The mattress is the place for scissors

The workplace was quiet, save for the delicate click on of heels in opposition to tile ground. Cassandra strolled previous the cubicles, her form-fitting pencil skirt hugging her curvy hips and an air of authority emanating from her assured stride. As she handed by every workspace, these beneath her scurried to cover any trace of procrastination, their eyes darting all the way down to their screens lest they meet her steely gaze.

Raymond gulped as his boss and rumored dominatrix sauntered by. Dear god, if she knew he’d overslept at this time and was already not on time, she’d string him up by his balls! The 28-year-old temp shortly shut down his telephone’s puzzle recreation earlier than unexpectedly typing out an e-mail, sometimes glancing round in a panic.

Cassandra caught his nervous actions and icy eyes narrowed as she approached his cubicle. “Raymond, been playing catch-up I see,” she mentioned easily, espresso cup in a single hand and a stack of recordsdata within the different. “Or have you already completed your daily check-in on the board?”

“N-no ma-am,” he stammered, cheeks reddening. “I was just getting to it.”

She stepped inside his area, leaning over his desk and giving him an ideal view down her shirt at her ample cleavage. “Was just getting to it, huh? That’s not what I asked.” He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts straining in opposition to the buttons. She clicked her tongue. “Uh uh uh, Raymond. You know the rules.ɱ”

Reaching into her briefcase, she produced a pairs of scissors. attendance tardiness just isn’t tolerated.” She walked around to his side, scissors clicking open with a sharp snip. Raymond froze, eyes wide. She smirked, slowly rolling up her sleeve. “Now let’s get these stories stamped and filed, we could?”

Raymond whimpered however obediently started sorting the papers. As he slid the semi-proofreading one over, Cassandra pounced like a tigress, purring, “Ah ah ah! Don’t think I didn’t notice that typo! You’re getting rusty, boy.”

She grabbed his ear, twisting sharply and dragging him from the chair by his ear. “Plenty of old-school discipline for slow workers in the breakroom,” she tutted. Still gripping his crimson lobe, she hauled him alongside at a fast clip, ignoring his cries of, “M-massage, yes Mistress! I promise I’ll proofread and red flag all Xs and Ys!”

Cassandra ignored him as she marched Raymond into the breakroom, one hand stuffed into the impatient lump in her panties whereas the opposite divvied out punishment. “Take your pants down and bend over the table like a good little boy.” When he did not soar to obey, she hauled again with a swift backhander throughout his face. “Now! Unless you want to learn what these scissors feel like on your backside?”

Raymond paled and shortly complied. He shuffled to the desk, hazarding a look up at Cassandra as she rolled up her sleeves. “You’ll thank me after,” she cooed, greedy his ear as soon as extra as she kneeled behind him and unfold his cheeks. “Under the spanking will hurt a lot less when your refractory period kicks in.”

Raymond yelped on the first smack, again arching. Cassandra peppered his ass with a flurry of stinging slaps, alternating cheeks till he was crimson and gasping. “Mistress, please! I-ah! There’s a meeting at 10am! I’ll get my work done I’ll get a – mmph!”

“Shut it!” She crashed her lips onto his, at the same time as her hand crashed in opposition to his ass once more. He keened into her lips as she groped his twitching cock, stroking it to full hardness earlier than breaking away. “Now be a good boy and lay very still. Wind your scrappy self too much and these scissors end up in very bad places.”

Raymond got here as if he was struck by lightning, clear fluid splattering throughout the ground and throughout his midsection. His imaginative and prescient dimmed as he slumped in opposition to the desk, ears ringing. The solely factor louder than his sluggish heartbeat was the rattle of chains as Cassandra started buckling him right into a leather-based straitjacket in preparation for his cruise to the hospital.

Two days later and his wounds had healed sufficient for him to be discharged. Sitz baths and disinfectant had taken care of all the pieces, however the humiliation nonetheless stung. As the cab drove to his residence, he let himself lean again and puzzled what different punishments his boss had in retailer…