Leigh sucked in a deep breath and opened the door.
Ms. Blake sat back in her black leather chair, her hands tented beneath her
chin. Her perfect scarlet lips were turned up in a cruel smile.

“Close the door, and sit down, Leigh.”

Leigh entered, wincing as the
door clicked shut behind her. Once she was seated, Ms. Blake leaned forward,
tapping her lacquered black nails against the desk.

“Do you know what this is about?”

Leigh swallowed. Her throat was as dry as the
Sahara. “No, Ma’am.”

Ms. Blake’s lips twitched as she eyed her. Leigh
wondered how she could still manage to smirk with her dark hair slicked back
into such a tight ponytail. She tucked her short blonde hair behind her ear.

“This weekend, I stumbled across something of
yours online. A little website you run. Imagine my surprise when I saw what was
on it.”

Leigh bit back a gasp.
Oh shit.

“Why, Leigh! You’re blushing. You
do
know what this is about after all.”

“Y… yes, Ma’am.” She looked down at her hands,
wishing she could sink through the floor just to escape that unforgiving gaze.

“I couldn’t believe our own little project manager
runs an adult website. And for BDSM, no less! What did you call it again?”

Leigh mumbled something under her breath.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch that. Say the name,
Leigh.”

“Kinky Kitty’s Playroom.”

Ms. Blake stood and walked behind Leigh’s chair,
placing her hands on the back. Leigh resisted the urge to cringe.

“Kinky Kitty. Tsk tsk tsk. My, my. Where did you
come up with all of those erotic stories, hmm? Did you think them up in this
very office while you were supposed to be working for me?”

“No!”

Leigh turned to face her, then wished she hadn’t.
Her boss’s eyes pierced through her.

“No, Ma’am. I wrote them at home. In my free
time.”

“Well, that’s not good enough, young lady. Can you
imagine how embarrassing this would be to potential clients? How shocking to
the rest of the office? How did you expect this to go over if I ever found
out?”

Ms. Blake’s voice was sharp, but there was an odd
tone in it.
Amusement? No. That can’t be.

“I didn’t think anyone would ever know, Ms. Blake.
I’m so sorry.” She hung her head, praying this would all be over soon. “Are you
firing me?”

Ms. Blake moved to the side of her desk,
appraising her employee with shrewd eyes. “I don’t think so. You do good work
here. But something needs to be done to make sure you understand where you
stand in this office. You need to be punished.”

Leigh felt sick. At least she wasn’t getting
fired—she needed this job—but, what kind of punishment did this woman have in
mind? Suspension? Docked pay? She knew Ms. Blake was capable of making her life
a living hell.

“A bad girl like you has to be taken firmly in
hand. Don’t you agree?”

What?
She looked up into those deep, dark eyes of Ms. Blake’s. Her eyes seemed to be
laughing. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” She leaned over her chair, a hand
on each armrest, pinning her in. “You need discipline, don’t you, Leigh? Or
should I say, Kitty?”

Ms. Blake’s blouse hung slightly open, revealing
the top of a black lace bra cupping her firm breasts. Leigh licked her lips
nervously.
What was happening here?
There was no way her boss was coming on to her. Was there?

She allowed her gaze to wander over Ms. Blake’s
body for the briefest of moments, taking in her firm thighs beneath a tight
pencil skirt, sexy hips, and a toned, flat stomach under her fitted silk shirt.
For the first time, she wondered what the other woman would look like naked,
and knew she was blushing again.

“Answer me when I speak to you.”

“Yes, Ms. Blake.”

“Good. Then we’re in agreement. You badly need
discipline in order to be your best. Now, Leigh, sit on my desk and keep your
palms down. You’re not to move until I say so.”

Leigh’s heart hammered in her chest. Her boss’s
tone was sharp, but there was an edge of sensual authority in it that made her
pussy clench. She crossed to the desk, sat on it, and placed her palms down on
the wood surface.

Ms. Blake moved to the large wooden cabinet she
kept in her office and unlocked it with a small silver key she kept around her
wrist. When the doors swung open, Leigh gasped. Inside were several shelves
covered in toys: crops, paddles, flogs, and an assortment of dildos and butt
plugs. She couldn’t have been more surprised if it had been a collection of
human heads.
No wonder she keeps it
locked
.

Leigh always assumed it was a liquor cabinet for
important clients.
I guess Ms. Blake
isn’t what she seems
. She stifled a laugh.
Then again, neither am I.

Ms. Blake removed a red suede leather flogger and
let the tails twine through her fingers. “What am I going to do with you?” The
words were so soft, Leigh had to lean forward to hear her.

“I believe I said not to move.” She was across the
room in an instant, her slender hand tightening around Leigh’s throat. “This is
what I’m talking about. You’re undisciplined. Sloppy. You need to be taught how
to respond to authority.”

Leigh’s face burned as she realized she was
getting wet, her panties soaked at the idea of Ms. Blake taking her firmly in
hand. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll call me, Ma’am when you speak to me. Now,
Leigh. Do you trust me? I need you to trust in my methods, to know that you’re
with me on this before I begin your punishment. Are you with me?”

Leigh stared at her, the lines of her stern, but
beautiful face, her painted lips, her breasts straining against the buttons of
her shirt. “Yes, Ma’am,” she breathed.

“Excellent.”

With one hand, she dragged the suede tails over
Leigh’s bare calf, then over her thigh to where her skirt hem began. The
sensation was gentle and sensual, but it made Leigh shiver.

“You’re a bad girl, Kitty.” Ms. Blake snapped the
flogger down on her thigh, and she jumped. The sting was sharp, but the soft
material didn’t leave a mark. “Unbutton that shirt of yours. Take it off.”

Leigh’s shaking hands worked at the buttons, then
slid the shirt down to the floor. She was wearing a white mesh bra, and
instantly felt naked under Ms. Blake’s scrutiny. The other woman’s pupils
darkened as she dragged the flogger over the tops of her breasts, caressing her
with the tails. Leigh’s nipples hardened at the touch, showing pink through the
thin fabric.

“What should I do with a bad girl like you?” Ms.
Blake said, circling around the desk. The flogger cracked down on her back, and
she cried out.

“Shhh. We don’t want the whole office to hear what
a little whore you are, do we? The doors are thick, but there’s not entirely
soundproof, although they’re as close as I could get on the company’s dime.”

Another crack stung her tender flesh, and she
whimpered.

“I think I’m going to have to show you what
happens when girls like you act like dirty little whores, Kitty. I think you’ll
need to see exactly what happens to dirty little girls like you.”

Ms. Blake’s nails scraped down over Leigh’s
breasts, making her moan at the sensation. She twisted a nipple, and Leigh
jumped again.

“Take off the bra.”

Leigh undid the clasp with shaking hands, letting
her breasts fall free. She didn’t miss the way Ms. Blake appraised her, the way
her eyes roamed down her curves, before the tails snapped down onto her nipple.
She screeched, then covered her mouth with one hand.

“You really can’t follow directions, can you,
little Kitty?” Ms. Blake drew a lacquered nail down the side of Leigh’s neck.
“I guess we’ll just have to tie you down so you’ll do as you’re told.”

She grabbed Leigh roughly by the hair, pulling her
off the desk, then pushed her around and bent her over it, so her face rested
against the wood. Leigh squirmed beneath her, loving the way Ms. Blake
controlled her.

“Put your hands over your head, you little slut.
Do I have to tell you everything?”

The flogger came down on her ass, stinging through
her thin cotton skirt. She thrust her arms over her head.
I can’t believe this is actually happening
. She felt a nylon rope
snake around her wrist and looked up. Ms. Blake wrapped the rope around the leg
of the desk, then around the front to the other side, where she tied Leigh’s
other wrist. Her breasts pressed into the wood, the cool surface making them
harden even more. She was completely helpless.

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At His Word

Delilah Fawkes

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At His Word

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