I marched Carol down the short hallway towards the one bathroom in the office cluster, openly admiring every inch of her skin as she moved. She was a little squirmy dur to her urgent need to relieve herself, but even that was somehow mildly erotic. She was utterly and completely in my power and I loved it. Still, she was school property and as such would receive proper care and maintenance.
Once inside the bathroom, I looped her chain around the pipes under the sink and padlocked it so she couldn't get far. Then I handed her the collection of toiletries I'd removed from her apartment, including a pink disposable razor. I pointed to the toilet, then the shower. "Do your business and clean yourself up. Shave everything. You are still the receptionist of this office and you are expected to perform in that capacity and keep yourself presentable."
Carol took the small pile of things, squirming uncomfortably and shifting her weight between her feet, but nodded. "Yes, sir, I understand."
I nodded. "Good. You have twenty minutes." My eyes wandered her naked flesh, enjoying the swell of her breasts, emphasized by the smoosh of the bundle of things in her arms. I lowered my eyes further to the somewhat unruly patch of hair at the top of her thighs and made a face. "I want it gone. All of it."
She groaned impatiently, bouncing between her feet. "Ugh! I got it! Just go already!" Even as the words left her mouth, her eyes widened in horror at her own thoughtlessness. At least she had the decency to realize she'd misbehaved. "Oh, I—"
I slapped her. Hard enough to hurt my own hand. Strangely, I felt no anger as I did it; it was purely mechanical discipline. Carol needed to be taught respect and I would be doing her a disservice to let her act so wrongly. Her shocked gasp echoed in the small bathroom in a way I found pleasing. I reached forward and grabbed one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinching hard and tugging her in the direction of the shower.
Her toiletries went skittering across the floor as she flailed in my grip, sputtering apologies and pleas for me to stop. I yanked open the stall door and shoved her inside, interrupting her flow of words with a quick cutting motion of my hand. "Shut it. You do not speak in that tone. Ever. This is the last time I will be nice about it. Understand?"
She stared at me, lower lip trembling. "Y-yes, sir, I'm sorry! I just... I need to go so badly. I can't—" She cut off at the sudden sound of splattering liquid at her feet and her face paled with humiliation. She couldn't hold it any longer and was pissing all over herself. At least she was in the shower for it. She covered her mouth with a hand and broke down crying.
Rolling my eyes at her hysterics, I turned to leave. "Twenty minutes. You'd better not stink."
I left the door to the bathroom open as I returned to the hallway, which may have been a mistake, as the annoying sounds of a sobbing woman followed me until the sound of the shower drowned her out. I still had Nikki to deal with. I only hoped she wouldn't be as obnoxious about it as Carol had been.
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