You know the perfect place

You lean close to her, touching her hip. "Come with me you filthy little slut," you whisper. She takes a deep shuddering breath and looks at you under her lashes, pouting her lips at you.

"Yes Mr. Chandler. Anything to please you sir." You smile at her and lead her to Jim Gavin's office. His secretary is away from her desk at the moment so you open his door and gesture Amanda in. She looks hesitant but complies, looking about nervously.

"This is Mr. Gavin's office."

"Full marks for your firm grasp of the bloody obvious Amanda. Mr. Gavin is busy right now, and he won't mind if I use his office." You walk across the spacious office and lean against the window ledge. Amanda smiles and starts to saunter across the office to you, biting her lip and swaying her hips.

"Have you forgotten your place, ****?" you say coldly, stopping her advance as she stares at you in shock. "Have you forgotten the lessons we began Thursday? Have you forgotten being paddled."

She quails a bit. "No sir, I'm sorry sir...I thought...I thought that was just playing...I thought..."

"Don't think, ****. You're not equipped for it. You're equipped for sucking and fucking and rutting and whoring. Now crawl over here and tell me what you're good for."

"Sir..."

"What did you call me, ****."

"I'm sorry...Master. Must I crawl, Master? My stockings might snag."

"Stand where you are ****," you snap and walk over to her. You stare in her face for a moment than slap her face with moderate ****. "You are an insolent ****. You are unworthy of being possessed by me." Her face crumples with dismay, more at your words than at the blow.

"No...no...Master, please," she whimpers, sinking to her knees. "I will crawl, Master. I was wrong to disobey you Master. Please allow me to crawl to you."

You walk back to the window ledge and lean against it, gesturing with you hand. She crawls towards you, biting her lip in supplication, her eyes wet and submissive. When she is at your feet, she starts to rise to her knees, her hands reaching for your pants.

"On your hands and knees, ****. You have not earned the privilege of my cock today."

"I'm sorry Master. What must I do?"

"Clean my shoe with your tongue."

She hesitates for a moment, the bends her head and licks your shoe, slowly lapping at the leather, looking up at you as she complies. "Will you make me your secretary Master?" she asks.

"I'll consider it." She keeps licking and looking up at you. She strokes your ankle with her fingers as she licks.

"Do you promise to consider it?"

"Pull up your skirt. Up over your ass." She immediately complies, her tongue never stopping its work on your shoe until you reach down and slap her ass with a resounding smack.

"I promise you nothing, ****. Nothing except punishment if you are not fully compliant."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master," she replies with a choked little sob as she continues to lick your shoe.

"What are you good for, ****? What are meant for? Tell me."

"Licking and sucking Master. Fucking and whoring. It's what I'm good for Master, it's what I want to be good at for you, Master. Every day Master."