My boss and I had gotten into a routine over the last few weeks: I would wear short skirts to work and try to pass the time \u201cworking\u201d from my desk outside his office. Really though, I was texting him dirty things and we\u2019d chat back and forth until we couldn\u2019t take it any longer \u2014 at which point he\u2019d summon me into his office (\u201cAdrienne, I need you to step in here for a moment for a conference call\u201d) and bend me over his desk. It never took more than a few minutes, we were both so wound up by the time we actually touched each other.<\/p>\n

My days were always a blur, everything was so exciting, I was lost in fantasy \u2014 or else living it out \u2014 every minute. I was always either revving up or winding down \u2014 building anticipation or releasing it. When I woke up, I couldn\u2019t wait to go to work. Life was fucking great.<\/p>\n

My boss, Jack, seemed to be enjoying himself too. At least, if his near-constant erections were any indication.<\/p>\n

Today I\u2019d outdone myself in preparation: brand new thigh highs that were hidden underneath my dress, the lacy tops of which ended just a few inches below the tippy tops of my legs. I thought he\u2019d appreciate how they made me seem dressed, even while undressed. In the semi-privacy of the area under my desk I pulled my dress up a bit and snapped a pic of the thigh highs and texted it to Jack. There, let him try to work with that on his mind.<\/p>\n

I went to the break room to get a glass of water and sure enough, when I returned Jack was calling me. \u201cAdrienne? Is that you? Can you come in here for a sec?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gleefully I set my water down and practically skipped into his office. I shut the door behind me and turned. That\u2019s when I noticed things were off.<\/p>\n

Nate, our 41-year-old human resources director was seated across from Jack at the table in his office. \u201cHave a seat Adrienne,\u201d he said as my heart quickly sank to the very bottom of my chest, \u201cwe have something to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n

He knew.<\/p>\n

That was all I could think, over and over. Jack owned the company \u2014 would it matter if we were being bad? It must or we wouldn\u2019t be having this meeting at all. Maybe he wanted to put an end to it and he chose the most bizarre method imaginable?<\/p>\n

Nate cleared his throat and dropped the bomb, \u201cAdrienne, we\u2019ve had some complaints from the staff about your wardrobe. The length of your skirts is simply not professional.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Jack, trying to see how he wanted me to respond. I was only wearing such short skirts by his request!<\/p>\n

\u201cUmm, I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d I started. This was actually humiliating. I was going to throw up. Or cry. But I needed to get through this conversation first. \u201cI had no idea, I just thought that was\u2026 um, like the style now. I won\u2019t wear them anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was trying my hardest to not react, to be monotone, to not be the emotional girl who cries at work \u2014 to moderate success. My voice was cracking a bit by I think my expression was blank.<\/p>\n

Nate looked really uncomfortable. I searched Jack\u2019s face for his reaction. He finally spoke, \u201cAdrienne\u2026 I think this is a bit silly. But we can\u2019t have you making people uncomfortable and interfering with their productivity. Since Nate isn\u2019t in the office every day I\u2019ve volunteered to be the neutral party here. I\u2019ll be enforcing your promise to dress in a way that is consistent with the professional values of this office.\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/p>\n

The right corner of his mouth twitched upwards. He was enjoying this! It was so infuriating. I was extremely stressed out, mustering all my internal strength to simply not cry and he was fantasizing about chasing me around the office with a ruler to measure the length of my skirts. I promised Nate, again, to be extremely conscious of my clothing, thanked them both, and dismissed myself. I grabbed my purse and took and early, unannounced lunch. I needed to clear my head.<\/p>\n

When I returned it was to a post-it on my desk from Jack.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s meet offsite tonight. Filio\u2019s. 8pm.
There was no way to answer yes or no, his door was shut, he was gone for the rest of the day. Though, frankly, even given the sobering discussion I\u2019d just had, I was excited to take our fling out of the office. He was taking me to dinner. This was a welcome change of pace.<\/p>\n

When I arrived at dinner, I couldn\u2019t hold myself in. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you were smirking while I was getting in trouble!\u201d It was the first time I\u2019d ever raised my voice to him. \u201cI was only wearing those skirts because YOU asked me to!.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed as if this was some hysterical joke. And, honestly, it was pretty funny. Like your parents catching you make out with a guy outside the middle school dance.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am going to enjoy measuring your skirts, however.\u201d He looked devilish. Of course he was, he was getting of scot-free.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know it only makes me want you when you talk like that.\u201d I didn\u2019t want to stay mad at him, and the whole thing seemed silly now that we were out of the office. \u201cBut maybe we do need to keep it out of the office?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have no interest in doing that,\u201d Jack said, his tone matter of fact. \u201cI feel more invigorated in my work than I have in a long time.\u201d Now he looked vulnerable, like he was admitting something that made him uncomfortable. He was letting me in, if just a tiny bit. He realized this at the same time I did, as he sounded a bit harder when he continued. \u201cYou will have to choose. Tomorrow I will measure your skirt and if it\u2019s not short enough for me I will punish you. Of course, as your boss I\u2019m going to have to encourage you to follow human resources suggestions\u2026 so it appears as if you\u2019re stuck.\u201d<\/p>\n

I swallowed. The way he hung on that phrase, I\u2019m going to have to punish you. I couldn\u2019t help myself from writhing a bit in my chair, the promise of this idea tugged at me between my legs. I had no intention of following Jack\u2019s orders. I needed to see what his punishment would consist of.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll have to see tomorrow,\u201d I said as coyly as I could. I tried to act sexy around him, but I was so enthralled I had no idea if it worked. At least now I had a hint he felt the same way. He winked and my body doubled down on the familiar pang of lust below my abdomen.<\/p>\n

In the morning I put on one of my old outfits. I wasn\u2019t going to stoop so low as to wear pants, but this dress hit just below the knee when I was standing. The old ladies in the office would have nothing to complain about. But Jack would\u2026<\/p>\n

I was standing in the hallway when he arrived, putting away some files he\u2019d used the previous day. He eyed me with a mixture of disapproval and excitement. I knew what was coming.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, a few minutes after I got back to my desk I heard his familiar call, \u201cAdrienne, can you come in here?\u201d Excited, I walked into his office.<\/p>\n

\u201cShut the door behind you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was standing in front of his desk, leaning back on it with his arms crossed. He had that far-off look of concentration he had when I was pleasuring him. I loved that look.<\/p>\n

\u201cTsk Tsk. Your skirt is far too long. Come here so I can check.\u201d I obliged, approaching him. He pulled at the fabric and made an exagerated noise of disgust. \u201cThe fabric is so thick! It leaves far too much to my imagination. And you know what happens when we leave things to my imagination.\u201d<\/p>\n

I quivered. I couldn\u2019t help it. His calmness \u2014 the way he controlled the whole situation. It made me d***k on him.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, yes I do know what happens?\u201d I wasn\u2019t sure how he wanted me to respond.<\/p>\n

\u201cShow me what I\u2019m missing out on.\u201d<\/p>\n

I lifted my skirt in the front, enough to reveal the lacy thong I was wearing underneath.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me see the back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned and allowed him to see my bare butt. Even though we\u2019d had sex in his office many times, we always kept our clothes mostly on. I was more nervous now. He was just standing there, examining me. I felt very exposed.<\/p>\n

\u201cStrip for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He wanted me completely naked? I didn\u2019t love that idea\u2026 his office was brightly lit and we weren\u2019t in the throes of passion or anything. I\u2019d just be standing there, all my flaws out in the open.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdrienne, don\u2019t hesitate. I\u2019m already displeased with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I grinned. For some reason when he expressed displeasure it didn\u2019t come across as disrespectful, but of caring enough about me to know I wanted to turn him on. I pulled my sweater over my head and unzipped my skirt before stepping out of it.<\/p>\n

\u201cBra and panties too.\u201d<\/p>\n

I removed them. The sensation of standing before him completely naked while he was fully clothed was surprisingly intoxicating. I moved toward him, I needed him now.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to get on your knees and tell me why I should fuck you when you won\u2019t even wear your lovely skirts for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I obliged. \u201cPlease Jack. I\u2019m sorry. I had to. The women in the office \u2014 they\u2019d complain to Nate again if I didn\u2019t change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd who do you care about pleasing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right. Now come here\u201d<\/p>\n

He took me and bent me over his desk (finally I thought) but it wasn\u2019t for the reason I\u2019d hoped. He spanked me. Hard. Methodically. Rubbing my ass in between slaps, savoring it.<\/p>\n

\u201cJack,\u201d I breathed. I couldn\u2019t handle this anymore. \u201cCan you please fuck me now? I\u2019m so turned on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you think you deserve it now?\u201d He still sounded stern.<\/p>\n

\u201cPleeease.\u201d It was all I could get out. I was writhing on his desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou might not, yet, but I\u2019ll indulge you this once.\u201d<\/p>\n

I heard him unzip his pants and I paused to spread my legs out, providing him easy access. He entered me quickly, without easing into it and thrusted hard right away, pressing me into his desk. I felt his hands grab my hips and pull me back into him, quickly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMmm, you feel so fucking good.\u201d He was losing himself, I could tell. He groaned as he fucked me. The build-up had been inside him, too.<\/p>\n

\u201cCum inside me, please.\u201d I begged him. It wasn\u2019t a fetish I was into, or something I\u2019d even thought about before that moment. But I wanted it and the volume of his groan in response solidified that it was a mutual desire.<\/p>\n

With a few final pumps he emptied himself into me and pulled out. I lay breathless on his desk, too wasted to move. He handed me my clothes, \u201cMaybe you\u2019ll think more wisely about your wardrobe choices tomorrow.\u201d
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