She will be punished in the office.

Chloe mentally weighted the options she had been given. On the one hand, public punishment. She didn’t know what Mr. Greene intended, but it would happen in full view of her coworkers. These were the guys that shoved their dicks down her throat any chance they got. These were the guys that pushed their hands under her bra every chance they got. These were the guys that slapped her ass when she walked by, who ground against her in the elevator, and the rumor mill had it the office pool on who would fuck her first had now reached four digits.

And even though all this happened, they respected her. They asked her to proofread their reports. They welcomed her on their teams when such were assembled for projects, and not just for her cocksucking skills. She actually performed meaningful work here. Would that respect evaporate if they knew she forgot to adjust for god damn inflation? Would being reduced to a crying wreck, desperately begging for the whipping to stop, reduce her standing in the company?

She dared not risk it!

“I choose to be punished in here, mr. Greene.”

Mr. Greene circled around her, like a shark around prey. He stopped behind her, reached around, and put a finger in her bellybutton. The finger slowly moved upwards and traced a path from her flat belly to her round breasts. His hand cupped the fullness of her right tit and lifted it up.

“Ask me, Chloe.”

Her voice almost choked as she **** the words over her red lips: “Please sir, mr. Greene. Would you please punish me in the privacy of your office?”

His left hand moved in on the action as well. Standing behind this beautiful naked young women, pushing his crotch against her bare ass, holding her c-cup tits in his hands, it took all Mr. Greenes willpower to remain calm as he answered.

“Certainly, Chloe. Your punishment will take place in here, safe from prying eyes.”