Send her back to work

"Get up and get back to work, Meghan," you order, and she slowly pushes herself up off the desk, her breathing gradually slowing. She gives you a look of mingled shame and gratitude from under her lashes. She starts to tug her dress down but you stop her.

"Leave that alone. Take off your panties." She looks at you wide eyed, but rolls her scanty thong down her thighs and lets them drop, kicking them off her feet.

"Pick them up," you order. "Not with your hand, get down on your knees and pick them up with your mouth." She looks terrified, but watching your face every moment she slides to her knees and bends over to obey. She looks at you, her thong dangling from her mouth.

"Put them in my hand. I keeping them as a reminder of your behavior. From now on you are forbidden to wear panties in the office. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," she replies meekly, staring up at you.

"You can stand up and straighten your dress and get back to work."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." She keeps looking at you as she backs towards your door, as though expecting to be called back. As if hoping to be called back.