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Over the Bosses KneeAt one point a friend of mine helped get me a good job. I’m a pretty good typist, I can handle organization and filing with few problems and, since I’d been dressing in public for a while, she assured me that I could at least dress in moderation. For me that meant tasteful blouses and slacks, decent shoes – very moderate heels or flats.I’d be working directly for the ‘boss’ so I’d have my own small office.The interview went well and soon I found myself being interviewed by the man himself. It was a short one and I couldn’t help noticing that his eyes were all over me…I played to that. I’d worn a nice blouse and slacks that accented my ass which was always my best asset. I’d kept makeup as tasteful as possible and pulled my medium-length hair back. I got the job.On the way out of his office I put on a little extra ‘wiggle’.The first few weeks went well but I was being watched a lot. I was careful to do my work well and have things done on time. I can be an airhead at times, which always seemed to screw things up. This was the 70’s; a lot of things were overlooked, like workplace sexual harassment. As the boss became more ‘familiar’ with me this began to happen quite a bit. As I allowed it to happen it became more casual with him. Little touches became lingering ones, sexual innuendos became more frequent. There were quite a few times that he had a reason to be in my office or I found myself in his – just the 2 of us, with the door closed. He wasn’t a bad looking older guy, I’m a slut so I didn’t mind any of it. I encouraged most of it then allowed things to happen. The casual touches became more lingering, the occasional little ‘stroke’ became more frequent and the occasional pat on the bottom became less rare. I dressed to encourage him.My slacks became tighter (in all the right places), I had my hair done more often and I took more care in my appearance. Secure in my position, and his interest, I allowed my quality of work to go downhill a little. As it slipped more I was told about it, a minor reprimand, which I shrugged-off. There were a few more little mistakes, I was reminded to get back on track then…a major fuck-up that never should have happened. I was being stupid. That got me a pretty good talking-to in the privacy of his office one afternoon.I straightened up for a few months then screwed-up all over again. I won’t go into all of the details but, I’d screwed-up a major piece of correspondence by not paying attention to details and it had gone out. That fuck-up got me summoned to his office for a talking-to…a long one!You’ve seen the videos about things like this (and one movie) it happened to me on 2 jobs. This was the first one.At the end of the lecture he said, “If this canlı bahis continues or, happens again, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to fire you!”I blurted out, “Please no, I’ll do anything to keep my job, anything!”There was a very heavy silence in the room as he simply looked at me for a few minutes. I was serious and he was thinking about it; thinking hard.“Okay, if that’s the way you feel, see me here after work tomorrow. I’ll think about how to handle this problem.” I’d opened a door that I might regret. I realized that I wanted to keep the job and how bad could it be? After dinner I made myself look pretty good and visited my favorite adult bookstore, there was nothing like cocks to take my mind off of what was probably going to happen tomorrow. I came home looking a total mess. I had a belly-full of cum and was leaking enough to soak the skimpy panties I was wearing.The next day dragged on forever; as quitting time approached my stomach was a mass of very excited butterflies. Once most of the staff were gone I went to pee then presented myself to the boss. Once he’d checked the office outside he returned and locked the door. His desk was almost bare (that was unusual for him). I watched as he unplugged the phone, removed his jacket then, stood over me rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. I became very nervous; sort of tingling all over as I watched in silence.When he’d finished he asked, “I take it you were serious about what you said yesterday…you will do ‘anything’ to keep your job?” Squirming in my seat I mumbled a quick “Yes” that sort of croaked out. He leaned back against the desk and gave me a short lecture. By the time it was over I was doing more than squirming…he had a growing bulge in his slacks. He then walked around the desk, got a tube of KY out of the one drawer and placed it on the top of the desk before coming back around and telling me to stand up. As I obeyed him he slid the armless chair back, sat down and told me to step closer. When I did he reached around behind me, unbuttoned my slacks then unzipped them. Once he’d slipped them down to my knees he hooked the waistband of my very brief panties with a few fingers and pulled them down too. Semi-nude and shaking, I waited; I didn’t have to wait long.I didn’t resist as he helped me lay over his lap, adjusted my position a little then caressed my backside lightly. A few little pats later he said, “It’s a shame, you have a very cute bottom…it’s about to become very sore.” That was an understatement! He went on to explain that, although he wasn’t going to be nasty about it, he did intend to get my attention and, possibly, change my work habits. I clung to the rung between the legs of the chair and waited.Seconds later my bahis siteleri bottom exploded in pain, real pain, burning stinging pain!He didn’t spank fast but he spanked hard; he made every one count! Beginning at the very bottom of my one cheek he spanked up then crossed over and spanked his way down the other. The pain ran up my spine and exploded in my brain! As I saw spots he kept up the constant pace of the spanking. I fought for breath while yelping, gasping and moaning…not to mention wiggling around and bouncing on his lap! As the spanking continued my ass felt like it was wrapped in fire, like I’d sat down on a hot griddle! He didn’t slow down or let up; he knew how to spank!As the pain increased (not to mention the lingering and building of it) I started to lose all control of my emotions. My ‘yelping’ turned to an agonizing stream of howling, I was kicking my legs, my nose started to run and I was drooling into the carpet…tears welled-up then overflowed…I was simply bawling! Bawling like hell! It didn’t matter, the spanking continued without a letup, if anything it became worse – a lot worse. Spots exploded in my eyes, I bawled like hell in a total release of emotions as he spanked away covering my entire backside and the upper part of my thighs. I slumped, relaxed as much as possible and just took it until he finally stopped.Following a small amount of rubbing I was told to get up. I needed help to do that; it wasn’t just the pain wrapping my backside, I’d partly kicked-off my slacks and the panties had slipped down around my ankles. I felt hobbled and my legs were shaking like hell; my knees just wouldn’t support me. As I stood there trying to calm down, trying to stand up at least, I was given some tissues. Between rubbing and clutching my burning backside I tried to blow my nose and wipe some of the tears still pouring down my face. It hurt to stand and it hurt to clench my roasted cheeks, everything was on fire. It wasn’t over. My arm was grabbed and I was helped to the desk…I shuffled along with my slacks dragging behind me.I didn’t have to be told what was coming next; I knew what to do. It would be painful.When the front of my thighs contacted the desk I bent over without being told to. As I reached out to grab the other side my backside was given 3 or 4 additional good hard smacks. Feet together, I simply closed my eyes and waited; I didn’t have long to wait. Very quickly a finger was jammed into my rectum, there was more lube then it was jammed in again good and hard, worked around then pulled out. Following this there was some pressure back there, a sharp pain as I got stretched and then the full feeling of total penetration…more pain as he slammed against my sore backside! Not güvenilir bahis only did it hurt like hell but I felt the onset of cramps; pretty bad ones. As I fought my way around them he withdrew and slammed into me again, even harder! As he slammed against me good and hard my feet were leaving the carpet as he hit bottom deep inside. My bowels were twisted with the cramps and my backside exploded with pain at the end of every thrust!“Anything” Then a voice choked with passion said from behind me, “This is the ‘anything’ you were willing to do…I’m about to give you a nice big load of cum for your extra pleasure…and your sore ass!” He slapped my ass god and hard, drove his cock in to the hilt one last time and pinned me solidly…painfully against the desk. I clung to the desk howling like hell while he groaned; pumping me full of cum! Once finished there was another good hard slap; I was told to pull my things up and go home.“I expect you to be on time tomorrow; 9 AM sharp.” he said.As quickly as I could, I pulled up my panties, struggled to get the slacks back up and hobbled out of his office. Walking was difficult to say the least. I not only had a very sore backside but, the cramps threatened to have my bowels explode at any second; my bladder was past full and everything was an emergency unless I got to a toilet as soon as possible! The first one was the ladies; I didn’t even think about it. I was inside in a flash, in a booth with everything down as quickly as possible and simply exploding into the toilet! The seat went from feeling nice and cool to the touch, to being very uncomfortable real fast. It seemed to take forever to empty my bladder; forcing myself to pee as hard as possible almost felt like an orgasm.Once things began to heat up again, back there, I got cleaned-up a little and lifted my sore throbbing backside off the seat. A quick glance in the mirror showed the worst; I was a mess! Red face, red eyes, smeared makeup and completely ruined hair. I used some paper towels to try and make the best of the makeup mess – it only made it worse. I had to return to my office for my purse then get the hell out of there. Some cold towels were waiting at home and my bottom was screaming for them! As I rushed out of my office I almost ran (hobbled) over my boss! There was a grab for my arm and he swung me around; in a flash he had his arms around me to pull me close, his one hand found a cheek to squeeze very hard as his lips found mine! There was a long wet kiss as the squeeze became harder. I gasped then squealed a little trying to twist away from the grip. It didn’t do much good. I kept squealing around the kiss as his other hand found another sore cheek to torture.When he lifted me it hurt like hell but he then asked, “Bobbie…can I drop you at home?” Facing a long bus ride in my condition I croaked a weak “Yes’ then followed him to his car. I was sore all over but, I still had a job and he had a pretty nice cock.

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