Page 29 of Razor
“I’m going to watch you carefully. You may need to wear a plug or have your temperature taken. Daddies who are doctors know there are many medicines that work especially well when inserted into a Little girl’s bottom.” He pressed his finger into her rectum, escalating the sensations flooding her.
She shook her head, staring at the floor. She didn’t want him to guess how much this turned her on. It was like all her super-secret fantasies were coming true.
“I’ll sense when you need some help to go to the bathroom. Some warm soapy water flooding into your system will cure many maladies.”
“Nooo!” she wailed and attempted to pull her legs together, but his other hand blocked her and stroked her pussy as that probing finger pushed deeper.
“I have a nozzle especially designed for you, Honey. It’s thickest in the middle. It will be tough for you to handle, but I’ll help you tolerate it. Once it’s filling your bottom, it will stay in place until I decide you can let the medicine out.”
The combined caresses pushed her over the brink into a massive orgasm. She shook as he continued to touch her. Excitement exploded within her again. “No more, Daddy. I can’t take it!”
“Of course you can. You are such a good girl. Another for me, sweetheart.”
A few seconds later, Honey screamed into the thick denim fabric covering his leg. Slumping limply over his lap, she tried to process the sensations that continued to float around inside her but couldn’t concentrate on anything. She could only bask in the pleasure he’d lavished on her.
Razor gathered her gently into his arms and rocked her. He kissed her lips softly before reaching into the pocket of his cut. She heard the crinkle of a wrapper but couldn’t look. Something brushed over her lips, and she opened her mouth automatically.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Suck on your pacifier. That will help you settle down.”
She snuggled closer to him. The tension had evaporated from her muscles, leaving her floating. Even unable to concentrate, Honey knew he was right. She’d ask for a good girl spanking in the future.
Chapter 9
A couple of days later….
“Honey! Get your mind on your work! I’m waiting for those orders to be processed.”
Dragging her thoughts away from her time with Razor, Honey flipped through computer screens to find the files her boss had demanded. For the millionth time, she regretted he could see her while he sat at his desk with the inner office door open. She quickly double-checked the order against their stock and sighed in disbelief. He’d done it again. Pissed, she sent screenshots to her personal email address before standing and walking to Mr. Reynolds’ door.
“Sir? I’m afraid there’s a problem with the order….”
“Go make it right,” Mr. Reynolds snapped.
“I can’t, sir. It appears that the customer’s rep suggested a product we no longer manufacture. I think we’ve talked about this several times over the last three months.”
“Why the hell is it on the order form then?” he bellowed.
“I’ve taken it off repeatedly. The latest version has your name as the person who added it back on.” She mentally added, “as well as the last three did.”
“Then you’ll have to call the customer and tell them it’s your fault for not keeping tabs on the stock. Offer them bonus products to make up for it and deduct that expense from your paycheck. You have to do better, Honey. I’d hate to write you up for being incompetent.”
She’d followed his instructions like a doormat and subtracted a couple of hundred dollars in “bonus” items from her check in the past. It made a huge impact on her take-home amount. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reynolds. I won’t agree to that this time. If you’d like me to take it out of your paycheck, I’ll send a note with the amount to accounting. This was not my mistake.”
“Of course it is. You’re supposed to keep the order forms updated with the current supplies. That’s part of your job.”
She noticed the glint in his weasel-like eyes. He’d done this on purpose to cause her problems. Honey stiffened her spine. She wasn’t going to allow him to mess with her this much.
“It is my job to set up the forms and adjust them according to current production. Only you and I have access to change the options. The system notes the person who creates an additional product on the form. I’ll be glad to send you the screenshots of your name and the date for that selection.”
Al Reynolds slammed his hands down on the top of his desk, making her jump as he leapt to his feet. As she recoiled in fear, he demanded, “Are you accusing me of sabotaging the order form?”
The word sabotage rang in her mind. That wasn’t her term, but it appeared to reveal his plan. Was he doing this to get rid of her?
“I would never accuse you of anything, sir. I’m sure it was an innocent error. It simply wasn’t my mistake.”
“That’s it! I won’t put up with this incompetence. You’re fired. Go take your computer to the main office and pack up your desk. You’re done here.”
She stared at him in horror. “Mr. Reynolds, I’ve worked here for years. Since I was in high school. You can’t terminate me for someone else’s mistake.”
