Page 28 of His to Correct

“Yes, sir,” I sobbed, though my mind screamed at me to stay silent, warned me to admit to nothing. I swallowed hard, and my eyes went wide, as I realized that the more I tried to hold it in, the more the dark part of me broke free and rose to the surface.

As if to confirm that terrible idea, my mouth opened as if it had a mind of its own. My forehead creased hard. My eyes descended to look again at Stuart’s huge, hard cock, and a tiny, mewling whimper came from the back of my throat.

“You need it very badly, don’t you?” Stuart murmured, his voice a lewd mockery of compassion.

I nodded, my mouth still wide open. I put out my tongue. Stuart pushed his hips forward a little, and put his left hand on the back of my head to hold me in place. He laid the head of his cock on my tongue, warm and weighty. To my dismay, my pussy clenched at the feeling of being so shamefully controlled. I let out a whimper as my boss pressed his huge, hard penis deeper into my mouth.

“That’s it, Melissa,” he said. “Taste that pretty cunt of yours.”

Stuart’s cock filled my mouth, the taste of my own arousal mingling with his masculine musk. I struggled not to gag as he pushed deeper, my lips stretching wide around his girth. His hand on the back of my head held me firmly in place as he began to thrust shallowly.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” Stuart mused, his voice thick with lust. “I knew you had it in you, Melissa. All that intelligence, all those lofty ideas about changing the system… and here you are, on your knees like a common whore.”

His words sent a jolt of shame through me, but to my horror, it was accompanied by a fresh surge of arousal. I moaned around his shaft, the vibrations making him groan in response.

“That’s right,” he continued, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it? To be used and degraded by your boss. To have all that responsibility taken away and just focus on being a good little fuck toy.”

I couldn’t deny it. As much as I wanted to protest, to insist that this wasn’t me, I knew deep down that Stuart was right. The realization both terrified and exhilarated me.

Stuart’s grip on my hair tightened as he fucked my mouth more forcefully. “I’m going to come now,” he growled. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl. Understand?”

I nodded as best I could with his cock still in my mouth. Moments later, I felt him swell against my tongue before hot spurts of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed reflexively, struggling to take it all as Stuart held me in place.

When he finally released me, I gasped for air, a trickle of semen and saliva running down my chin. Stuart looked down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

“Well done, Melissa,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants. “I think you’ve earned the right to discipline Mandy now. Don’t you?”

I nodded weakly, still trying to catch my breath. The taste of Stuart’s release lingered in my mouth, a lewd reminder of what had just transpired.

“Good,” Stuart continued. “You’ll take her to a punishment room this afternoon. I expect you to be firm but fair. Remember, this is about maintaining order and respect in the workplace. You can get dressed; ask Heather how to book the punishment room.”

For the first few steps toward Heather’s office, after closing the door of Stuart’s behind me, I thought I would simply vanish in a haze of hot, red embarrassment. My bottom and my pussy were both sore, though not really very painful. I had to work hard to maintain an even gait, and even harder to keep from working my jaw to ease the slight ache that lingered there.

The most difficult part of all, however, was pushing back the arousal that all of it caused. I had felt certain that the multiple orgasms Stuart had forced on me would at least stop me from feeling needy again for a week—or a day at least. Instead, I had to tell myself over and over not to think about his huge manhood and the way he had used it to master me so completely.

I had to think about Mandy, and how I would handle this tricky situation. I had to think about what I would say to Heather.

To my mild astonishment, by the time I had reached the door to the office manager’s office, I had myself under control. Iwondered if something about Selecta’s unique culture, about the importance of New Modesty Blue and how openly we discussed it, meant that getting spanked and fucked by the boss in his office after lunch seemed, well, a bit like the done thing.

“Melissa?” Heather asked, when I knocked and then poked my head around her half open door. “Hi… how can I help?”

I was about to say something like, “It’s a human resources matter—can I come in?” when I saw Heather’s eyes go to her monitor screen.

“Oh, right,” she said. “Sorry, Stuartjustmailed me about this. Don’t know where my brain was. Come on in and sit down and I’ll run you through the process.”

I couldn’t really tell if Heather intentionally looked away as I sat down with as small a wince as I could manage in the chair across her desk from her. The movement of her eyes seemed so precise, though, and so perfectly timed that I had to conclude it came from long-practiced skill in working with women who had probably just had their misbehaving backsides paddled. Heather gave no sign that she knew, or didn’t know, about what had occurred in Stuart’s office, but the way she had looked away seemed on balance unlikely to be random.

“So,” she said, in a very matter-of-fact voice, “what did Mandy do this time?”

To my surprise, I laughed. “Joe said she’s been in trouble before?”

“Oh,” Heather said, “you don’t know the half of it—and I’d get in trouble for telling you.”

I frowned slightly, and Heather chuckled in response.

“I know, I know. After what you’ve been through and seen, I’m sure you don’t think there’s anything like confidentiality standards here at Selecta, but as you settle in for real you’ll start to get the ethics, and even the logic, of this place.”

My frown deepened as I tried to figure out what Heather meant. What kind of ethics and logic could govern a system that involved regular paddlings, intimate inspections, and—apparently—fucking your new report over your desk and then making her kneel and suck her pussy juices off your cock?

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