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"Raise your skirt and petticoat so that I can check the position of your panties right now," I said sharply.
Knowing full well what the inspection would reveal she started speaking long before the altered position of her panties became apparent in the mirror.
"I couldn't help it, Boss, please don't whip me. I'll make sure they don't move any more."
"In future you must think before you move, Polly, and use your hands to preserve the precise position of your panties if any movement might even remotely cause them to change position."
"Yes, I'll remember that," she replied confidently and, for a change, very obediently.
With a playful slap on the backside over her skirt I motioned for her to return to her duties and I returned the mirror to its position in the closet.
About 30 minutes before Polly was due to finish for the day I went to her desk and quietly told her to demonstrate that her panties remained in the propoer position. She went to get up from her chair presumably to go into my office but my "STOP" hand signal checked her movement and a brief nod of my head she correctly interpreted as a requirement that her compliance was to be demonstrated right there in the open plan section of the office with many others around. As I leaned over the front of her cubicle she cast subversive glances at her colleagues to satisfy herself that they were not paying any attention to us. She then carefully lifted herself from her chair and, without reaching a standing position, drew up her skirt and petticoat so that I could see that the panties remained exactly where I had positioned them. She looked most alarmed when what she assumed had been a successful demonstration was followed by my comand.
"Come into my office please, Polly."
She followed me into my office and closed the door behind her and looked at me with a sorrowful face.
"Please, Boss, I've done exactly as you instructed me. Please do not punish me any more today."
I raised my eyebrows and simply said "Turn around and raise your skirt and petticoat above your head and stand on tip toes."
She did as she was told and I moved forward and raised her panties to a normal position. I then ran my hand up and down her inner thighs assessing the extent of the welts that had been created since the previous day's punishment.
Well satisfied with my handiwork I dismissed Polly for the day with a friendly but pointed, "See you at 7.30 in the morning. Have a nice evening."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoYour male protagonist comes across as a sadistic arsehole with little man syndrome. How you thought this could be deemed as BDSM just beggars belief. Instead it’s a straightforward case blackmail with sexual abuse and harassment.
I’m guessing his IQ is located in his testicles no Dom worth a damn is going to punish a sub when they’re angry ...
“In my anger I obviously used considerable force as I succeded in splitting the skin at points“
What gives him the right to destroy her clothing? They aren’t in a D/s relationship and if they were and he wanted to dictate what underwear she uses then he should bloody well buy it. It might then be an excuse for wiping his dribbling cock on it. Safe, Sane and Consensual never stood a chance. As far as the poor girl goes I got the impression that she was autistic.
Props for writing material that evokes an emotional reaction from readers although I doubt you were wanting to incite readers to want to punch the nasty little weasel in the face.
Tess (UK)
