuck Up!"
I paused in mid sentence and looked at her with a little bit of shock. There was something about the rudeness and the direct way she spoke caught me off guard.
"What did you say?"
"I said Shut the Fuck Up! And you can take that contract and shove it up your ass!"
I paused again and just looked at her. There was something in the way she spoke that made me feel weird and unable to react.
After a moment she ask me for the contract. When she saw that I was still in a slight daze she snatch it right out of my hand. She looked at the contract for a moment then began ripping it right up and put it on the table. My mouth dropped. The audacity of this woman.
I was beginning to get back to my senses and stood up from my chair. "Hey, what do you think you are doing..."
"Shut the Fuck Up!"
My breath was now quickening.
"Shut the Fuck up Mr. Stien" she said again. I felt my cock twitch as I began to realize that some how, some way, her saying "Shut the Fuck Up" would cause a jolt to run through me. To my horror, this was actually turning me on. I had to take hold of the situation before it got out of hand.
"Ms Rogers, let's try to be civil. Please don't use that kind of language."
"What, you mean like SHUT THE FUCK UP?"
"Shut the Fuck up, Shut the Fuck Up!"
I felt myself loosing focus as my cock was straining against my trousers. The fact was not lost on Ms Rogers as she began to come around my desk until she was beside me. She looked me up for a moment, contemplating the situation. She then leaned to my ear and whispered "Shut the Fuck Up". I let out a sigh shortly before my knees buckled. I had to catch myself on the table before completely falling.
Ms Rogers seemed amused by this turn of events. Apparently she hadn't anticipated my reaction either.
"Stand up this instant Mr. Stien, you'll stand when I talk to you."
I regained my standing position and now had a definite tent in my pants. She looked down then at my face. "It looks like someone is enjoying this a little too much. Does Mr. Attorney get off on being told to Shut the Fuck Up?"
I let out another sigh.
"Lets see whats going on down there".
No, I can't do that. I am a professional with class. I have million dollar clients. I will not debase myself in front of this woman. Then why were my fingers fiddling with my belt buckle. To my horror, I undid my belt, and was now slowly lowering my trousers. My breath was now quick as I took hold of my boxers, and with a great mixture of fear, lust, and submissiveness, lowered them. As I went past my dick, it bounced up and down like a spring.
"Awe, look at the little dicki. I guess the big office attorney must use his money to get girls because it definitely couldn't be because of this thing. If they only knew how bad of a lawyer you were they'd all run away." I looked down at my cock, it was average size, about 7 inches, but she just made me feel like it was hardly there.
"Now Mr. Stien, why don't you be a good little office attorney, Shut the Fuck Up, and jerk off!"
I grabbed hold of my stiff dick and began jerking back and forth. She began to barrage me with Shut the Fuck Ups as I increased my tempo. Soon I was pumping like a mad man, which is what I must have been by now. After a couple of minutes of vigorously pumping, I felt a hard smack on my ass and I exploded my load. Jizz after Jizz came squirting out as I came all over my desk and all over my million dollar case files.
Before I could even recover my senses, she had shoved me over my desk. I was now resting my upper body on my own cum as she began savagely spanking me with her hand.
The combination of sounds of me grunting and her smacking must have made an odd noise, because I suddenly heard a door open followed by a loud gasp. I turned to the door and saw Anna standing with wide eyes and her hand over her mouth. Ms Rogers never skipped a beat as she continued her savage slapping.
"Mr. Stien here has been a very bad attorney, SLAP, and now he is being punished like he deserves, SLAP, isn't that right Mr. Stien? SLAP."
Tears were beginning to form as I closed my eyes and nodded yes.
"Anna, it looks like Mr. Stien wont be needing you any more. Please pack your things and leave."
Anna now looked at me with fearful, pleading eyes. "Mr. Stien is that true? Oh please tell me your not firing me. I need this job very badly".
I should have stood up for her. She was the best secretary I ever had. She was like my right hand at the office. With more tears in my eyes, I slowly turned my head away from Anna, and to my disgust raised my ass. SLAP
"I believe you have your answer darling. Now get out!"
I heard her balling her eyes out as she ran out of the room while I received another 15 more hard slaps from the woman I was allowing to completely dominate me. Why was I letting this older woman treat me like this. I am a successful lawyer. How could I be getting off on submitting myself to this bankrupt, ugly old hag?
"Now Mr. Stien, its time to dispose of that nasty little contract"
She picked up the ripped pieces of paper that used to be the contract from my desk and walked behind me as I lay bent over the table. "Like I said, here's where your contract belongs!" I started to panic as I felt her hands spreading my ass cheecks. Then a finger was shoved inside my asshole. I grunted and unmanly wine as she withdrew and quickly pushed it in again. As my bowl began to expand, I came to the disgusted reality that my client was shoving the contract inside my ass piece by piece.
"Now Mr. Stien, lets discuss our new arrangement"
That all happened one year ago. Now Ms Rogers and I have a new understanding. She's taught me to take responsibility for loosing her case. She convinced me that I needed to make amends, so now I totally support her and her children. They now live with me in my house, well, its more like her house now. She's taken my master bedroom and her children take up all the other rooms. I now sleep outside in the tool shed.
Also, all my money now goes directly to her. If I ever want to buy something, I need to ask her first, and she usually says no. And as far as my sex life, its non-existent. Ms. Rogers has since forbid me to date the young attractive girls I used to have my choice of. Now any action I get is from old lady friends of Ms Rogers who she sets me up with. They are all over 50, with sagging tits and loose pussys, but at least I get to fuck something.
But its important to realize that none of this has anything to do with Ms Rogers punishing me for loosing her case. I have accepted this as part of my amends. No, the punishment I get from Ms Rogers comes at the end of the night. That's when, before I go to bed, I enter her bedroom, pull down my boxers and stand at attention at the foot of her bed. No matter how many times I've done it, I always sport a hard on.
She is usually reading a book or magazine and continues to read for a good 20 minutes, ignoring me as I continue to stand there until she is ready to address me. Finally she'll put the book down, opens a drawer and pulls out the red ruler, then hands it to me.
I take the ruler, and hang my head. "Ms Rogers, may I now punish myself for being a bad lawyer?"
"Yes you may"
With that, I raise the ruler above my raging hard on and bring it down hard. I continue to wipe my cock from all sides 20 times. By the end I am usually sobbing like a baby and the pain is almost unbearable. Then I hand her back the ruler and am dismissed. This always leaves me with the need to masturbate, but since I am forbidden to ever cum inside my house, I go to the back yard and jerk off on the grass. I then go into my shed and fall a sleep.
Did I once mention I was King of the World?
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