The Afternoon Cookie Call

Robin's breathing hadn't even returned to normal after her afternoon 'cookie call' when her intercom violated her ears.

"Mrs. Willson come to my office, please."

She jerked to attention at her desk and pushed the talk button. "Yes Sir, Mr. Bell, I'll be right there." She smoothed her dress, reached into her handbag and retrieved a small perfume bottle and gave herself a quick spritz, hoping to mask any scent of her recent arousal. Running her fingers under her nose and taking a quick whiff, she decided to use the hand sanitizer on her desk before opening the door to the hallway. She had been in Mr. Bell's office only once before, back when he had been introduced to her as her new supervisor, and she wondered what this summons was for. She stopped at his receptionist and told her she was there to see Mr. Bell.

"Please, go on in he is expecting you."

A small rap against the door and Robin entered his office. "You wanted to see me Sir?"

"Yes, please have a seat I'll just be a minute." He gestured to the seat in front of his desk, and she settled in and looked about his office. She noticed he had remodeled it since her last visit, she also noticed there was a camera on the wall with a view of the desk. Mr. Bell was very through with his employees, as she had heard, very protective of his own position. He had finished a few taps on his laptop and returned his full attention to her. "Mrs. Willson, you have been in our employ for quite some time." He stopped for a second. "Are you feeling well, you look a little flushed."

This only served to make her blush more, and to think of the phone cookies she just received. "No, ah I am fine, really."

"OK as I was saying you have been in our employ for quite some time, and it has come to my attention that we really need to discuss something." He rose and walked to the wall, gesturing to the red light on the camera, he flipped a switch, and the light faded off. "Mrs. Willson, I think we need to discuss your behavior." With that Mr. Bell spun his laptop to face her and clicked on a button. Her office came into view, with her on the phone. "I had these installed in every office in our building for, security issues." He watched her eyes intently as he turned up the volume. Every detail, every word of her conversation along with the video was crystal clear. Her face was red, as she listened to the male caller.

"Robin, pull your panties down. NOW!"

She had answered: "Yes Sir." and reached under her skirt, raising her bottom she slid the panties to her knees. He had proceeded to talk her through a spanking scene as he instructed her to finger herself. Robin started to reach for the laptop to shut it off when Mr. Bell grasped her hand.

"No Mrs. Willson the best is yet to come!" He held her hand firmly as they both watched her and heard her reach orgasm. The caller seemed satisfied and asked:

" Did you have a good cum?"

Robin had replied "Yes, yes I don't know how you do this to me."

"Well, Robin be a good girl for me and lick those fingers clean and get back to work." Robin pulled her hand from under her skirt and slurped the fingers loudly so the caller could hear. "Good Girl." Then click, the call was disconnected.

Mr. Bell made her watch as she pulled her skirt up and rearranged her panties back in place. He shut off the laptop when his own voice came through the speaker. Robin was embarrassed, so ashamed, and so afraid of losing her job. How could she tell people, OMG how could she tell Bob? She was so lost in those thoughts that Mr. Bell had to call her name several times before she acknowledged him.

"Please, Mr. Bell I am so sorry, I am so ashamed. I... I..."

His hand was back on her shoulder. "Mrs. Willson, Robin, this is an embarrassing situation for you, and I can imagine the things going through your mind right now; What will I tell my friends. What will I tell Bob. What will I tell my children about why I lost my job?" Her eyes looked up quickly, she hadn't thought about what she would tell them. "You don't have to lose your job over this Robin."

"I don't?" she stammered. "No, no you don't unless you choose to." He let that sink in as he walked back to his side of the desk and slid the bottom left drawer open.

"Unless I choose to?"

"Unless you choose to." His eyes never left hers as he pulled the leather strap from the drawer and laid it gently on top of his desk. "Unless you choose to." Robin's eyes widened and her breath caught. "This office is soundproof in case you are worried about that."

Her eyes took it all in as her mind processed what was being offered. "You, you'd spank me?"

"No, Robin I'll do more than spank you. I will discipline you."

"Discipline me?"

"Yes, you are in need of more than a spanking, I think it will be an ongoing discipline, a re-training so to speak."

"And then I can keep my job?"

"Yes, the job is yours to lose, Robin, do you want to lose your job?"

"No Sir."

"Is there anything you would not do to keep it, Robin?"

Robin's head came up quickly. "Sir, I am a married woman!"

"Don't worry Robin, I am not here to fulfill my carnal needs, but your ass would belong to me, just as your caller said!" "You can think about this overnight, but not without a penalty."

"A penalty?"

"Yes, Robin, if you even want the option to accept my offer, you will not leave here without asking for discipline for today's behavior. Or option B is you walk out that door with the last check you will ever receive from us, the clip will be put in your file or possibly leaked to U-Tube. The choice though is clearly yours."

Robin's head was in her hands, she had to think, had to buy time. "Ok Sir, please discipline me for today so I can think over my options tonight."

"Ok then, please stand, and strip to your bra and panties."

"You can't discipline me over my skirt???"

"I can Robin. But I won't. Either strip or leave I haven't time to waste." Robin slowly undid her skirt, feeling his eyes on her. She laid it on the chair and began unbuttoning her blouse. She stood in front of him in a bra and panties. He pulled his big, cushioned chair away from the desk and bade her to come to him. "Robin you may put your face in the seat and reach down and grab the arm supports. Do you need to be restrained?" It was then she noticed the cuffs attached to the arm supports.

"I... I am not sure."

He did not hesitate; he cuffed her elbows to the supports making her face press into the cushion seat. Her head was now lower than her bottom, making it jut out lewdly. She felt soft cuffs being applied to her ankle as he pushed her wide apart and attached the cuffs to the base of the chair. The same was done to the other leg. "Mrs. Willson, there is no turning back now!" With that his hands rolled the waistband of the panties as far down the spread legs as they would go. They hung like a flag of surrender, inside out between her thighs. Her face blushed deeper when he said, "MMM, these are far from damp Robin, they are soaked!"

She jerked against her bonds as his hands ran up her legs and patted her exposed bottom. "Robin, I will always be the one to lower your panties, and they will always be lowered." She couldn't see him from this position, but knew he had stepped away, probably retrieving the leather strap. "Robin, you will only be receiving 25 with this today, however my way of dishing out 25 is one strike on the left cheek, one strike on the right cheek and one low across the upper thighs that would be one. This time I will do the counting in the future I may have you count." He started slow and easy, and Robin's bottom swayed and clenched with each strike. About halfway through, he picked up the intensity and the leather echoed in the room. Her bottom was hot and sweating from the heat the leather built, way before the last swat kissed her upper thighs for the last time. His hand slid across her bottom as he surveyed the damage he had done. His fingers trailed down her widely exposed crack and over the lips of her womanhood. The lips were wet and glistened with Robin's excitement. He let his finger slide inside and slow circular motions against her clit had her moaning into the cushion. "I will do this for you this time, but next time you will as I watch." He felt her lips contract against his finger as she took in his words. Her juices poured from her lips and left a shiny trail down her leg as he removed his finger from her clit. She couldn't see but she was positive she could hear him sucking her juices from his fingers. Robin's knees almost buckled as he went about the task of undoing her restraints. She rubbed her bottom and stood in front of him as he was taking her all in. He reached down, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly and softly pulled her panties up. His hand patted her bottom as he told Robin to get dressed. Half of Robin's mind was going a mile a minute while the other half seemed to be in a daze. Her bottom stung to high heaven, not that it was an unpleasant feeling. Fully dressed, she sat at his desk as if nothing had transpired. He flipped the camera back on and walked to the door, opening it for her. He made sure his receptionist heard. "Mrs. Willson, I will be needing that report by close of business tomorrow, thanks for all your input."

As she walked by to exit, she felt a twitch in her clit and thought thanks for your input as well. She headed directly for her car, only stopping to gather her purse and her keys, she had so much to think about. As she settled into the Ford, the seats wrapped around her well spanked bottom, she couldn't help but slide her hand under her skirt. Perhaps she would take the long way home. Mr. Bell returned to his office and reached down in the center drawer in his desk, switching off the four hidden cameras that had caught all the action that had just occurred. He would save that and use it for leverage should Mrs. Willner have second thoughts about turning down his offer.

The End

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