The Public Punishment

Emma stood naked in the center of Mr. Alexander’s cabin, her body thrumming with arousal, her bold declaration of readiness for punishment hanging between her and Gabriel. His gray eyes bored into hers, dark with intent, a predatory smile tugging at his lips. The air was thick with anticipation, her pussy slick and aching under his unrelenting gaze. She’d broken a rule, and the promise of punishment sent a reckless thrill through her.

“Bend over my desk,” Gabriel commanded, his voice a low growl that made her clit pulse. “Hands on the top, ass up.”

Emma’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, her heels clicking as she moved to his massive desk. She leaned forward, her palms pressing into the polished wood, her back arching to push her ass high. The position left her utterly exposed, her wet pussy glistening, **** to his scrutiny. Her heart pounded, arousal warring with the nervous thrill of what was to come.

Gabriel reached for the intercom, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving her. “Everyone, to my office. Now,” he said, his tone sharp and authoritative. Emma’s stomach lurched, a mix of shock and desire flooding her system. Everyone? Her pussy throbbed at the thought, the humiliation of being seen like this only intensifying her need.

The door opened, and the six other employees filed in—Lila, Sophia, Claire, Marcus, Ethan, and Julian. Their eyes widened, some smirking, others staring with undisguised hunger as they took in the sight: Emma, naked, bent over Mr. Alexander’s desk, her wet folds on display, her body trembling with anticipation. Lila’s sultry smile was knowing, Sophia’s wild glint returned, and Marcus’s roguish grin promised trouble. The air grew heavy, charged with the collective weight of their gazes.

Gabriel moved to his chair, sitting directly in front of Emma, his face inches from hers. His eyes locked onto hers, a silent claim that made her core clench. “Emma broke a rule,” he announced, his voice calm but resonant, addressing the room without looking away from her. “She failed to follow the dress code. The punishment is a spanking. Each of you gets two spanks—one per cheek.”

Emma’s breath caught, her pussy dripping as the reality sank in. Public punishment, at the hands of her colleagues, under Mr. Alexander’s watchful eye. She held his gaze, her lust and submission mirrored in his approving stare.

Lila went first, her heels clicking as she approached. Her hand grazed Emma’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh before delivering two sharp spanks, one on each cheek. The sting sent a jolt of heat through Emma, her clit throbbing. Sophia followed, her touch lingering, her fingers teasing the curve of Emma’s hip before her spanks landed, firm and deliberate. Claire’s spanks were precise, her icy demeanor betrayed by a smirk as she squeezed Emma’s ass first. Marcus was rougher, his large hands kneading her flesh before two loud smacks echoed in the room. Ethan’s touch was almost gentle, his spanks measured but accompanied by a low chuckle. Julian, last, let his fingers trail dangerously close to Emma’s wet folds, his spanks quick but stinging.

Each strike fueled Emma’s arousal, her pussy slicker with every touch, her moans barely suppressed. The humiliation, the exposure, the pain—it all blended into a heady rush, her body screaming for more under Gabriel’s unrelenting gaze.

“Leave,” Gabriel ordered, his voice cutting through the charged silence. The six filed out, their glances lingering on Emma’s trembling form, the door clicking shut behind them. The cabin was quiet again, just Emma and Gabriel, her body still bent over his desk, her ass red and stinging, her pussy aching with need.

“Get dressed,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his tone deceptively casual, but his eyes dark with intent.

Emma stood slowly, her body buzzing with desire. She reached for the bag, pulling out the sapphire-blue corset, garters, sheer panties, and black dress specified in the schedule. But she wasn’t done playing the game. She turned the act into another show, her movements a seductive dance for Gabriel’s benefit. She slid the corset on, cinching her waist, her fingers lingering on her breasts as she adjusted the sheer cups. The garters came next, snapped into place with deliberate slowness, her thighs parting slightly to tease him with a glimpse of her wetness. The panties followed, the sheer fabric clinging to her slick folds, and finally, she slipped into the dress, the tight fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. Every motion was a performance, her eyes locked on his, daring him to react.

Dressed, Emma didn’t return to her chair. Instead, she sauntered to his desk, leaning over it, her hands pressing into the wood, her ass arched slightly, mirroring her earlier position. Her voice was a sultry purr, thick with want. “Mr. Alexander, the others punished me,” she said, her eyes burning into his. “But I was hoping you’d be the one to do it. Will you?”

Gabriel’s smirk was pure sin, his gaze unwavering, a storm of desire and control brewing in his eyes. The air between them crackled, the weight of her bold request hanging heavy, the promise of what might come next electrifying the room. They stared at each other, the tension a living thing, ready to explode.