The Choice of Punishment

Emma’s heart pounded as Lila led her out of Mr. Alexander’s cabin, the dildo still nestled inside her slick pussy, each step sending a jolt through her sensitive core. Her crotchless panties and tight miniskirt barely concealed her arousal, her figure-hugging top clinging to her braless breasts, her nipples hard and visible. Lila’s smirk was a constant reminder of her mistake—snapping at Mr. Alexander—and the punishment that awaited. The main office loomed ahead, the open-plan space where the rest of the team worked, and Emma’s stomach fluttered with a mix of dread and reckless desire.

The office was alive with the team—Sophia, Claire, Marcus, Ethan, and Julian—each turning to watch as Lila guided Emma to the center of the room. The air was thick with anticipation, their eyes raking over her exposed form, some smirking, others hungry. Lila stopped, her hand resting lightly on Emma’s shoulder, her voice cutting through the silence with sultry authority.

“Emma’s broken a rule,” Lila announced, her tone dripping with amusement. “She spoke out of turn to Mr. Alexander. Now, she needs to be punished. I want your suggestions—let’s make it… fitting.” Her smile was wicked, inviting the team to indulge in the office’s kinky culture.

Marcus leaned back in his chair, his roguish grin widening. “Have her crawl around the office on her hands and knees,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “She stops at each desk, kissing our shoes to show her place. Keeps that dildo in, of course.” The team chuckled, and Emma’s pussy clenched, the humiliation of the act sparking a shameful thrill.

Lila tilted her head, her eyes glinting. “Not bad, Marcus. Maybe add a leash—Sophia could lead her around, make it a proper parade.”

Sophia’s wild gaze met Emma’s, her lips curling. “I say we blindfold her and make her guess who’s touching her,” she purred. “Hands only, teasing her everywhere but her pussy. She gets it wrong, she has to beg for another round.” The suggestion was electric, and Emma’s nipples hardened further, her wetness trickling down her thigh.

“Interesting,” Lila mused. “We could make her guess by voice, too—whispered orders, see how well she listens under pressure.”

Claire, her icy blonde bob framing a sly smile, spoke next. “Put her in the break room, legs spread on the table, and make her read the rules aloud while we take turns teasing her with a vibrator,” she said, her voice cool but laced with heat. “She stops reading, we stop the vibe. Keeps her on edge.”

Lila nodded, her smirk widening. “I like it, Claire. Maybe she holds the vibe herself—tests her control while we watch.”

Ethan, usually quiet, leaned forward, his sharp gaze pinning Emma. “Make her strip and dance for us,” he said, his voice low. “Slow, seductive, right here in the middle. She picks the music, but we pick what she keeps on—maybe just those crotchless panties.”

Lila laughed softly. “Nice, Ethan. We could vote on her performance—low scores mean she does it again, naked.”

Julian, the last to speak, grinned boyishly but with a dark edge. “Have her write an apology to Mr. Alexander on her body,” he said. “Lipstick, marker, whatever—across her tits, her thighs. Then she presents it to us, posing for approval.”

“Creative,” Lila said, her eyes flicking to Emma’s flushed face. “We could make her read it aloud first, like a confession, before she shows it off.”

Emma stood there, her pussy throbbing around the dildo, her body burning under the team’s suggestions. Each idea was a new layer of exposure, submission, and arousal, the office’s culture laid bare. Lila turned to her, her smile both teasing and commanding. “Well, Emma,” she purred, “which punishment do you choose? Or do you have something else in mind?”

Emma’s breath hitched, her mind racing. The suggestions were intoxicating, but her loyalty was to Mr. Alexander, the man who’d promised to break her in. She squared her shoulders, her voice steady despite the heat coursing through her. “I’m fine with any punishment Mr. Alexander chooses,” she said, her tone bold, laced with devotion. “He’s the one I answer to.”

A soft chuckle sounded behind her, and Emma’s heart lurched. She turned, her eyes widening as she saw Gabriel standing there, his tailored suit impeccable, his gray eyes locked on her with a mix of amusement and intensity. He’d been there—how long?—his presence a silent command that made her pussy clench, the dildo shifting inside her.