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"Y-yes, Sir. I…I understand, Sir."
I released my hold on her hair and she fell to her knees with a low moan. Then, unable to help herself, she threw her arms around my legs again and hugged herself to me, her legs curling beneath her as before. "Th-thank you, Sir," she whispered. She rubbed her face against my thigh like a kitten. A moment later she spoke again – a barely heard murmur, more to herself than to me: "This is so wonderful…"
I reached down and gently caressed her hair to let her know that I had heard. We remained like that for a long moment, enjoying the silence and the soothing darkness of the office.
"I’m sorry I’ve been so much trouble for you, Sir" – a soft whisper. Then she turned her face up to me. "I guess I really am just a disobedient little s-s…" She tried to pull it off but stalled on the final word.
I ruffled her hair. "Disobedient little…?"
She must have caught the playful tone of my voice because she rose to her knees and sat back on her heels, her spine held straight. She tried again. "S-slut, Sir." I saw her tiny smile at the hesitation, and watched as she made herself sit up even straighter. "I’m a disobedient…little…slut, Sir." And to her own surprise she giggled, reaching up to cover her mouth with her hand as she did so. "I’m sorry, Sir," she said, smilingly openly now. "I’ve never been a slut before. I’ll have to get used to it, I guess."
She rose from her heels to her knees and leaned forward, placing her hands on my hips for support. "Is this what sluts do?" she purred, putting out her tongue and licking the front of my pants. "Or this…?" - reaching over with one hand and beginning to unzip me.
I seized her by the wrists and drew her to her feet, continuing to raise her arms until they were fully extended over her head and her body was pressed against mine. "That’s what my slut does…when I tell her to."
Her smile was only slightly abashed, "Sorry, Sir."
I grasped her wrists in one hand and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and using my free hand to cup and squeeze and stroke her pussy roughly through her panties. She moaned against my mouth and her hips jerked against my hand. I refused to stop or release her until she was making little whimpering sounds and I was sure she was right on the edge of orgasm again.
When I suddenly dropped her wrists and stepped back she nearly fell to her knees again, her breath escaping in a huge, "UH!" her eyes wide with shock.
"Stand up straight. Keep your arms above your head."
She was still gasping for breath. "Oh…oh…yes, Sir," she managed, and followed my instructions.
"…And my slut does not do that," I said, as if continuing my earlier statement, …when she is in the middle of being punished."
I had been expecting a look of dismay. I was disappointed. She stood there as ordered, arms stretched above her head, one hand grasping the opposite wrist, but it was as if by taking that position she had entered some Zen state of perfect and perpetual arousal, where release was irrelevant. Her nipples were erect, her breath was still short and her panties were now soaked, but her expression was dreamy as she replied, "Mmmm…yes, Sir."
I left her standing like that, went around to the back of her desk and rummaged through the drawers until I found what I was looking for. I returned and sat in my chair, beckoning her over to stand in front of me.
"Turn around," I told her, and she did so, murmuring "Yes, Sir".
"Lean forward – hands on your knees." Again, with a soft-spoken "Yes, Sir," she did as she was told, presenting me with her very nicely shaped behind in damp cotton panties. I uncapped the marker I’d taken from her desk and wrote Disobedient Little Slut on the white fabric. Nadine giggled as I wrote – it must have tickled somewhat.
"Stand up again. Turn to face me. Hands above your head."
"Yes, Sir."
I used one hand to pull her panties up snugly and hold them there while I wrote Disobedient Little Slut on the front as well. In her position Nadine couldn’t really bend her neck far enough to see what I was writing, but I could see her watching. I finished and snapped the cap back onto the marker.
"Can you read upside-down, Nadine? Look down here."
Keeping her arms in place, Nadine leaned forward to look. "Yes, Sir," she breathed. She straightened again and looked at me. "It says, ‘Disobedient little slut,’ Sir."
"That’s right, Nadine. It says that on the back as well." I began idly stroking her pussy through the crotch of her panties with the tip of the marker as I continued. "And since you seem to have trouble remembering who and what you are, you’re going to wear these panties every day until I say otherwise."
"Yes, Sir."
I pressed the cap of the marker lightly against her clitoris, making her gasp. "And since you seem to prefer dressing for work like a sexless librarian, starting tomorrow you will continue to do so: conservative suits and blouses, hair up, sensible shoes, glasses in place – and these panties underneath."
"Yes, Sir." She smiled slightly at this, and I could tell she was picturing herself going through the day as I’d described. Her smile disappeared and her mouth fell open as I pressed the marker tip harder against her clitoris and began to rotate it as I continued to address her.
"AND…now listen carefully, Nadine. Every time you meet with a client in this office – no matter who they are, no matter how many meetings you have in a day – at least once during every single meeting you will excuse yourself and visit the bathroom you have here.
I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and began using the marker – it was one of those large, nearly cock-sized ones – to tease her pussy lips apart. I could see her mouth trembling as I continued. "In the bathroom you will strip to these panties. You will kneel on the floor with your legs spread. You will call me on your cell-phone and when I answer you will say, "I apologize for being a disobedient little slut, Sir."
Nadine’s face fell. "B-but what if I…AHHH!" She screamed as I pushed the marker most of the way into her pussy. "AH! Ohhh, SHITSHIT-OMIGOD!
"Shut up, Nadine. I’m telling you what you’re going to do."
She was bouncing up and down on her toes, biting her lip and grunting, tears rolling down her cheeks, trying desperately to control her arousal. "EE! EE-yessssss…ssssiir!" she finally managed, as she forced herself to be still.
I slipped the crotch of her panties over the still-protruding marker to hold it in, and continued, "After you finish speaking with me you’re going to masturbate through your panties until they –and your hand – are good and wet. Pay attention, Nadine!"
Her eyes had started to close, but they flew open again. "Oh! Ohhh…yes, Sir."
"Then, and only then, you will get dressed and return to your client. You will not wash your hands. Is that understood?"
Her eyes were practically crossed with arousal at this point she managed a nod and a breathless, "Y-yes, Sir. I… Ohhh, god. I unders—EEE!" She squealed as I gave the bottom of the marker a light tap through her panties.
"Good." I stood up, facing her. "But we’re not done with your punishment yet."
I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor in front of me. Nadine sank to her knees, letting out her breath with a whoosh of relief. I reached for her wrists – still obediently held above her head – and placed her hands on my hips so that she was facing the front of my pants.
"Belt," I said.
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