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Title: The Secretary’s Secret Punishment

When Yui Sawaguchi, a prim and proper junior employee, walked into the office, she was met with a penetrating stare. It was from Yamada, her infuriatingly arrogant senior colleague. Yui had always disliked Yamada’s arrogant attitude and his habit of making inappropriate comments. But today, something was different in Yamada’s eyes – an unmistakable glint of mischief and lust.

Yamada had been eyeing Yui for months now, making derogatory remarks about her attire and behavior. Yui usually ignored him, focusing on her work. However, Yamada was a busybody who constantly found fault in others just to make himself feel superior. Today, Yui decided she had enough.

As she reached her desk, Yamada glided up to her, a sneer on his face. “Yui-chan, your skirt is uneven,” he said with a smirk. Yui snapped. She stood up, hands on hips as she glared at him. “Yamada, your comments are untoward!” she declared. “Apologize now!”

Yamada’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “You’re not in a position to demand apologies from me, Yui-chan,” he taunted, his eyes roving over her body. “I have ways of silencing sassy young ladies like you.”

Before Yui could respond, Yamada grabbed her arm and led her into a supply closet. The door clicked shut with an ominous finality.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Yui demanded, struggling in his iron grip. But Yamada merely smirked.

“Tsk, tsk,” he chided. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, threatening your superior like that. And now, I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve.”

In a flash, Yamada had Yui pressed against the wall, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other slid up her thigh, hiking up her skirt.

“You…you can’t!” Yui gasped as Yamada’s fingers brushed against her panties, but her protest sounded weak even to herself. Truth be told, a part of her had secretly yearned for Yamada’s touch.

Yamada slipped his fingers beneath the flimsy cotton fabric as Yui let out a ragged moan, disguise by the humming of the fluorescent light. “I’m going to teach you your place,” Yamada murmured into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

As his digits explored her slick folds, Yui whimpered, torn between arousal and humiliation. Yamada chuckled darkly, unfastening his slacks with his free hand. “Silent, submissive, and obedient, that’s the only way you’ll earn my forgiveness,” he growled.

With a swift thrust, he entered her, forcing a choked gasp from Yui’s lips. Yamada pushed harder, deeper, each thrust pounding home his dominance over her. Forced to endure the delicious degradation, Yui glanced at Yamada’s watch, noting the time tick, counting down to their discretion.

Yamada’s fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles until Yui’s moans escalated into wanton cries. She hated herself for responding so easily, but Yamada’s touch ignited a fire she couldn’t control.

“You’re as wanton as you are willful, Yui-chan,” Yamada panted. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Blunt thrusts grew rougher as Yamada’s release neared. Delirious, Yui met his rhythm, clenching at his intrusion with wanton abandon. Yamada slammed against her, grunting, until his climax hit. He pushed deep, flooding Yui with hot, thick seed.

As Yamada’s last shudder faded, he pulled away, tucking himself back into his slacks and casting Yui a triumphant smirk. “I trust you’ve learned your lesson, young lady,” he said, adjusting his tie.

Sheepish but sated, Yui hunched over, pulling her skirt down with shaky fingers. “Yes, Yamada-san,” she said meekly. Lesson learned… But somehow, she couldn’t help wondering what other ‘punishments’ awaited her under Yamada’s watchful gaze