Receptionist - German discipline

Your early morning at the reception goes uneventful – you’re aware some people might call the groping, hugging and kissing from visitors as well a workmates notable events, but to you it has become the pleasant everyday routine for your new job. You use your free time when nobody calls or needs to welcomed to brush up on your German some more, language as well as general knowledge. You never cared much for it other than the beer and the food when you were a man, but their culture is rich and old, with great poetry and literature, movies and art. Architecture, of course, home of several ground-breaking art and literary movements, the people seem a lot more varied that the one stereotypical image you had in mind, and when you read “behind many Germans' cool and professional tenure awaits a deep fountain of emotions and thoughts.” You chuckle. Can confirm that from experience.

When eventually one of the women from yesterday's group stands at your desk and clears her throat, you are taken aback a little. Time flew by during your dive into her culture and language.

“Good morning, Fräulein Jordan.”

You’re a bit more surprised by her using the uncommon title. She's a woman after all, mid thirties, professionally dressed, her long hair tied back. Very much the type who has given up on the old diminutive. It seems her boss’ use of it encouraged his underlings. You don’t object and accept her stance.

“Guten Morgen, Frau …”

You add her name that you learned to the correct title

She smiles pleased.

“Your pronunciation sounds better than yesterday. You’re fast learner. That's good.”

You blush.

“With the proper motivation...”

“Good to know. You’ll need to learn a lot, language included if today goes as planned.”

You feel a little overwhelmed that you know so little about hat plan about you that has obviously already made great progress. In your battle to to establish yourself as a strong independent woman as long as this lasts – until Sunday, when you become a man, why would it last any longer? - this should not be this much to your liking but you can't deny it. The classy German Alpha Male taking your life into his hands makes your nethers tingle and spread a warmth all through your body.

“Shall we?”

She shakes you out of your musings,

“Of course…”

You grab your purse and leave your desk, walking out by the German’s side.

“No need to worry about time, the negotiation went well, including the condition that we have as much time with you today as we require!”

She smiles as you blush. Again you feel more like office supply at the Germans’ disposal, but you can’t bring yourself to say that you mind.

She opens the passenger door for you, apparently she’s playing the apt of the man at this dater for the time being and you get in smiling.

The car is of course one of your host's production – not the absolute luxury class as you would expect for their own CEO, but still one of the high class models, luscious and illustrious while at the same time very practical and user friendly. You don't sink into the seats, the make you feel honoured to sit in them, somehow, as the sat-nav starts giving commands in a very pleasant female German voice.

You look at her during the ride. She's pretty – her conservative outfit with the tightly tied hair, light make-up and and her business make her look strict but don’t hide hide a very pleasant appearance. You wouldn't mind getting to know her and her colleagues as much as her boss.

You enter the underground garage of a very fancy hotel – she doesn't use the valet service. Another thing Germans aren't used to, you figure. You follow her to the elevator that goes straight to the upper floor. You look at her. When you were invited to lunch at his hotel, you had expected the hotel restaurant, not his room. You smile insecurely. You guess you’re arguably beyond formalities like lunch dates after yesterday, but you still had expected the offer, whatever it may be, to be presented in a more tradional setting. You gulp – if this is more private you have to prepare for his non public persona. You straighten your back and take a breath as the elevator door opens and she walks you to the door.

You two hardly exchanged two words during the trip. No small talk, just professionalism

She doesn't know but opens the door with her key card. Lets you in, nods at you and closes the door behind you, leaving you alone in the room. You're surprised it IS a room, not a suite, if a big one, with a king size be and multiple couches.

And alone of course means with the man sitting on the bed. Naked. You maybe shouldn't be aroused to be thrown such a curveball, but of course you are. Efficiency again. Right down to business.

“Good day, Fräulein Lexi. I'm very glad you made it.”

“Danke für die Einladung, mein Herr. I’m honoured.”

He smiles as you thank him for the invitation.

“The pleasure’s all mine!”

He raises from the bed – for the first time you get a chance to see him more closely, he didn't give you much leisure for that yesterday. He's taller than you, a little chubby, but in the best places, your finely tuned new taste in men tells you. A Dad bod at its finest, well maintained for a man his age. You don’t admire and adore him for his body but for his attitude and tenure, but his body doesn't do any harm. His cock is still flaccid – you have no doubt it could be standing hard and erect if he wished to present it that way, but he seems – like a well tuned German machine. It'll turn on exactly when needed.

He firmly grabs your arms – no need for that, you're here to comply, but you won't complain. Not one bit. He pulls you towards him and kiss you firmly and passionately. Many people who don't know him would call it surprisingly passionately, but you won't be surprised by any deep emotion in him. Already your pussy us melting and you feel your knees get weak.

“Ausziehen!”, he commands, expecting you to remember the word from yesterday and you do. You peel of your clothes quickly and stand before him naked

“Auf die Knie!”

That one you don’t know. Your mind rushes. The direction his eyes went when he said it, the situation, the word ”Knie” sounds English, almost. You don't ask for a translation but take a guess and obey to the command you assume you got. His smile as you kneel in front of him and the way he pats your head confirms it. And makes you purr like a kitten for a second.

“Braves Mädchen. Your German seems to have improved in a day.”

“Danke, mein Herr.”

You put that command in a file in your mind as he corrects your posture. He spreads your legs and places your hands behind your head, pushing out your tits.

“This is the exact position I expect after this command. Understood?”

“Ja, mein Herr.”

“Gut.”

He stand above you.

“Now. As you may have expected I have a job offer to make to you. I am looking for a – Personal Assistant, as this modern world excepts me to call it. A secretary. Really. I had obviously intended to hire a nice German lady - plenty of qualified women, even in my own company, but stumbling over you… Let's just say I’d like to have you around me a lot more often, so – I make you a job offer.”

Of course you expected that, but hearing it said. And being in this position while doing so, makes you well all weird.

“You want me to work for you?"

“Ja.”

“In… in Germany?”

“Well. Commuting from here daily would be a little inconvenient, I assume!”

He chuckles and you can’t help but join.

“But I… I've never been abroad"

True, unfortunately, your male self was a lazy bugger.

“About time, then, don’t you think?”

“I don’t speak German….”

“Oh you're learning REALLY fast today, mein Fräulein, you already know the two most important words!”

He pats your had and you blush.

“ I don’t have a passport. Let a alone a visa or a work permit. I'd need that, wouldn't I?”

He chuckles.

“Arguably. But you’re not just a lowly migrant worker looking for a new job, you have a safe position in the management of one of the major companies in the world. We have contacts to your and our government, I have no doubt you have all papers ready by Monday if you agree and can move in to your new apartment in Stuttgart.

“Mo… Move in… on Monday…”

You gulp. You had expected this job offer but this is rushing at you like a train.

“I can say no, right?”

He laughs.

“I hope the position I made you take to perform this job interview in doesn't give you the impression I’m about to - how do you say it? Shanghai you? It's a regular job offer, I’m just letting you take this position so you know what’s expecting you. I treat my employees well, but I expect total obedience, discipline and loyalty. I don’t have to tell that your duties include the services you so expertly provided me with yesterday and many more in the same vein. You guessed that, right?”

He winks at you and you nod.

“Oh right, and you probably want to know the job naturally comes with 30 days of paid vacation, a Christmas bonus, and free full health insurance. I don’t usually have to say that as it’s normal in my country, but off course it isn't in yours, right?”

Your moth drops open.

“Before you say anything I should demonstrate you what I mean with 'obedience and discipline.' I cant expect you to make a decision before that.”

He sits down on his bed and you feel him pull you up and over his lap. You're shocked and let out a high pitched scream as his hand lands on your butt cheek firmly with a hard slap.

“Obviously you have to expect this less the more or a good worker bee you are for me, Fräulein Lexi, but don't expect to get around it completely. Sooner or later…”

SMACK

“..everyone working under me needs a firm hand to be put back in place.”

SMACK

“… and with such a marvellous ass…”

SMACK

“...I won’t lie, I might be tempted to discipline you more often…”

SMACK

His chuckles mix with your high pitched creams. You've never felt anything like, this before. Of course you watched spanking porn as a man, identifying yourself - obviously, of course – with the spanker not the spanked. Or so you always told yourself. Definitely!

This is your fist time in an real OTK situation - and you're the one OTK. It came as a surprise, he didn't give you any time to resist, refuse or react and his firm German hand smacks your perfect ass cheek like there's no tomorrow. It stings like hell of course, and you feel the tears in your eyes as you sob in distress – but you also feel your pussy getting just as wet as your eyes. You hate this. Deeply. But you can't stop your body from loving it. Your sobs tun into moans quite fast – you still feel tears running down your face but they might as well be happy tears. Your whole body turns as warm as your ass and your pussy tingles like crazy. You wiggle your ass on his lap and feel his cock pressing against you, hard as rock now. And it doesn’t take you long - really surprisingly not long - until your pussy gives in and sends a wave of pleasure all through your body that peaks in an orgasmic wave. You barley notice that your wiggling on his rock hard cock is doing its job on him too – a quirt of his hot cum splashes against your belly as you convulse on him...

Your hands grip the bed cover to stead you - unnecessarily, he holds you tight and firm in his strong Teutonic hands.

“Another orgasm from submitting to me rather than actual stimulation… I feel flattered, mein Fräulein.”

He pats your damp pussy and makes you shiver ecstatically.

“You sure have the right attitude regrading submission to work under me. If you choose to. What shall it be? Are your ready for this?”

He keeps patting your pussy… you on his lap, his hand on your dripping sanctum, his cum drying on your belly, your ass burning from him spanking you like a little girl. The shivers of orgasm still wrecking your brain. Is he seriously expecting an answer to his job offer - right now?

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[Lock In Event – this choice determines the ending of the Receptionist ark. Should you pursue this careerer path, the Receptionist Ark will be your only plot line on Friday and determine your fate should you not urn back into a man on Sunday.

If you’re following one of the the modelling and/or strip club threads, you will get a final chance in each to those to overrule your daytime decision to lock in an event from your night time side hustles as your final destination.

(There will be skipable events on the weekend before you face the old woman again, giving you a chance to change your score some more, but they will not affect the potential endings determined by your choices today.)

Note: It is not required to chose any career or side hustle path to come to an ending. Should you refuse all choices offered to you today, you’ll be transferred to your old cubicle job on Friday and face your fate from that point, keeping the experiences and points you’ve made.]