Submissive women

“...submissive women. Isn’t that right, Katelyn?”

Katelyn keeps her head down looking at her hands in her lap, “Yes, Ms. Stanley.”

Deborah smiles at the girl but puts on a serious face when looking at you, "After learning this tasty bit of information about our poorly performing intern I made her a deal. In an effort to teach her some discipline I told her she could become my pet for as long as it takes you, John, to work off your debt to the company. Essentially, her fate is in your hands.”

You look sideways at Katelyn who’s glaring at you from underneath the red hair hiding half of her face.

"In exchange, I've promised to take her internship from Tony and write her not only a glowing internship review but also find her a suitable position in the industry. Wasn't that generous of me, Katelyn?"

She shuffles her feet, "Yes, Ms. Stanley."

"Of course, the other option was having this file on my desk sent to her adviser with a letter requesting she be expelled from school for her actions at this company," Deborah purses her lips and stands up and walks over behind Katelyn. “Now both of you kneel.”

Katelyn climbs down from her seat and kneels at Deborah’s feet. You shake your head defiantly and push the panties out of your mouth. “This is absurd,” you say, “You can’t make me responsible for her, too.”

Deborah walks over to her computer monitor and turns it toward you. The screen is open to a draft email to Katelyn’s adviser at the University. You scan what’s written and it is indeed a letter asking for the intern to be expelled for violating the University’s Code of Conduct. Attached are all of the logs showing Katelyn’s **** of company time. “You became responsible for her when you decided the best choice was to involve her instead of sitting in your office like a good perv and jerking off into those panties. You didn’t leave me with much choice in the matter.”

She moves the mouse so the arrow is over the send button. “You can either get on your knees or I’ll send this email to her Professor.” She taps on your file folder, “but even if she’s out of the picture you’re still thick in the woods.”

Katelyn, on her knees, looks up at you. New tears have started to well up in her eyes. “Please, don’t make her send that email. I’ve already promised her that I’ll do whatever she asks.”

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