The next day

The next morning at work, Meghan is sitting at her desk when you come in for the first time ever. You smile to yourself.

Her outfit for the day was a daring choice, a low-cut pink blouse that left very little to the imagination. The neckline plunged, revealing an enticing amount of cleavage and even harder nipples that seemed to demand attention. Paired with a tight, knee-length black skirt, her figure was accentuated in all the right places, leaving heads turning as she walked by. It was a bold and confident look, one that showed off her curves and stirred up heat in those around her

"Good morning, Sir!" she chirps.

You grin and say, "I trust you slept well last night."

"Hardly a wink, Sir," she replies with a blush that reaches her cleavage.

You walk past her but not before giving her a firm slap on her ass. "Good," you say, "Bring me some coffee. I have something for you to do for me."

"Yes, sir," she says and leaves the office.

In a few minutes, she returns with a cup two-thirds full of coffee. She manages to set it on your desk without spilling, but she knocks a pen and pad of Post-its off your desk.

"I'm sorry, sir," she says. They have landed a small distance from the desk, so she bends at the waist and picks them up, ass toward you. Her dress hem rises and you see that she has followed your instructions and is wearing no panties. The welts from yesterday are still bright pink. You smile. You slap that ass hard, making her shriek and stand straight up. You lift her skirt and see your handprint becoming bright red.

You look at her and see her quivering with her eyes shut, but she doesn't scream. She flushes down to her breasts. She lets out her breath. "Thank you, sir," she says in a higher-pitched voice than she usually uses. Her nipples make bumps in her dress, obviously turned on.

"Be more careful," you say, rubbing her ass. "A colleague of mine is going to teach you dictation. This is an important part of your training that you lack. She is going to have my permission to punish you in any way that she sees fit. She may or may not use similar methods."

Meghan's eyes go wide, and her flush gets darker red. You smell her arousal. She certainly gets turned on at the thought of punishment. Her nipples are now practically poking through the fabric of her dress, they are so hard. "Yes, sir. I will learn as best as I can."

"Go back to your desk. There is an introductory training video that I'd like you to watch in your email. Then I will call you when the trainer arrives."

"Yes, sir," she says before she leaves.

You love making her squirm, and maybe this training method will continue to show results.