Hanna gets relief

The top floor was much quieter than the one below it. As a junior partner, Hanna had a pretty nice office. But she had to share the floor with a number of associates and interns, making it a chaotic place at the best of time. Up here was just the senior partners and their secretaries. It would surprised absolutely nobody in finance to learn that all the senior partners were male, and all the secretaries were female.

Hanna made her way towards Richard's office, stopping at the doors to talk to his secretary. While most offices had glass doors, like Hanna's own, Richard had beautiful solid wood blocking him off from the rest of the company. Hanna glanced down at the woman, noticing she was wearing a skirt that easily complied with Hanna's new rule and her shirt didn't comply with the dress code here, or in any professional workplace. Maybe if she did up the other buttons, but still. It was utterly shameless, which is exactly why Richard had hired her.

"Is he available?" Hanna asked.

The woman smiled, "Let me check," She typed something on her computer and waited. There was a ping as she received a response from her messenger app, "He's got 5 minutes."

"Thank you." Hanna opened the doors and walked inside.

Richard Sullivan wasn't just the managing partner, he was a founding partner. At 71 and with more money than he knew what to do with he could have retired at any moment, but Hanna was pretty sure Richard would be here until the day he died. He was in great shape, for his age at least, and had a powerful commanding presence. He was old school, which might explain why his secretary wore a microskirt even before Hanna changed things up. And that's why Hanna had come here, to test her new dress code on him.

"Yes? You wanted to see me?" He asked, not even bothering to look up from his screen.

"Yes sir, I-"

At the sound of her voice he did turn. Perhaps he'd been expected a man, and her voice threw him off. His eyes met hers briefly, then he saw her look her up and down, "Ah yes...the newest junior partner. Heather...Holly...umm..."

"Hanna sir."

"Hanna, of course," He looked down at her skirt, "I know it's a new rule but I really think the partners should set an example, don't you?"

"Yes sir." Hanna agreed.

"Well, then you know what to do." Richard stood up and walked around his desk. Hanna nodded and walked over, placing her hands on top of his desk and sticking out her bum. He stopped behind her, "Since this is your first infraction, I'll go easy on you. 5 should do it."

Hanna felt a shiver of excitement. This was exactly why she'd come here. Richard had been harassing women since before she'd been born. He was definately going to punish her now.

He brought his hand down suddenly, without warning, and she gasped. He gave her no time to recover as he hit her again, and again...When he brought his hand down the 5th time she couldn't hold back her yelp.

"Now now, none of that. Next time I expect you to stay silent. Or rather, there won't be a next time, will there?" Richard asked.

"No sir."

"Whatever you came here for, this has taken up all my free time. Take it up with Michael and he'll bring it to my attention if necessary."

"Of course, yes sir." Hanna bowed her head, then hurried out of the office. Of course she'd come exactly for that, but she had prepared an actual reason in case he asked. She'd have to remember to go see Michael and tell him about it. Or maybe...maybe she'd send an email.

Getting spanked by the tall, powerful, elderly gentleman was hot. Getting spanked by the fat, sweaty, creep that had been hitting on her for years...less so.

She headed back to her office, getting spanked two more times by associates for her trouble. Her butt was tender as she sat back down, though not so tender she struggled to do it. As much fun as that had been, she did have a lot of work to do. She wasn't ready to fully abandon this life for a rulebook-induced fantasy, so she hunkered down and got to work.

Her bra started to feel uncomfortable by noon, and a few hours later it got so bad she had to pull it off and throw it away. She was still fairly flat, but it was obvious that it wouldn't stay that way very long. Soon people would start to wonder if she'd had surgery, but considering she never took any time off and practically lived in the office they would feel strange just thinking that. Some of them would come to the correct conclusion, and while she was excited for others to figure it out on their own, she couldn't wait for that.

All day her symptoms had been getting worse. Dry lips and throat that couldn't be quenched with water, no matter how much she drank. Her stomach growled at her aggressively despite her usual lunch and between the pounding in her head and the dizziness it brought on she felt like she was drunk, or at least hungover. It would only get worse too, and she'd made sure she couldn't avoid it for long. Insomnia was a symptom too. If she didn't get cum, she wouldn't sleep.

It was 6 o'clock by the time she finally broke down. She couldn't hold out any longer. She had to do this, no matter what. She staggered to her feet and walked out of her office, scanning the rows of cubicles for someone she could use. Ned had already gone home, along with most of the staff. The only ones left were those so bad at their jobs they needed extra time to do what everyone else could do in a normal day and those like her, the ones who rose to the top on effort. The first group usually didn't last long. If she was embarrassed about what she was about to do, they'd be a good choice since they wouldn't be here much longer. Well, she was embarrassed, but that was kind of the point. She decided to target one of the latter group. Someone bold and confident. Someone who could put her in her place.

She walked over to a cubicle near the opposite wall and knocked on the wall. The man turned and immediately she saw his gaze go to her chest, before dropping to her skirt, before finally rising to meet her eyes. She hid her smile as best she could, she was sure she'd picked correctly.

"I'm very sorry ma'am but your skirt is too long. The rule says I have to spank you."

Ma'am? She hated being called ma'am. She should fix that. Soon. But first, she pretended to be upset and rolled her eyes, then placed her hands on the wall, "Go ahead then."

The man stood up and didn't hesitate as he brought his hand down on her bum hard enough to make her yelp. She blushed and whipped around. Not since Richard had any of these guys used that much ****.

"Sorry ma'am, I was taught going easy on people made them weak."

She smooth down her skirt and looked up at him, only now realizing just how tall he was. She'd never actually spoken to him before. He wasn't in her group so they didn't interact, though she heard from others that he had a reputation as a bull dog. Someone they could send to intimidate when necessary. Not that physical **** would ever be used in their world, but height...height still mattered.

She gulped and met his eyes, "I agree. Thank you. I'll be sure to dress appropriate tomorrow. You're Julian right? Under Malcom?"

"That's right," Julian said, "And you're Hanna Park, junior partner. How can I help you?"

"Well, there's no easy way to say this but...I have TITS." Hanna said as flatly as possible.

Julian smirked, "Well, yes..." His eyes dropped to her chest for just a moment, "But I'm not sure how..." He seemed to freeze, and then an understanding appeared on her face. It looks like his reputation wasn't for nothing. He was smart. He knew a junior partner wouldn't walk over and tell him she had boobs. That would be totally ridiculous. Her telling him she had a medical condition that required semen was equally ridiculous, but it made slightly more sense in this context.

"Yes. That." Hanna confirmed for him.

His smirked disappeared, "I'm very sorry. I don't know much about it but I hear there is no cure, just the symptoms eventually disappear as you age. And since there really is no reason for you to share your medical history with an associate not even working with you I have to assume you are here to ask for help treating your condition, am I right?"

Hanna hesitated, then nodded.

"Were I a different kind of man...you know this could count as sexual harassment, right?" Julian said with a straight face.

"I know," Hanna admitted, "But I have a feeling that given the choice between helping treat me or reporting me, you'll pick the former."

He put a hand under his chin, as if deep in thought. Finally he nodded, "Alright. I'll help you. But I'm a busy man. I'm trying to get this report done tonight, so I can't afford to take any breaks. So I'm going to go back to work, but I won't try to stop you if you crawl under my desk and do you thing."

Hanna gulped, then nodded. In seconds he was sitting back down, working on his report just as promised. Hanna looked around. It was quiet, but it wasn't empty. She wondered if anyone had seen her come over here. Well, it didn't matter now. She was so close, she couldn't wait any longer. As instructed she got down and crawled under his desk. He spread his knees apart, but made no other effort to accommodate her. She sat on her heels and stared forward. Her heart was pounding, was she really about to do this?

Tentatively she reached forward, touching his pants with her fingertips. He didn't even look down. Didn't acknowledge her at all. Slowly she lowered the zipper on his pants, creating a small opening where she noticed his cock straining against his boxers. She smiled to herself. He might pretend to be above it all, but here was undeniable proof he wanted this as much as she did. She moved faster now, finding the opening in his boxers and pulled his cock out of it. She felt a need burning within her as she stared at it. Even though she'd never done it before, her body seemed to know that right in front of her was the answer to her problems.

Still, she hesitated. She'd literally never done this before. She'd seen videos, but actually doing it herself...she touched it with her hand, felt the warmth of it. Slowly she brought her face closer, and closer, until she reached out her tongue and touched the very tip of it. It twitched, but Julian himself didn't react. Finally she could hold back no longer, she needed his cum, she needed to clear her mind. She moved forward, mouth open, until his penis passed her lips and entered her mouth.

She froze. She didn't know what to do next. She used her tongue to lick it, but otherwise stayed still.

Then she felt a powerful hand on the back of her head, just at the base of her ponytail. It pulled her closer, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth until she started to gag. Before she could, it pulled back, pulling her away from it. Then just as she caught her breath it pushed again.

"Back and forth. Like that." Julian said dismissively, finally letting go of her.

She tried to do it on her own. Bobbing up and down on his dick. She tried listening for feedback, was Julian getting close, was he even enjoying it? But all she could hear was the sound of him typing away until...

"Hey Julian," Hanna could hear a man standing just feet away. Her eyes darted over, but she could only make out two legs passed Julian's frame. She tried to pull back, to hide further under the desk, but Julian's hand caught her head and held her in place, "You went to McGill, didn't you? You know a Sandra O'Neil?"

Julian didn't let go of Hanna as he answered, "Sandra? Oh yeah. I remember her. Why? She's a blind date or something?"

The other man laughed, "No way. She's a total cow. But a smart cow apparently. She's founded a start-up and I think there's some potential there. Thought if you knew her it might be good to bring you along to the meeting."

She felt Julian's chuckle more than she heard it, "Oh. No. That's not a good idea. In fact, don't let her know that I work here or the deal will be off."

"What? Did you fuck her or something?" The other man asked.

"Not a chance..." Julian said, "I fucked her roommate. I won't get into details but I can tell you that Sandra does not think highly of me. You're better on your own...though a word of advice...bring a female associate with you. She's a bit of a feminazi if you know what I mean."

"Gotcha. Thanks Julian."

Hanna sighed in relief as she heard footsteps fading away. Then she gasped as Julian tugged her hair harshly. He didn't say anything, but it was evident he was getting impatient.

Hanna picked up her pace, hoping to get this over with soon. And then, with little warning, something warm and salty spurted into her mouth. Wave after wave of it and she did her best to swallow every drop. She'd been prepared for it to taste horrible, and while it wasn't as bad as she thought, it wasn't good either. She had to **** herself to take it, knowing that her symptoms should fade instantly if she did.

When he was finally done, she sat back on her heels and wiped her lips. His slowly deflating cock hung there right in front of her face. She went to crawl out, but his leg shot out and stopped her.

"Clean me up and put me away." Julian ordered.

Hanna bristled at the order. The part of her that was so used to being in charge was about to tell him off, but another part of her loved that he had the confidence to order her about. She found herself obeying the latter instinct, as she licked his dick clean, then tucked it away and zipped up his pants.

Julian's leg moved, and he said nothing to her as she crawled passed and stood up. She took a second to look around, ensuring nobody was watching, before she got ready to slip away.

"3/10," Julian said quietly, "If you want my help again, I'd be willing...but if you can't get above a 5/10, that's the last time I help you out."

Hanna stared at him for a second, not sure what to say in return. Julian never looked at her, just kept working on his report. Silently Hanna turned from him, and headed back to her office.

There she immediately sat down and pulled out the rulebook. Julian calling her ma'am had been so off-putting. She'd make sure it didn't happen again. In fact, she might as well make it retroactive so men didn't feel weird about addressing her casually. She decided to limit the effects to Frontenac Capital for now, but she didn't just single herself out.

Old Rule: Female employees are to be addressed by their first name or miss by other employees. Senior partners may also address female employees as girl, or by any non-respectful address they choose.

She tapped the pencil against the page. That was fine...but she was thinking about the other direction now. This time she made it a new rule, she didn't want to instantly feel ok about it.

New Rule: Female employees are to address men as Sir when speaking to them, or use the title Mr. when speaking about them to others.

There, now she'd be **** to call even Ned Sir. She shivered at the thought. It would be so humiliating. So deliciously humiliating.