Will you comply

The office was quieter than usual when they returned, but Tammy could still feel every stare crawling over her body. The corset gripped her ribs so tightly she could hardly draw a full breath. The half-cut bra pushed her tits forward, nipples hard under the thin fabric of her blouse, the new skirt had a split that was dangerously high and the suspenders rubbed the tops of her thighs with every step. Sitting back down at her desk felt impossible, so when John crooked a finger and said, “My office,” she obeyed instantly.

He shut the door behind them. No warmth in his face, no small talk. Just that hard, cold stare.

“From this point forward,” John said flatly, “you’re mine to do with as I see fit. That’s your role now. Understand?”

Tammy’s mouth opened, a protest spilling out. “You can’t just—”

“Yes, I can.” His voice cut like a blade. He tapped his computer mouse, the screen flashing to life. One click, and there it was. The image. Tammy, naked from the waist down, blouse hanging open, her hand wrapped around his cock, lips locked on his. Then another click—her bare tits pressed against the window glass at home, clamps biting her nipples, body lit up for the street to see.

Her stomach lurched. Her skin went cold.

“What would Graham think?” John asked, his tone cruelly calm.

Her lips pressed together, trembling. She couldn’t look away from the screen. Her husband’s face burned in her mind—shock, disgust, heartbreak. She wanted to scream, to deny it all, but her thighs pressed together, betraying her. The shame fed the heat in her gut until it hurt.

John turned from the screen and fixed her with those cold eyes. “Tell me, Tammy. What are your abilities?”

She blinked. “Abilities?”

“Sexual.” He said it like he was asking about spreadsheets. “Oral. Vaginal. Anal. How skilled are you?”

Her jaw dropped. Her face went scarlet. “You—you can’t just—”

“Answer.”

Her pussy clenched traitorously. The word oral echoed in her ears, images of her on her knees filling her head. She stammered, “I—I don’t know, I’ve only ever—”

John didn’t let her finish. He stepped forward, voice low. “You’ll have to demonstrate them all. Soon. You’ll be entertaining clients.”

Her stomach dropped through the floor. She shook her head violently. “No. No, I won’t. I can’t.”

“Won’t?” His lips curled into the faintest sneer. “Raise your skirt. Bend over the desk.”

Her chest heaved. She shook her head again, but her feet were already moving, her hands lifting the hem of her skirt. She pressed her palms flat to the desk, trembling, the wood cool under her skin.

“Panties down.”

Her breath caught. Slowly, with shaking hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and dragged the thin fabric down over her thighs, letting them fall around her knees. Her ass was bare, pale and trembling under the harsh office light.

John opened a drawer and pulled out a leather paddle. Dark brown, solid, polished smooth from use. Tammy’s knees buckled at the sight of it.

“This will continue,” John said evenly, “until you learn to comply. Ten strokes. You answer after each. Clear?”

Her mouth was dry as dust. She managed a tiny nod.

The paddle cracked across her bare ass with a **** that made her yelp. Fire exploded across her skin, the sting sinking deep.

“Will you comply?” John asked.

Her jaw clenched. “No.”

The paddle came down again, harder. A sharp crack echoed in the office. Her ass burned, the pain making her eyes water.

“Will you comply?”

“Fuck—no!” she gasped, gripping the desk edge so tight her knuckles went white.

The third blow made her whole body jolt. The fourth had her biting back a cry. By the fifth, tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Will you comply?”

Her pride cracked with her voice. “Yes!” she choked.

The paddle paused. Then another sharp crack across her ass.

“Will you suck anyone I tell you to?” John’s voice was calm, measured, cutting.

Her lips quivered. “No.”

The paddle slammed down again. She sobbed, thighs clenching, the heat in her pussy soaking through her shame.

“Yes!” she cried.

Another blow. Her body rocked forward against the desk.

“Will you fuck anyone I tell you to?”

Her chest heaved. “No!”

The leather cracked across her ass again, so hard her knees nearly gave.

“Yes!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks.

The last stroke landed with brutal finality, her ass glowing red, the pain throbbing deep.

John set the paddle down on the desk, as calm as if he’d just stapled some papers. “Good girl.”

Tammy stayed bent over, sobbing, shaking, her ass on fire, her pussy dripping down her thighs. She didn’t know what hurt more, the burn of the spanking or the ache of arousal knotted so tight in her belly she could hardly stand it.

“Dress,” John ordered.

Her hands trembled as she pulled her panties back up over her swollen pussy, tugged her skirt back into place, wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her legs shook as she pulled herself upright.

“Return to your station.”

Her eyes were red, her lips swollen, her ass blazing with heat as she walked out of his office. She sat at her desk, shifting painfully on the chair, every nerve screaming. She tried to focus on her screen, to look normal, but every click of the keyboard made her pussy throb harder.

She didn’t know what burned more, the sting in her ass or the molten hunger pooling low in her gut.