Lock it up

“The only way this is going to work is if I know you physically can’t harass us like this again.” You worry about what she means by that, but when she tells you to sit there and don’t move, you obey. She leaves the room briefly, only to come back in with a white purse.

“Stand here and bend over the desk!” She command, and you fearfully obey, circling around the desk and leaning on it with both hands. She abruptly lowers your pants, including your underwear down around your ankles. “My, fir such a disgusting thing it sure is small. Maybe you perv because no woman would want a boy with such a tiny dick!”

She cruelly laughs, and you simply blush and take the humiliation.

“But now no one will have to worry about this for a long time...” she says forebodingly as she places something on it. It takes a few moments for her to wrangle all the pieces into place, but once she’s done she gives a light slap to your balls, causing you to flinch and whimper before she explains your new situation.

“There, all locked up.” You look down, seeing a very small pink cage in comparing your dick, before looking to her dangling the key. “Now I know you won’t be a bad boy and play with yourself at work. Still... while this will mean you won’t do it again, I think we need to do something to make up for you perving in the first place!”