The letter before noon

At noon, there is a knock at the door and Meghan pokes her head into the office. "Your letter is ready, sir," she says, her face a little flushed.

"I haven't seen the email of the letter," you say sternly.

"Oh! I'll send it now!" she squeaks, turning back to her desk.

"Wait!"

She stops and turns back, her hand still on the door.

"Come in and close the door."

Meghan gulps and does as you say.

"Remove your dress and stand by my desk."

"But sir! I got the letter finished!" she whines.

"I asked you to email me the letter so I could check it over. Instead, you walk in and tell me it's done. I think more punishment is needed, so you learn to listen."

Meghan sullenly removes her dress. She hadn't put her bra back on, so she was now naked except for her high heels.

"At least you do one thing right, Meghan."

"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed, as if it would help her avoid whatever you have in mind.

You turn your chair to face her. "Kneel at my feet."

Sheepishly, she hangs her head and follows your instruction.

You unzip your pants and pull out your thickening cock.

"But, sir, you can't do that!"

"I can and I will. Give me a blowjob, unless you want to get fired today. This is your punishment. I can see you like getting spanked too much to be an effective punishment."

Meghan looks lost and her shoulders slump, as she looks wide-eyed at your stiff prick. She frowns, but her pupils crowd out the color in her irises, indicating that she's turned on. She licks her lips, and her nipples are sharp points on her tits. Her skin is flushed, and you can smell her excitement. Though she says 'No', her body says 'Yes'. She looks up at you with a pained expression. You don't change your serious face. You nod at your cock.

"Suck it!"

Meghan leaned in and reached for your prick. Her tentative hand felt good as she lightly grasped your shaft. She leaned in and licked the head, slowly, like it was a lollipop.

"That's better." She looks up at you and licks faster. A moan escapes her lips as she shudders. Her hand slides up and down, using her saliva as lube.

"Now suck it! Take that head in your mouth and suck!"

"Please don't make me do this! You can't make me give you a blowjob."

You reach forward and pinch a nipple, then twist it cruelly.

"Ouch!" she squeals, but then she takes the head in her mouth and sucks it, her tongue lapping at the underside. She's pretty good once she gets going, and, with some encouragement from your hands on her head, she's soon taking most of your length in each stroke up and down.

"Now, that's better, Meghan! Fondle my balls with the other hand," you say, hoping she gets better at taking instructions. She reaches out and takes your balls gently and manipulates them in her hand. You moan. Then you lean forward a bit and caress her breasts hanging from her chest. Meghan moans into your cock, which sends a signal flare up your spine, and you thrust up from the chair, pushing most of your length down her throat. She gags a little, but keeps going. You pinch her nipples as you grope her, and her moans turn to squeals and her body quivers. Your balls are tingling, very close.

You don't warn her as you spout inside her mouth, making her gag and cough. You growl as you come down her throat. She pulls off you, but keeps jerking you with her hand. You spray her bare tits with a few bursts as she catches her breath. You relax a bit as your climax ends.

"Oh, that felt good, Meghan. Good job!" She pants with a rosy glow to her face and upper chest. Her nipples are fat erasers capping her lovely breasts, two streams of cum dribble down and pool on her thighs. She definitely came. This girl seems born to be humiliated, since she seems to come so easily from it.

"You can't do that, sir!" she cries.

"I can and I did, and it would seem that you enjoyed it as well."

She scowls at you, but doesn't deny it.

You hand her a tissue and she wipes your seed from her body.

"Tell me what you just learned."

She hangs her head sheepishly and says, "Follow your instructions precisely. I may be punished at any time."

"Excellent! You really are learning. Now, get your clothes, and go send me the letter in email. I'll look it over and send it back to you with corrections. Do you know Word enough to review changes?"

"No, sir."

"Well, look it up in the Help document."

Meghan stands and grabs her dress, throwing it over her head. You smile as she turns toward the door, her boobs jiggling inside the dress. She seems to have an extra swing to her hips as she walks out. You wonder if she's smiling.