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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Honey turned to greet someone else walking up to the desk, so I went to the elevator and took it up to my floor. I entered the bullpen, and the few women already there gave me curious looks. I avoided their eyes, but took note of their outfits. Tiny tops. Short skirts. Miniscule shorts, tight, sexy. All of them. My outfit was like a neon sign illuminating my difference. I felt my cheeks flush, drank more of the Obsequium, and tried to put the thought out of my warm, fuzzy head. The girl in front of Mr. Johnson's office greeted me, and spoke into her headset.
"You can go on in." She said a second later.
I opened the door. Mr. Johnson glanced up from his desk, waved politely, looked back down at a paper, then did a double take and looked at me, brows knitted in confusion. I stopped.
"Um, good morning Mr. Johnson," I said quietly.
"Yes. Good morning, Kayla. That is a very...interesting choice of attire," he said, frowning.
I flushed. I wanted to shout that it was a normal outfit. There was nothing wrong with it. I kept quiet, though.
"You did read the employment papers you signed, yes?"
"Um, mostly," I said.
"Ah," he said, "as in you didn't read them thoroughly. If you had, you would have noted the office dress code. Page 63, subsection 8. Please familiarize yourself with it in the future. As it's only your second day, and we've already thrown a lot at you, I'm going to let you off with only a minor disciplinary action. Afterwards, I can give you something more appropriate for the workplace, unless you have a change of clothes?"
I thought of the skimpy top and tiny skirt in my trunk. Could something the office gave her be any worse than that? I thought not.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, "I don't have another outfit with me today. I'll make sure to carry extras in the future."
Johnson nodded, saying, "Very good. First, let's take care of the disciplinary action."
I trembled. My second day and I was already in trouble. I shuffled my feet and looked at the floor, ashamed. Johnson pushed a button on his phone. A second later, the door opened and his assistant came in.
"Yes, Sir?" She asked.
"Suck Pet," Johnson said, "Kayla has broken the dress code. She'll need minor discipline and a change of clothes. Can you take care of that, please?"
"Yes, Sir," Suck Pet agreed, "Would you like to witness the discipline?"
"Yes. Here will be fine.
Suck Pet took my arm and led me to the desk, then bent me at the waist. Johnson sat back in his chair, and idly patted his groin, looking into my frightened, confused eyes. Suck Pet yanked my skirt up above my waist, bent me further over the desk. My mouth opened in an O of surprise, and then a loud crack echoed through the office as Suck Pet's hand came down hard on my bottom. I cried out, and Johnson rubbed his hardening penis as the look of pain and shock registered on my face.
He watched my eyes as they filled with tears, and another loud crack followed. I cried out again, my ass stinging. A third spanking made me bite my quivering lip. Johnson watched the humiliation on my face, the mix of pain and arousal. He could see that, while it hurt, my cunt was wet and excited. I could see the hard bulge under his hand. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. Suck Pet glanced at him, and he held up his hand.
"Please take better care to follow the rules in the future, Layla," he said, "Suck Pet will find you something more appropriate. Please report back to me afterwards, so that we can start your training in Social Media Research."
I nodded, chastised and humiliated. I couldn't believe i'd just been spanked in my boss' office, by his secretary. I couldn't believe how fucking horny it had made me. Suck Pet let my skirt fall, and motioned for me to follow her. We left the office, and exited the bullpen. I followed Suck Pet down the hall to a closed, brown, wooden door. The girl opened it with her badge. I followed her in.
The room was a large walk-in closet, lined with clothes. Suck Pet looked me over wordlessly, and began to go through the clothes. She picked a few items, and brought them over.
"Strip." She ordered, and tapped her foot impatiently.
I flushed and slowly undid my blouse, taking it off and putting it on the table. Next, her skirt.
"God," Suck Pet breathed, "Why do you want to hide that? Fuck. I could spend days between those goddamn legs. Lose the panties, too. Seriously? Boy shorts?"
I slid the panties off, and added them to the clothes on the table, then stood with my hands covering my pussy. Suck Pet rolled her eyes, got down on one knee. She lifted my foot, and slid a new pair of panties on one leg, then the other. She pulled them up my legs. I gasped as i felt something inside the panties, some kind of small protrusion, slide into her cunt. The panties snapped in place.
"What is that?" I asked. It felt nice inside my warm cunt.
"Company-issued underwear," Suck Pet explained, "your fault for not reading the rules."
The girl shook her head and sighed, then handed me the other clothes. I looked at them, dumbfounded.
"Go ahead," Suck Pet said, grinning.
I went red, but did as I was told. I slid the pair of tight, spandex shorts up my legs. They hugged me so tightly that I may as well have not been wearing anything. Suck Pet stopped me before I could put on my "shirt".
"Ditch the bra. It's going to look stupid."
Resigned, I pulled the strapless bra off, and put it on the table. Suck Pet, then, had to help me get the shirt on. By the time we managed to get the shirt on, it barely covered my tits, and the material stretched over them, clearly showing my nipples and a generous amount of cleavage. The stretched out letters on the front read, "Put a Baby In Me".
"That's much better." Suck Pet said, "You look perfect now!"
I flushed. The slutty clothes, and the thing I could feel in my cunt had me wanting to cum. Suck Pet held up something that looked like a garage remote control in her hand, pressed a button, and I screeched in surprise as my pussy went crazy. The thing inside the panties vibrated inside of my cunt, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. I moaned and leaned against the table, legs shaking. A moment later, the vibrating stopped, and Suck Pet smiled at me.
"Fun, huh?" She said.
"Fuck!" I hissed, "What..?
"Come on. You're going to be late." Suck Pet took me by the arm and pulled me from the room, back down the hallway, and into the bullpen. The women all looked at me in my slutty outfit and I saw approval and arousal in their eyes. I didn't think I could get any redder with embarrassment, but it happened. Suck Pet knocked on Johnson's door again, and his voice on the other side bade them enter.
"Ah! Much better," Johnson said, as he looked me over. He looked at his watch, "Kayla, you're late for work. I'm afraid you'll need to be disciplined. Suck Pet, would you see to it, please?"
"But, Sir," I whined, "I wasn't-" She inhaled sharply as the vibrator inside of her came to life, making my legs shake, "Ooooh!"
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" *Unfriended*
"Holy mother of tits!" *Liked*
"Where did you get the shirt? That's so hot!" *Liked*
"I would bathe in your sweat!" *Liked*
"What a f'in slut. So trashy." *Liked & Unfriended*
I tucked my phone back in my purse, and put food on my tray, grabbed a bottle of Obsequium, made it to the cashier, paid, and took a table alone in a corner. I ate robotically, as I stared at the milling throng of half-naked women, wondering what my life had become. Less than two weeks ago, I was the girl in the ivory sweater. Now, I had a vibrator up my twat, and i'd had half a dozen orgasms before lunch. I tried to puzzle it through, sure that there was something strange about it all, but my head felt too warm and fuzzy to think too hard about anything.
