Blurt out a confession

"I did it!" you exclaim. A thrill of realization races from your hot, cream-crammed cunt to your hammering heart. You have probably just sealed the fate of your job at Perry Packaging. A cruel smile spreads across Donna Valentine's face.

"Well," she says, shuffling papers on her desk. "Why don't you come around to this side of the desk and tell me exactly what you did."

There is a part of you screaming to bolt out of the office, but another, newly awakened part of you wants this. You want her to know. You want to expose yourself to her and be punished for what you have done. By the stern look on her face as you come around to her side of the desk you feel as if you've unexpectedly found a kindred spirit. She swivels her chair so that her knees are facing you and you stand before her like a child in the principal's office, head down, hands folded in front of you. She takes your hands and unwinds your fingers, pulling your fists down to your sides.

"Miss Chase," she says. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened. From the beginning. Then I will decide what action must be taken."

"I, um, well..."

"Speak up!"

"I was flirting with Ted from sales at the coffee machine and he wanted to meet in the bathroom to, um, to have fun."

"You seduced him," says Donna, "into an inappropriate meeting in the bath-room. Throwing your sexy body around the office, wearing short skirts and low cut tops like that, I'm not surprised. Don't think I haven't noticed you tramping around the office. This is exactly what you were looking for, wasn't it, Miss Chase?"

"No, I-"

"Admit it!" She slaps her palm down on her desk for emphasis.

"Yes," you confess. "At first I just wanted attention. But then I wanted more."

"You wanted to be fucked," says Donna. "Say it."

"I wanted to be fucked," you mumble.

"Louder!" Donna gets to her feet. She's actually a little shorter than you, but the angry authority fuming from her makes her seem twice as tall.

"I wanted to be fucked," you say with more force.

She touches you on the shoulder and asks, more softly, "And did you get what you wanted, Miss Chase?"

"Yes," you say.

Donna leans into you, pressing her nose against your cheek and inhaling your scent deeply. "I can smell the sex on you. Was it good?"

"Yes," you reply meekly.

Donna walks around you in a circle. As she does she trails her hand to your waist and teases her fingers - very lightly - across your ass. When she comes around to your front again she looks you in the eye.