would waste no time in spreading the news about Ellen's bizarre new behavior.
"Yes, sir?” she said, standing by the door.
"You seem to have forgotten the rules of your employment."
El started, taking a step back. Then she immediately began stripping off her clothes. In seconds, she was naked. She came over by Jack's chair and sank to her knees. “How may I help you, master?"
"Knees wider apart. There, that's better.” Jack let her stew for a moment. “Let's take care of this memo to employees, shall we?” He handed her a pad and pen.
She took it, still on her knees, her face blank. He dictated a short note about El's job change without giving any details. He told her to use her “new” name in the release, El Sanchez. She wrote down the information with a shaky hand. Jack could've dashed out the note himself in far less time, but it pleased him to have her be the author of her own demotion notice.
When he was done, he told her to write it up and sent to him for approval. She started to get up, and he stopped her. “I can't very well let you get away with your bad behavior, now can I?"
"B-bad behavior?” To El, no doubt her failures to obey were minor transgressions, easily forgiven. Jack had to let her know where she stood.
"Yes. You called me Jack in front of Gloria. You failed to rub your pussy, even when I reminded you. And you didn't strip immediately upon entering my office."
"S-sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
"And then there's the matter of your sloppy shaving job. I guess I'll have to correct that mistake myself, won't I?” He paused. “Unless you want Gloria to do it."
She rocked back onto her heels. “Oh, no, sir! Please. I'd rather you did it."
"You know, of course, that what you'd ‘rather’ have happen is no longer important."
"Um, yes, sir."
Jack thought for a moment. “I'll give you a choice of punishments. You can either work in your office naked for the next two hours, or you can submit to a spanking with my belt."
El looked horrified. “No, Sir! Master! You can't! Please, I beg you,"
"Which is it to be, El?"
Her eyes roamed around, as if looking for an escape. For the first time, Jack believed she was finally realizing what she had gotten herself into. “I'll-I'll take the spanking, sir. Anything but w-work naked in front of anyone walking by! I'd just die!"
He nodded. “Place yourself over the desk.” He stood and removed his belt.
She obeyed warily, spreading herself flat and gripping the far end of the desk as if her life depended on it, her eyes never leaving the belt in his hand. When she was in position, her lovely rounded ass up and ready for him, she suddenly blurted, “Master? May I speak?"
He sighed as if greatly bothered by her interruption. “Yes, what is it?"
"W-won't people hear us? That could prove, um, hard to explain."
Jack pretended to think about it. “Yes, you're right. I'm not so concerned about the slapping of my belt on your ass, but your screams could cause problems. Go get me your top."
She sprang up, as if grateful for the reprieve. It was a short one, however. When she returned with the scrap of cloth, he indicated she should reposition herself. When she had done so, he made her open her mouth and pressed part of the wadded up shirt inside.
"Try not to make too much noise,” he said. She nodded, her eyes wide with shock. He wondered how she was going to explain this to her husband.
He stood back, then let her have a crack with the belt. She screamed into the gag, clearly startled by how hard he struck her. Jack admired the nice red welt it raised on her honey-toned ass. Already sweat was beading up on her forehead and her eyes pleaded with him to stop.
He struck her again, and again, moving the belt around each time to cover all the unmarked areas. He let out some of his anger at her betrayal. He stopped at five, deciding to go easy on her. Jack wasn't surprised to see the spanking had caused her slit to expand. Her juices
"Yes, sir?” she said, standing by the door.
"You seem to have forgotten the rules of your employment."
El started, taking a step back. Then she immediately began stripping off her clothes. In seconds, she was naked. She came over by Jack's chair and sank to her knees. “How may I help you, master?"
"Knees wider apart. There, that's better.” Jack let her stew for a moment. “Let's take care of this memo to employees, shall we?” He handed her a pad and pen.
She took it, still on her knees, her face blank. He dictated a short note about El's job change without giving any details. He told her to use her “new” name in the release, El Sanchez. She wrote down the information with a shaky hand. Jack could've dashed out the note himself in far less time, but it pleased him to have her be the author of her own demotion notice.
When he was done, he told her to write it up and sent to him for approval. She started to get up, and he stopped her. “I can't very well let you get away with your bad behavior, now can I?"
"B-bad behavior?” To El, no doubt her failures to obey were minor transgressions, easily forgiven. Jack had to let her know where she stood.
"Yes. You called me Jack in front of Gloria. You failed to rub your pussy, even when I reminded you. And you didn't strip immediately upon entering my office."
"S-sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
"And then there's the matter of your sloppy shaving job. I guess I'll have to correct that mistake myself, won't I?” He paused. “Unless you want Gloria to do it."
She rocked back onto her heels. “Oh, no, sir! Please. I'd rather you did it."
"You know, of course, that what you'd ‘rather’ have happen is no longer important."
"Um, yes, sir."
Jack thought for a moment. “I'll give you a choice of punishments. You can either work in your office naked for the next two hours, or you can submit to a spanking with my belt."
El looked horrified. “No, Sir! Master! You can't! Please, I beg you,"
"Which is it to be, El?"
Her eyes roamed around, as if looking for an escape. For the first time, Jack believed she was finally realizing what she had gotten herself into. “I'll-I'll take the spanking, sir. Anything but w-work naked in front of anyone walking by! I'd just die!"
He nodded. “Place yourself over the desk.” He stood and removed his belt.
She obeyed warily, spreading herself flat and gripping the far end of the desk as if her life depended on it, her eyes never leaving the belt in his hand. When she was in position, her lovely rounded ass up and ready for him, she suddenly blurted, “Master? May I speak?"
He sighed as if greatly bothered by her interruption. “Yes, what is it?"
"W-won't people hear us? That could prove, um, hard to explain."
Jack pretended to think about it. “Yes, you're right. I'm not so concerned about the slapping of my belt on your ass, but your screams could cause problems. Go get me your top."
She sprang up, as if grateful for the reprieve. It was a short one, however. When she returned with the scrap of cloth, he indicated she should reposition herself. When she had done so, he made her open her mouth and pressed part of the wadded up shirt inside.
"Try not to make too much noise,” he said. She nodded, her eyes wide with shock. He wondered how she was going to explain this to her husband.
He stood back, then let her have a crack with the belt. She screamed into the gag, clearly startled by how hard he struck her. Jack admired the nice red welt it raised on her honey-toned ass. Already sweat was beading up on her forehead and her eyes pleaded with him to stop.
He struck her again, and again, moving the belt around each time to cover all the unmarked areas. He let out some of his anger at her betrayal. He stopped at five, deciding to go easy on her. Jack wasn't surprised to see the spanking had caused her slit to expand. Her juices
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