Ethan's Grace - The Office Scene

I shook my head. "I just don't know if you like it enough, dear."

"I do. I swear. Please don't fire me."

"I don't want to. Believe me. Just seeing you like this breaks my heart."

I moved around her chair to stand behind her. My hands cupped her cheeks and then moved down her neck to massage her shoulders. Grace froze and held her breath.

"Relax, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, you'll find that I can be a very ... generous boss."

"W-What do you mean?"

"I mean, that I like to work off a system of both rewards and punishments. Someone such as yourself who might stay late a couple of nights a week to help me in the office, might find themselves rewarded in a number of ways. Some financial. Some, let's say, more intimate."

I removed my hands from massaging her neck.

"But if that doesn't interest you, maybe you should look for other work. I'm sure in this economy..."

"What sort of help do you have in mind?"

I placed one hand onto her neck and gently caressed the soft skin there as the fingers of my other hand went to work on her pinned hair. One by one I removed the pins, dropping each one on the floor until her hair fell onto her shoulders. "There, now. That's so much better."

My fingers sunk deep into her hair to massage her scalp. I had complete control of her head. One hand now cupping her chin as the other one massaged her scalp. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second. I slid my thumb up over her jaw and across her slack lips. Before she could grow tense, I slipped it past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes shot open in alarm.

"Sh-sh-sh. No need to be alarmed. It's just my thumb, honey." I circled my thumb over her tongue and then back farther into her mouth. Her tongue and mouth fell slack. "Suck on my thumb, baby. It's okay. You know you want to."

Grace's lips closed around the base of my thumb and her tongue pressed the digit to the roof of her mouth. Her suction pulled it deep inside her mouth.

"You have such a pretty mouth. Your tongue feels so very nice, too. Would you like to keep your job here, Grace?"

Grace nodded, maintaining a strong suction on my thumb as she did so. She looked so fucking adorable, I could hardly stand it another second.

"Still...there are some things in your file that might make someone question my decision to keep you. I might forgive your lack of focus, but there's still the matter of your tardiness. Had you not been late to our meeting, I could've overlooked it. But you made me wait, Grace. And I don't like to be kept waiting."

Grace released my thumb and swallowed hard. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Well, you're just going to have to take your punishment, I'm afraid. Unless of course, you'd rather take your leave...?"

Grace shook her head violently. It was really despicable the way I was playing my role. I hoped to hell Grace never had a boss even remotely like the one I was portraying. I'd gladly go to jail for beating the shit out of any scumbag who treated their female employees this way.

I offered my hand to help her up. "Come. Let's get this over with, then."

I led her around the desk, rolling the desk chair away from any impediments before sitting down in it.

"Over my lap you go." I patted my lap and waited with an expectant expression. "I don't have all night, Miss Shaw. The sooner you bend over my lap, the sooner this will be behind us. Then we can move onto the reward."

Grace perked up at the sound of that. She licked her lips and studied my thighs. She could no doubt see the outline of my erection through the trousers. I smiled when her eyes darted up to mine. She inched to one side of me, unsure of how to go about bending over.

"Oh, for Pete's sake ... here." I yanked her wrist until she fell onto my lap and then caught her waist with my free arm to keep her from sliding off my legs. "Steady yourself with your palms on the floor." I hardly needed to tell her the last part. Her hands had already gone there to keep from teetering onto her head.

Grace's choice of skirt was perfect for what I had in mind. I had no idea if she would choose a tight- or loose-fitting skirt for our scene. We didn't discuss it in advance because that would give away what I wanted to do. I knew I could adjust my script to either, but silently preferred a skirt that I could hike up for a bare bottom spanking. She just so happened to pick one. Or, maybe had a similar vision of how this would go.

"It's important that you understand that I glean no satisfaction from hurting you. Once I've finished, the punishment is complete."

"How many, sir?"

"I am going to time it. You were eight minutes late, therefore, you will sustain eight minutes of punishment."

Grace gasped. Eight minutes could be a very long time over the knee.

I smoothed her skirt down and lifted my hand for her first set of swats through the thin cotton fabric. I thought it would be a good warm up to leave the skirt down at first. I came down in rapid strokes, around six or eight at a time, switching from one butt cheek to the other.

I paused after about 30 seconds of solid warm-up. Grace was panting. She had begun to squirm on the last few strokes, indicating that her ass was starting to heat-up. I wedged my hand between her knees and then slid it up her inner thighs. Her skirt pooled around my wrist. I then gathered the fabric with my other hand and lifted it to expose her bottom.

She was wearing lavender cotton panties. Pink flesh peeked out beneath the fabric. I yanked at the elastic, tucking the fabric firmly into her butt crack until her cheeks were fully exposed. Her flesh had already turned a lovely bright shade of pink. I ran my fingers over the heated flesh for several moments, then without warning, lifted my hand for the first serious swat.

Grace yelped and whined. I gritted my teeth through the rage that boiled up from hearing the whining noise. I hated whining, but we were in a scene. I was Mr. Hadfield, the harassing boss; not Ethan, the dominant boyfriend. I didn't want to break the mood. Instead, I lifted my hand and came down even harder, for two strokes instead of one.

Grace huffed and hissed, but she caught herself before she whined again. That's my girl.

I continued to spank her bare bottom, switching from side to side. Grace would grab my calf when it got too much for her and I would take a break. But only for a moment before continuing on. And mostly because my hand was starting to sting like hell. I silently wished I'd brought a ruler with me.

I glanced at my laptop to check the time. It had been just over eight minutes. I was ready for this part of the scene to be over. I stilled my arm and rested it on her upper thighs so I could caress her red bottom. She was going to have trouble sitting after that. Luckily, I didn't intend for her to sit again.

I listened for her breathing to slow to near normal. When she started to take deep breaths to fill her lungs again, I knew she was ready. I let my fingers trail between her thighs to pet her pussy through the cotton. Grace's body tensed.

"I told you that I can be a very giving boss. I like to reward good behavior, Grace."

"I thought you meant with bonuses and stuff like that."

My index finger traced a line up and down her slit through the sodden fabric of her panties. "There are other rewards that you'll find much more satisfying. I think you want me to show you, but you're afraid of what that'll make you. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, let me tell you exactly what it will make you. You will be my very special girl, Grace. You want that, don't you? To be my special girl?"

Grace nodded but didn't answer.

"I want that, too. Now, let me help you stand up."

I shifted my legs so she could gain purchase with her feet and stand. I steadied her in front of me as all the blood rushed back down her body.

"Remove your skirt and panties."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make you feel good, of course. This is your reward. Now, stop dawdling."

Grace reached over to her side to unfasten her skirt. A moment later, it was cascading to the floor. She tentatively tugged at her panties as she hissed through the pain of the elastic sliding over her tender skin.

I ogled her bare pussy as if I were seeing it for the first time. "How lovely. Just the way I like it. You are truly my special girl, Grace."

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment. I knew better, though. If she didn't come within a minute, I was going to be surprised. I'd planned this scene with just the right amount of humiliation for her. I knew her pussy was already throbbing.

I leaned forward in my chair and snaked my tongue out to her slit. "Mmmmm. You taste perfect. Widen your stance for me, honey."

Tears were welling in her eyes. I wasn't positive if they were leftover from the spanking, or a product of the humiliation she was feeling at the moment. She widened her stance just a few inches and covered her face with her hand.

I slid my thumbs into her slit and opened her labia to expose her clitoral hood. Her pretty pink center was peeking out from beneath its protective hooded flesh. It was swollen and erect. So beautiful.

I approached her flesh with a soft tongue, laving and swirling around the slick tissue. Heat radiated from her center. She was already so close to orgasm. Our scene had gotten her into a perfect frame of mind to climax. I was just there to tip her over.

I glanced up at her face. She was still hiding behind her splayed palm.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Grace honey. Your pussy is beautiful and ripe. I just want to make it feel good. So, don't be afraid to come. I want my special girl to come for me."

My hands slid around her hips to grip her bottom and pull her to my face. She yelped and shuffled her feet to remain standing. My tongue delved between her pussy lips and assaulted her clit. It was time for her to let go. I squeezed her heated butt cheeks as I worked her hard center, never straying from it for a moment. Several seconds later, her knees buckled and her hands gripped my shoulders. She gasped and sputtered her release, refraining from uttering a single sound. It was the only thing left that she controlled.

I sat back and smacked my lips with a satisfying noise and smug grin. Straightening my tie, I sat back in my chair to unashamedly admire her swollen lips.

"You're a remarkable girl. I want your pussy just like this tomorrow night." I reached out to casually stroke her glistening lips. "Don't let that boyfriend of yours fuck it tonight. Okay, honey?"

Grace nodded. Her chin quivered and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. She was getting into the scene a little more than I had planned. I didn't expect so many tears. I debated on whether or not to call off the rest of the scene. I had planned to have her suck me off, but I didn't know if I could come with her on the verge of tears like she was.

You need to trust her, E. She knows to use her safeword if it gets to be too much. Until then, you have to see this through. If you back down now, it'll do more damage than just pushing through it. Regroup. Think.

I pulled her onto my lap and tucked her face into my neck. I held her while she quietly sniffled. A few silent minutes passed. I was giving her a timeout without calling it out loud.

"Was that so terrible that you have to cry about it, honey?" I needed to get back on track.

Grace shook her head. "No."

"Be honest with me, now. My special girl liked having her pussy licked, didn't she?" I hoped I wasn't laying it on too thick.

Grace nodded. "Yes."

The fact that she answered verbally told me that we were back in business. She would never say it out loud if she were feeling traumatized by it. "That's my good girl."

I cringed as soon as the sentence left my mouth. Those were my words. Ethan's words. I meant to say 'special' instead of 'good'. I didn't want to use any term of endearment for her during the scene that I used in our real life. But I could hardly help that it was what I was thinking at that moment. I was immensely proud of how she was handling the scene.

"I think I deserve a little something for saving your job and treating you so nicely. Don't you?"

Grace lifted her head from my shoulder and sat upright. She avoided looking me in the eye as she nodded slowly.

"I don't think I can wait another day to feel that pretty little mouth again." I eased her off my lap and pressed on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. I very carefully brushed her hair behind her shoulders, then I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her cheeks flushed in response.

I wasn't going to touch her breasts, but they were hard to resist. And my dick had softened considerably during our time-out. I needed to get back in the mood.

My hands moved to the top button of her blouse. Grace glanced up at me briefly before averting her gaze again. I unbuttoned each one until her white cotton blouse hung open. She was wearing a front clasp bra. She seemed to have a lot of those. It wouldn't have mattered either way. I would've just pushed the other kind up over her breasts and fondled them that way. That would've added to the humiliation.

I unclasped her bra and held onto it for a moment for dramatic effect before peeling it to the sides. My dick appreciated the suspense, which was what I was after. Grace's chest rose and fell more rapidly. She, too, was relishing the anticipation.

My eyes lit up with wonder as her breasts were revealed. Her nipples were hardly more than dots on her chest, puckered to perfect, tight, protruding points. Gooseflesh blanketed the surrounding area.

For a moment, it felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her breasts were sheer perfection. I'd always felt that way about them, but this was like seeing them for the first time again. Her unmistakable arousal broadcasted across her chest like that was really something breathtaking to behold.

My palms immediately cupped both her breasts at the same time, my thumbs grazing her lovely, hard points. "I can make you feel this good every time, Grace. That will be your reward for keeping this a secret from everyone. Only you and I can know you're my special girl." I tugged at her nipples and she gasped. I thought there was a good possibility I could bring her to climax a second time. But we weren't at home, and we didn't drive together. I was a little concerned for her safety after the scene was over.

I released her breasts and quickly unfastened my pants, pulling my now rigid cock from my briefs. Grace glanced down at it. Her breathing hitched, and then she worried her lower lip between her teeth. It was such a cute response, and totally new. She'd never chewed on her lip like that before. It was so fucking sexy.

I reached up to still her mouth with my thumb, still dumbstruck from the effect it was having on my steel rod. "Suck my cock, honey."

My hand slipped behind her neck to guide her face to my cock. She hesitated for a second just before her lips touched the tip of my mushroom head. Then she opened her mouth and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

"Oh, yeah, honey. That's it."

I guided her face up and down my shaft. Her lips clamped tight around my girth as her warm, wet mouth devoured my length over and over again. I eased her farther onto my cock so I could feel the tight ring at the back of her throat. I held her there for a couple of seconds and then released her so she could catch her breath.

She looked up at me with watery eyes and it was my undoing. My balls tingled and drew up. I'd always given her notice of my arrival, but it didn't feel right for this character. He would expect his office whore to take it and swallow without complaint. I casually tapped on Grace's cheek a couple of seconds before I unloaded into her mouth. I almost didn't get that much done. I didn't have much warning. The climax overtook me in a rush and rolled through me with unbelievable force.

***

I blinked hard at my computer screen. I hadn't gotten shit done all day. Our scene kept replaying in my mind as if my engorged dick held the remote. There just wasn't enough blood left over for my brain to do anything but wander aimlessly and plan where our next scene was going.

We'd sort of continued our role-playing into the night. Only after we both arrived home, I was back to being Ethan again. Grace showered almost as soon as she arrived home. I was concerned that maybe the scene had a lasting effect on her since she never showered at night. But when I asked her if we needed to talk, she smiled and winked at me as she shook her head.

God, I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

I tried to make advances on her in bed but she pushed me away, claiming that she was wiped out from her performance review and long day at work. She then informed me that her boss would be retaining her the next night as well and that I shouldn't wait on her for dinner.

She'd clearly thought this through on her ride from the office to the house. I hadn't really thought of combining the two days into one long office scene the way she was doing, but it worked. It just made me unable to focus on anything else. I should've taken the day off.

I shutdown my laptop early to head to the vacant offices. I'd noticed the day before that there was an unsecured wireless network available. I could actually work from that office, which would be infinitely better than trying to concentrate at my desk with a raging hard-on. I didn't have to worry about someone noticing it.

I settled into my chair and started getting into character. I'd brought some additional props with me this time. I'd gotten the idea from watching movies with high-powered executives. They all seemed to have decanters of liquor in their office. There was a credenza in the vacant office that might've been used for that very purpose, so I picked up a cheap decanter and highball glass set at the store on my lunch break. I filled the decanter with decaffeinated tea and arranged the glasses in a circle around it atop the credenza.

I didn't have much scripted for our play session. My brain hadn't been working all day. I was going to have to improvise.

I heard movement around the reception desk. Grace was early. She wanted to make sure she didn't get punished for being late again. Smart girl. This much I'd hoped for. I didn't think my cock could wait through another spanking. It'd been painfully swollen and throbbing for the past few hours in anticipation of our scene.

I turned my attention to my laptop when I heard her footsteps approaching down the hallway. I could hardly contain the excitement that was mounting over seeing her again. I'd never felt that much longing for anything in my life. Not even drugs. And I knew it wasn't the scene that was causing me to feel that way. It was Grace.

I took a deep breath and steeled my face just a tick before she appeared in the doorway.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

I slowly released the breath I was holding before glancing in her direction. She'd chosen a different look entirely this time. She looked more sophisticated and professional. She wore a tight pencil skirt that ended just above her knee, high heels that were an inch too tall for the office, and a silk blouse that had an alluring drape in front. Her hair was loosely fastened to the back of her head with a claw that could be removed with a single squeeze of the prongs.

I tried to clear my mind of the visual I had of her hair falling over her bare shoulders. I wasn't going to make it through that scene if I didn't focus.

I caught a glimpse of a smirk on Grace's lips. She knew what the outfit was doing to me. She probably wore it on purpose to try and derail me.