Show Her Who’s Boss

“Maria,” you began to say “I have been appointed to Director of Operations by Captain America himself. You answer to me and me alone. Any order I give you will follow. Any questions I have you will answer truthfully. Anything I do is for the benefit of the humanity so you will not lie or hide anything from me.”

Satisfied you put away your phone and found that, unlike a certain man on vacation, you were not affected by the Command. Meaning instead of becoming the Director of Operations for the New Avengers you are still a simple IT Tech working in a cubicle. A fact that you were quite grateful for as the title of Director is not exactly a position you would ever want.

Still you have a “Commander” to see as you could see as you continued to make your way towards her office, ignoring the various employees going about their business.

Passing them all without a second thought you noted that the “Commander’s” office windows had switched to Privacy Mode. This means blacked out windows, soundproof walls, and sadly locked doors that you could not bypass event with the Control App.

Sighing you were left with one choice as you pulled your phone out and simply ordered her to unlock the doors. Not the best command, as it meant Maria would be able to dress herself, but you weren’t left with much of a choice given the situation.

Hearing the gentle buzz of the door unlock you moved towards the reinforced entry and pushed it open without a second thought.

Given what was on the other side perhaps you should have taken a moment to get your bearings as you honestly expected to see Maria Hill fully dressed and sitting behind her desk. You never expected to find the Commander staring out the window partially dressed.

The look of shock was clear on her face as despite being ordered to unlock her door she obviously didn’t realize that you would be coming in, or rather not so soon. A mistake that evidently embarrassed the Commander as she moved to cover her open shirt in a pitiful attempt at maintaining her decency.

An act that loosened her skirt apparently as you could clearly see the band of her panties. Not that you mind of course, closing the door behind you and did your best Captain America Impression.

“I already saw everything Commander.” You said in a gruff tone you normally reserve to subordinates that messed up. “Stand at attention Commander I will not have my subordinates acting like a teenager girl who just went through puberty.”

Decades of training and muscle memory kicked in as Maria did away with the embarrassed woman before you and quickly transformed into the “Commander” who once led an entire Agency of spies.

Her body, straight as an arrow while her arms quickly fell to her waist with little attempt to cover her unbuttoned dress shirt. An act that actually caused her bra covered breasts to stick out while constant training left her body little in way of body fat.

Clicking her heels together you almost smiled as your simple order sent Maria’s skirt down to her knees and granted you a wonderful view of her toned body just barely concealed behind what amounts to lingerie.

‘Not exactly the clothes of a spy,’ you thought to yourself upon further examination.

Taking note of Maria’s current state of undress an idea formed in your mind while you circled around the Commander like a predator.

“I’m disappointed in you Maria. Do you know why?” You asked.

Shaking her head in response Maria never once turned her head or moved a muscle out of place as she replied “No Sir.”

Feeling your member beginning to stir at the mention of “Sir” your eyes began focusing on her panty clad ass and noticed the dark fabric clinging to her skin like glue.

Seeing an opportunity you replied “SHIELD might be gone Maria but that doesn’t mean you can relax.”

Smacking her panty covered ass Maria let out a shocking gasp that would have no doubt resulted in an immediate ass kicking in any other situation.

Thankfully you were quick on the draw and quickly shouted “Don’t even think about moving,” before Maria could even twitch.

Circling around in order to face the Commander once again you looked at her surprisingly perfect skin and explained the situation as it were.

“Commander Hill you would never be caught dead in this state when you were with SHIELD. The Avengers have made you soft.” You explained before slipping your hands underneath her bra for a solid feel of a rather impressive pair of breasts. Her nipples practically erect against your menstruations as you continued to explain, “As such it is clear you want to be treated like a common whore. So that will be your punishment.”

Pulling her nipples hard you could hear Maria’s groans of pain and pleasure as you freed your hands and pointed towards the front of her desk.

“Come here and put your hands against the top of the desk.” You ordered, your tone angry as Maria massaged her breasts and asked “Sir is this really necessary?”

Nodding you looked at her shockingly blue eyes and answered “Yes, now follow my orders you filthy girl.”

Shame washed over Maria’s face as she reached down to lift up her skirt when you shouted “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Surprised and confused Maria answered “Pulling up my skirt Sir.”

Snarling your response had the sound of disgust written all over it, “I don’t recall giving you that orders to fix your pretty little outfit Commander. I ordered you to put your hands on the table now DO IT!”

Admittedly you have no idea what came over you as you watched the proud Maria Hill being **** to shuffle towards you exposed while the skirt served to hinder Maria’s movements just enough that she needed to take smaller steps or risk falling to the ground.

“If you were properly restrained Commander you would never be able to escape at this rate.” You spoke in a manner that reminded Maria of her Instructors in the Academy.

Evidently this was enough for Maria to move just a little faster as you timed the length it took for our embarrassed spy to cross six feet of ground.

An admittedly long time in both your eyes and yet you couldn’t help but stare at how her breasts seem to shake with every step she took. Those perfect 32B orbs just barely contained in that sexy purple number were a sight to behold as you couldn’t believe you held Maria Hill’s breasts in your hands mere moments ago.

Sadly, as all things must, her slow maneuver to the front of her desk and placed her hands on top as ordered. The neatly organized workspace lacked any sprawling paperwork, cups of coffee, or even pictures to connect Ms. Hill to her home life.

It would be sad if you weren’t about to have fun with poor Ms. Hill as you placed your foot between her feet and kicked them to the side, forcing her legs to spread as you continued to humiliate your boss.

“You are now Dirt. You are no longer Maria Hill or Commander or anyone is that understood?” You asked, your head practically inches from her own.

“Yes Sir.” She replied as you shouted “WHAT ARE YOU?”

“DIRT SIR!” She shouted in response like a good soldier would and you loved every moment of it.

“Good,” you said with your best Palpatine voice “Now you took thirty-seven seconds to reach the desk. Dirt” You reported in disgust “This is unacceptable for even a toddler. So now I’ll give you a choice: you can receive thirty-seven spanks from me or you will run the length of the perimeter for thirty-seven minutes naked.”

You couldn’t see Maria’s face but you knew she was shocked as you asked “What will it be Dirt?”