Clare awoke slowly in her bed to the sound of her alarm at eight o’clock from a disturbed sleep. She had been having the most horrible nightmare – horrible but also somehow strangely erotic. She was prancing around in the most outrageously revealing tight slutty clothes for work, and being molested, and even having sex with Mr Sanderson – and all under some strange compulsion she did not understand.

‘What a horrible dream,’ Clare thought as she came around and turned over in bed and reached to switch of the alarm. Then she saw where she had left them the small black stretchable mini skirt, white vest top and up lift bra at the side of her bed, where she had thrown them the night before after arriving home with a bottle of wine to drink herself silly and reflect on what had happened that day. ‘My god,’ she thought. ‘It was all real.’

Clare stared numbly at the clothes as confused now as when she had thought over and over last night what had happened and tried vainly to understand it. She repeatedly went over the day’s events, but could not comprehend or explain her unorthodox insanely out of character behaviour. Men to her had always been such an easy and pleasurable play thing to lead on and torment. She found that much more enjoyable and fulfilling than even any thought of actual sex with them.

She had only come close to having sex once before yesterday with her second boyfriend, Joe Dency, two years ago. It happened whilst they were in her bedroom at her parents’ home. She had only let him get as far as that so she could stop him just before he was ready to enter her and threaten him with screaming to her parents and a rape charge if he carried on. He had begun to bore her, chasing around after her like a puppy dog, and so she decided to finish with him dramatically. This seemed a suitably amusing way to culminate things, and it worked perfectly. Joe had been really angry calling her a prick teasing bitch before storming off. It was the last she saw of him. So Mr Sanderson yesterday had been her first proper full sex. She had often wondered how it would happen. When it did she had always imagined it would be entirely on her terms. She would never in her wildest dreams have imagined that this was to have been how she was to lose her virginity.

After Clare had left Graham’s office she had spent the remainder of the afternoon typing trying to distract herself from the fact that at lunch she had just stood there bent over whilst a man she had only ever spoken to briefly in corridors before today took her virginity by rutting her from behind. She had paused at times and questioned herself whether it had really happened. But the leer on Mr Sanderson’s face when she took the letters in to his office at five o’clock for signing confirmed it was all real. Again when she had turned to him to tell him she didn’t in the least appreciate anything that had happened she had simply smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

‘None of this was going to happen today though,’ Clare thought. ‘I’m going to phone in sick and then resign, and I’m never going to go back there again.’ It was certainly true she didn’t need the money. Her parents, who had bought her flat for her, were millionaires. Her father owned a successful real estate business. She had never wanted for anything except independence, which she was assisted with by the provision of the flat, and having a flat she had decided to try out working to see what it was like. A typing job sounded good as she would be around people and would have lots of men to torment, and it had worked a treat. The six months she had been at the Kempton Pharmaceuticals had been great fun. She had received a half dozen invites for dates from guys she had led on, which she had enjoyed turning down after having carefully convinced the guys she liked them – one she had told she would not consider if he were the last guy on earth. He was crestfallen. Then there was Bill Jennings and Keith Hutchinson letting their hands wander when she had bent down close to them to torment them. They had really overstepped the mark and she had successfully caused them much stress and discomfort as a result.

But now it was time for a change. Clare therefore phoned in sick turned on her computer and began typing a resignation e-mail. She wasn’t going to risk even gracing the door of there again.

Before she had written a sentence however the phone rang. She picked up, said hello and heard Graham’s voice on the other end.

Before she could put the phone down he said, ‘Listen carefully and don’t hang up.’ Clare therefore found herself doing just that.

‘I’ve told HR that you’ve just contacted me and changed your mind about taking the day off sick. You are never to try to take a day off sick again unless you feel you are so physically ill you can’t come in, and you are under no circumstances to consider resigning from your job now or in the future without agreeing it with me first. Now get dressed and come to work. Come straight into my office when you arrive.’ With that the line went dead and was replaced by a dialling tone.

Clare thought, ‘fuck you!’ and slammed the phone down before getting back to her letter. For some reason though every time she tried to write her fingers wouldn’t work and she had a steadily increasing urge to stand up, walk to her pile of indecent work clothes, and get dressed. After five minutes of fighting the urge valiantly it had built from a mere urge to an overwhelming force which was almost painful and utterly irresistible. In the end she relented, rose and began to dress.

As she did so she tried to work out what it was about Graham that gave him this power over her. Okay, he was what most women would call reasonably good looking, with broad shoulders and a slimmish waist. He was also quite tall, possibly around six two. He had an attractive, confident air about him as well, mostly due to his expensive suits, though also due to the way he held himself, spoke with an assertive manner and probably due to being mid fortyish. But there was nothing specific Clare could think of about him that would cause her to behave in such an out of character manner.

‘Then again,’ she thought, ‘it had not just been Graham. It was Bill Jennings in the elevator as well. And there was definitely nothing special about him. He had receding hair and a slight paunch. ‘So why? Why did I do what I did yesterday? Why am I doing this now?’ Clare thought as she pulled on the vest top and began to apply her lipstick.

A half an hour later after a fast drive Clare arrived at work and went straight to the tenth floor and to Graham’s office. She knocked on the door which was marked ‘available’ and entered.

‘You made it then.’ Graham said looking over Clare, who was dressed identically to yesterday and equally sexy. She had found herself not only dressing back in these indecent clothes, but also taking care to ensure her nails were perfectly polished with red nail varnish and her lipstick was nice and thick with the garish red colour she had recently taken a liking to. ‘You don’t look particularly ill, Clare,’ Graham continued with an air of irony as she walked towards him.

‘I’m feeling much better now. It must have been the wine I had last night,’ she lied.

Graham was seated on a sofa he had at the side of his room along with two comfortable chairs opposite around a small wooden table which he used for informal meetings with customers. He pointed to one of the chairs opposite him and Clare seated herself down.

‘Now tell me the truth, Clare. Why did you phone in sick?’

Clare opened her mouth to repeat that it was the wine’s fault and that she was hung over. Instead she heard herself tell the truth. ‘I didn’t phone in sick because I was feeling unwell. I phoned in sick because I didn’t want to come to work after what happened yesterday, and I was going to send an e-mail to HR resigning. I didn’t intend to come here ever again.’

When she finished Clare felt foolish. Why had she told him all that? He was certainly not very happy with her, that much was evident from the way he was shaking his head as she spoke, though he did have a strange wicked smile on his face.

‘Well I’m not very happy at all with you, Clare. That’s a very immature and deceitful way to behave.’ Clare suddenly noticed a strange long circular cushion rather like a small draught excluder next to Graham’s right thigh around six inches in diameter and 18 inches long. He picked this up and lay it on his lap. ‘I feel under the circumstances I’m going to have to punish you, Clare. Have you ever been spanked before?’ Graham said matter-of-factly.

Clare was speechless for a minute as she took in what he had just said and its implications. Surely he could not be serious. Surely she had misheard. Spank her? Oh no! He was going to make her allow him to spank her, like some kind of naughty little girl from the 1950s. Surely he couldn’t make her do this with whatever this strange compulsion she felt was.

‘N ... no,’ She heard herself saying.

‘That would be, “no sir,” Clare. Now would you like to just kneel on the settee besides me and lie across my lap?’

She had not misheard. He really wanted to do it. Clare folded her arms and replied as sternly and assertively as she could. ‘You have got to be joking. Look, you have asked me to do a lot of things recently but this is going too far. I am most certainly not allowing you to spank me.’

Wow! She had resisted him.

‘I asked you nicely Clare, and gave you the option of willing compliance. You are quite clearly not learning and deserve a firmer spanking than I was intending to give you. I am instructing you this time, Clare. Kneel on the settee besides me.’

Clare tried to repeat what she had just said, but instead, with her face blushing red with embarrassment found herself walking over to where Graham was sitting before kneeling on the settee next to him.

Graham now moved the cushion on his lap so that it was positioned along his right thigh. ‘Now lie across my lap and please ensure that your hips are over the cushion.’

Clare did as Graham instructed, and settled herself over the cushion, which she found to be quite unyielding. She then felt his left hand rest on the small of her back and gently press down. ‘Now get your tummy down as low as you can and allow the cushion to assist this lovely bottom or yours to be stuck up in the air nicely and presented to me.’ Again Clare did as she was asked arching her back down and jutting up her bottom, feeling the skirt material tighten over her cheeks. The situation was extremely embarrassing and Clare began to realise that she was finding herself becoming aroused again. She was determined not to allow this to be seen, though, but was aware from the heat in her face that she must be blushing intensely.

Graham waited a moment enjoying the view before him; one of the culminations of his work over the past months. Clare’s bottom looked even more delicious than at any other time he had observed her recently.

‘Now Clare, a couple of rules. Whilst I am spanking you I will expect you to maintain the posture you are in at present – no lifting your back up or your legs, and certainly no attempts to get off my lap. Secondly, make sure that at all times you keep your naughty hands away from your bottom – no attempts to rub your bottom or to defend yourself and cover up until I’ve finished and give you permission. Keep your hands where they are in front of you on the settee. Understood?’

There was a pause before Clare stated between gritted teeth, ‘Yes Sir.’ ‘I’m sorry, Clare, I think I misheard that. What did you say?’ ‘Yes Sir!’ Clare replied more sternly. Graham brought his hand up to shoulder height and brought the flattened hand back down firmly on the right cheek before him with near maximum force. The room was filled with a loud CLAP sound and the cheek flattened out leaping under his hand, a ripple coursing through it. ‘Awww!’ Clare yowled, but stayed in position though everything in her told her to move or defend herself. ‘Try to be a little more respectful in the tone of your responses, Clare,’ Graham said. ‘Now again, what did you say Clare?’ There was a pause before Clare replied, ‘Yes Sir,’ and a clear and gently feminine tone. Good. Then we can begin. Graham began with gentle smacks, aimed from around a few inches away from her bum and targeted initially at the base of her cheeks at the dimples where the jutting bum joined her thighs, and varying his smacks from one cheek to the other. The fatty cheeks leapt even under such gentle smacks in a manner Graham found extremely satisfying, ripples visibly coursing through them under the taught fabric with each blow, and the room filled with a rhythmic ‘plat, plat, plat’ noise. Graham slowly began to work his way up the cheeks to the top, before again working down to the base, enjoying particularly the middle sections of the cheeks and lingering over this area due to the way his hands sank into the fatty flesh and flattened it. Clare was coping with staying in position during this time relatively easily, as mostly the blows did not sting, not being too hard and being over her skirt. After a couple of minutes however Graham began to spank more firmly from increased distances from his target, and the impacts began to sting more. Clare began to have urges to defend her stinging bum, but found instead her unconscious programming held her in position and prevented her from making any attempt to defend herself or allow her back or legs to spring up. Graham for his part was enjoying the spanking with relish. It was for this reason that he decided to gently increase the firmness of his stokes. She deserved it after all. Gradually the strokes became harder and aimed from further away from the target. The sound of the impacts was now no longer a gentle ‘plat’ sound. Instead a rhythmic loud ‘CLAP, CLAP, CLAP,’ filled the room. After a couple of minutes Graham paused, impressed that Clare was now taking full force blows, and though occasionally shaking, gritting her teeth and ‘awwing’ was maintaining the posture and holding tightly to the settee material. Graham was slightly out of breath with the effort, and was aware that Clare also was breathless with the effort of her useless struggles with her unconscious mind’s determination to maintain disciplined obedience. Graham decided to progress further, and after gently rubbing, kneading and feeling the now warm, buzzing cheeks Clare felt him reach down, and with both hands take hold of the base of her small skirt. Slowly he began to raise it.

Clare helplessly maintained the undignified jutting pose throughout this with an annoying thrill of pleasure, and felt the taught material of the skirt sensuously being peeled back over her now warmed, buzzing jutting bottom. She could not help but find it pleasurable as much as she hated it, and the embarrassment she was feeling seemed to be accentuating this. Once pulled fully up over her hips the tort skirt material was now again no more than just a belt around her waist, and to her immense embarrassment – though equal excitement – Clare was left in her black panties jutting her bottom out on Graham’s thigh for his further attention. Graham then recommenced the spanking, beginning again with relatively light strokes from a few inches away from the lovely target and at the base. Again there was a ‘plat, plat, plat’ noise as Graham worked on the lower cheeks. Again he watched in satisfaction the two cheeks leap under the now meagre protection of the panties. Graham then began working his way up and then down the two lovely targets and smiled as they wobbled and jiggled even more deliciously than before. Inspired by this the force of his strokes increased quickly until they were delivered for the last six with almost full force from shoulder height at the central areas. These last six flattened out the full cheeks and caused them to bounce around as loud ‘CLAP’ noises simultaneously filled the room. Clare yowled, but found herself helplessly remaining in position as her unconscious programming compelled her to obey Graham’s instructions. Graham therefore progressed still further, and after smoothing his hand up and down the silky textured right cheek proceeded to reach under the skirt to find the top of the panties. Pulling out the top of the panties he then proceeded to again sensuously peel them down over the pinkened warm cheeks, noting with satisfaction how Clare kept her butt jutting out throughout. Once the panties were pulled down to around mid thigh Graham recommenced. This time however he did not begin lightly but immediately more firmly, working up and down the cheeks slowly, but again concentrating particularly on the central areas. Clare’s face was now not red with embarrassment but with the effort of fighting with her unconscious mind to allow her hands to fly to the stinging flesh. She found herself out of breath, panting with effort, her muscles tensed throughout her body as her unconscious held her in position to take the spanking. Both her bum cheeks were now not merely warm but scorching hot and the central areas where Graham had been concentrating much of his attention were scalding. These areas Clare found particularly difficult to take further punishment on due to their tenderness. The horror of the situation for Clare though was not the pain or heat in her bum, but the rush, excitement and pleasure she was simultaneously feeling, which seemed to grow in parallel with the effort she was expending to struggle to disobey Graham’s commands. Graham again paused and allowed his hands to gently smooth over the surfaces of the girl’s jutting cheeks, feeling their increased warmth and watching the rise and fall of Clare’s back as her breathing gradually slowed and she began to relax from her exertions. He continued stroking, kneading and gently squeezing the cheeks as he spoke to Clare, ‘You are doing excellently, Clare. I can see from the obedient way you are taking this that you must be feeling contrite about your behaviour. We are nearly finished now anyway. Just one last set for a couple more minutes and we will be done. These will have to be as hard as I can though. It will give you a further opportunity to demonstrate your obedience though, won’t it? I wouldn’t blame you in the least for moving out of this posture or putting your hand over your bottom. Only a girl who knew she were bad or was a really submissive slut would take the spanking I’m going to give over the next two minutes and keep her butt jutted out and not defend herself. Do you think you are bad, Clare?’ ‘No more so than anyone else,’ Clare instantly replied. She had long since lost any insight into any of her behaviours being in the least morally problematic. ‘Well presumably you won’t be taking the rest of my spanking obediently then just because I told you to. That’s disappointing. That is unless you are a submissive little slut.’ Before recommencing Graham delighted himself with the view before him. He felt an incredible sense of achievement, and allowed himself now to pause and saver the image of this lovely girl across his lap presenting her reddened buttocks to him so submissively. ‘Are you ready then, Clare?’ Graham said.

Clare swallowed and braced herself. ‘Yes Sir,’ she replied gently.

‘Now Clare, remember the instruction I gave you not to move still stands. I may have suggested movement out of position or self-defence to be understandable, but I haven’t given you permission to do so. If you do so you will be disobeying me because you chose to, presumably because you are not the submissive slut I suspect you to be, being that you do not feel you are a particularly bad person. We will just have to see won’t we?’

With that Graham recommenced the spanking with a loud CLAP!!!! noise filling the room as his flattened hand aimed from shoulder height landed centrally on the naked right cheek sinking into it and causing it to bounce. Clare yowled, her head flying up, but did not move out of position. There was another CLAP!!!! noise as this time her left buttock was mercilessly targeted. Again Clare yowled and this time swore, but gripping the settee with white knuckles and shaking her posture remained unchanged as her unconscious compelled her to stay in position.

Another four equally forceful strokes followed all aimed at the central areas of the two bare cheeks, accompanied by howls and swearing from Clare. She then began to plead with Graham to stop. ‘Please!’ CLAP!!!! ‘Awwww! Please stop!’ Clare yowled. She wanted to shed tears through the combination of humiliation and pain she was experiencing, but found she could not. Instead there was that awful arousal again confusing the unpleasantness of the pain.

‘Well you don’t seem to be making much effort to stop me, Clare, considering you want me to,’ Graham taunted with cruel amusement in his voice; and knowing she could not.

CLAP!!!! ‘Awwwwww! Shit!!!’ Clare yowled.

‘So I’m going to continue the punishment for the full two minutes,’ CLAP!!!! ‘as clearly despite what you say being a submissive little slut you wish to try to take it nicely,’ CLAP!!!!

‘Awwww! No I don’t! I ... I ... I just can’t stop you,’ CLAP!!!! ‘Yowwww!’

‘Of course, Clare. Whatever you say,’ CLAP!!!!

After a further minute and a half of continued work Graham paused. He was uncertain whether two minutes had passed but was exhausted and Clare’s bum cheeks were now both livid red in the central areas where he had been concentrating his attentions. Despite everything Clare had remained in position throughout with her bulbous bottom stuck up perfectly and unmoving despite her shaking throughout as she fought uselessly to move. Her hands had also stayed pinned to the settee in front of her, despite virtually clawing through the material at times. Graham was now supremely confident that he could command anything of her without her being able to break through in any way. If yesterday had not convinced him this experience most certainly had.

‘Very well. You can stand up now, rub your butt if you wish and rearrange your clothes,’ Graham said. Clare immediately rose, and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, before rubbing her bum and then tentatively pulling up her panties and pulling her skirt down over the sore cheeks.

‘I think that we succeeded in establishing one thing this morning.’ Graham continued. ‘You are very amenable to correction through physical discipline. We will have to ensure this is a regular part of your routine to keep you on your toes. Unfortunately,’ Graham said with a sly smile, ‘seeing as we have also clearly established you are a submissive little slut I will have to think of ways I can be firmer with you to prevent you enjoying it.’

Clare felt herself blush as red as she felt her bottom would be. She could not understand any of her behaviour of late, but especially not this co-operative way she had allowed herself to be beaten. And it was also undeniable that the more embarrassment or humiliation she was experiencing the more she was finding herself responding sexually. Was Graham right? Was she really, secretly and unbeknown to herself all these years, a ‘submissive slut’ as he put it? She could not even bring herself to reply and so merely stood there rubbing her sore bottom blushing.

‘You are very sexually aroused now aren’t you, Clare,’ Graham said. ‘Answer the question honestly now.’

Clare desperately did not want to answer, but whilst still rubbing her sore posterior, blushing and staring at the floor between the two of them heard herself reply, ‘Yes sir.’ As she said this the arousal that had been building throughout the spanking reached a crescendo through this act of self-humiliation. She became aware that she was on the edge of a climax. Graham also noted this as her eyes suddenly widened in shock as she answered him.

‘Can ... can I go now?’ Clare suddenly stated her voice again wavering and her body language telegraphing her need to leave quickly.

‘You appear to be in a rush to leave, Clare. What’s wrong?’ Graham replied.

‘N .. nothing’ Clare managed to say, desperately wanting to leave for the ladies’ room to finish herself off alone with dignity.

‘Really, Clare, how many times must I prompt you to be truthful. Answer the question honestly,’ Graham said with a cruel chuckle.

‘I ... I ... I need to go to the ladies room so that I can masturbate and relieve myself,’ Clare heard herself say in disbelief.

This itself was enough. Suddenly with a cry of horror and pleasure Clare found herself go into a spasm of orgasm in front of Graham. She gave a loud ‘Ohhhh!’ cry and doubled up before sinking into the chair behind her with her hips bucking briefly and her body twitching. When she came down from this she looked up horrified to see Graham’s smiling face looking back at her.

‘Goodness me. Just when I’m beginning to think I know just how much of a submissive slut you are you go and surprise me, Clare. I think you had better go and get on with some work now before I go turning you on still further by accidentally humiliating you again.’

Clare rose without having to be told twice and rushed from the office her face in her hands.

After rushing out of Graham’s office Clare had still gone to the ladies’ room. She needed time alone to compose herself. Again it was empty and she went straight into a cubicle.

What was she becoming? How could she have just done all of that? Not only had she allowed herself to be spanked, but couldn’t defend herself no matter how much she tried. And she had enjoyed doing it! And she had become so aroused she had spontaneously orgasmed in front of Graham!

As she stood there alone shaking her head with disbelief at her own behaviour Clare suddenly became aware that her thoughts were again arousing her. She was re-living the humiliation and becoming hot. She therefore attempted to relieve it by lifting her skirt lowering her panties and masturbating again. As she rubbed her wet clit in circles she thought of the way she helplessly stayed in position during the painful spanking, the way it had aroused her and then the way she had admitted this to Graham and told him she wanted to masturbate to relieve the need. The humiliation was unbearable and she found herself again climaxing, her hips bucking back and forth. As this happened she heard herself crying, ‘Ohhhh! Yes sir. I want to masturbate. Ohhhhhhhhh!!’

Suddenly there was another voice. ‘Who’s in there? What are you doing?’ the voice called.

‘Errr ... nothing.’ Clare replied.

There was a pause for a while before Clare heard the sound of a tap running followed by the hot air hand dryer and finally the sound of the door. Clare waited another five minutes before leaving the cubicle washing her hands, composing herself and going back to her computer.

Clare again tried to distract herself with work. Graham had left her a considerable amount of dictation to type up so she simply got on with it. At lunch Graham asked her for a cup of coffee but nothing else happened. He was deeply engrossed in his work dictating further letters into his dictaphone and reading a file. Clare therefore returned to her typing with a sigh of relief.

At five o’clock after printing off her letters Clare knocked on Graham’s door and took them through for signing silently. Graham carefully read all of them before signing each in turn. When he had finished Clare picked them up and prepared to go.

‘Just leave them on the desk for a little while, Clare,’ Graham said, before reaching in a desk drawer and taking out a thin A4 sized book. He then rose and made his way over to his settee and sat down. Clare remained bolted to the spot in fear, so Graham ushered her over to seat herself opposite him with a, ‘come and sit down.’

Graham looked down briefly at the book with a smile before looking up at Clare. ‘Now, Clare, I have been thinking and I have got some ideas on how I can put you to best use – that is both from a personal point of view and a business point of view. As you appear to enjoy being dominated and humiliated this should be mutually quite satisfying,’ Graham said with a snigger.

Clare felt a sudden desire to deny despite all the evidence to the contrary that she enjoyed any of these things, but as it was interpreted by her unconscious as close enough to a rebuke of sexual harassment she simply found herself smile and say, ‘Thank you.’

‘Oh, believe me it’s going to be a pleasure,’ Graham said. ‘Here, take this,’ he stated handing the book to Clare across the table. She took the book and looking at it was horrified to see a picture on the front of a woman sucking a large plastic phallus. The title of the book was Better Fellatio by an author with a tacky name.

‘That’s homework. For the next week I want you to read that for at least a half an hour in bed before you go to sleep each night. Whilst you read it you will masturbate yourself to at least two orgasms and will be thinking of doing the things you read to me. You will also need a dildo to practice the skills on that you are reading about and are masturbating thinking about. If you don’t have a dildo to use to practice on you are to buy one on the way home. Do you understand?’ Graham said with a leer.

Clare heard herself say, ‘Yes sir,’ but wanted to do this less than anything else she had been asked to do including the spanking. The idea of sucking a man’s cock had always repulsed her, not just because it seemed dirty but because it was so submissive. Until this week she would have never entertained a single thought of ever doing anything in the least submissive let alone fellatio.

‘In addition to your homework there will of course be practice opportunities. The first of these is going to take place now, Clare. Go on to your knees and walk over to me on them until you are kneeling between my legs.’ As he said this Graham spread his legs and began to unzip his fly.

Clare stared at Graham wide eyed and said, ‘Please, Mr Sanderson, I’ve never done anything like this before. The very thought of sucking a man’s penis makes me feel sick. I won’t be able to.’ Even as she said this she found herself dropping obediently down to her knees and walking over to him around the table.

When Clare finished speaking she found herself kneeling between Graham’s legs. Looking down she saw he had managed with a struggle to withdraw his large eight inch penis from his flies. Clare found herself pull back slightly as she saw the dick seemingly aiming itself at her with a mind of its own, pulsing and throbbing with the raging need of its owner. She felt a rush of nausea at the thought of what he was demanding of her and the knowledge from recent experience that she literally may not be able to refuse him.

‘You will not be sick ever when you do or think of doing fellatio. You can most certainly consider that an order,’ Graham said firmly.

‘Y .. yes sir,’ Clare heard herself again saying. She felt the nausea she had been experiencing suddenly disappear. She still intellectually could not face the thought of putting the throbbing penis in her mouth though. As she looked at it with a clear appearance of revulsion she said, ‘Can you please wear a condom then?’

Graham smiled and leaned back in the chair making his large cock point up to the ceiling, still pulsing and throbbing. ‘No I will not be wearing a condom, Clare dear.’ Graham said. ‘You will suck my penis enthusiastically and allow me to come into your mouth. You will continue to suckle on me whilst I am coming, and immediately after, until you are satisfied you have drawn out every last drop of my seed, and it is in your lovely mouth. Now, Clare,’ Graham said moving himself forward to the edge of the seat, ‘begin.’

For a brief moment Clare fought the urge to lean forward and take hold of the throbbing organ. It was only a moment though, and with her eyes again wide with shock Clare found herself taking hold of the large swollen cock in her small right hand and guide it towards her approaching parted ruby lips.

As she watched the pulsing cock’s glands approaching her lips Clare began to fight harder against the impetus of her body. She also desperately tried to close her mouth, so that if she could not prevent her movement towards the cock it would at least not enter her.

Neither of her efforts was successful though. In fact both made the whole process more satisfying for Graham. Her attempts to fight the movement merely made the action of putting the cock into her mouth deliciously prolonged. Additionally her attempts to close her mouth completely only succeeded in allowing her to partially close it. Her full red lips were therefore parted slightly, and as her head inevitably came down on the swollen cock Clare only succeeded in giving Graham a delicious feeling of penetration as the two inch girth of his cock slowly parted the lips and entered her mouth. Graham moaned rapturously as he felt and watched this process with delight.

‘Now get it in right to the back of your mouth and work it in and out nicely, Clare,’ Graham said, his eyes closed and gripping on to the settee. ‘Keep suckling on it whilst you do so.’

Clare began to work the cock in and out of her mouth despite all her initial disgust, sucking on it greedily. After a while to her surprise she found herself starting to enjoy the way her tongue rubbing the underside of Graham’s glands caused him to make a sharp intake of breath or twitch uncontrollably every so often. She also felt the horrible sexual arousal rising again from the submissive act of allowing and assisting her mouth to be used in this way. What she did not like however were the drops of pre-ejaculate that she kept drawing from the cock with her suckling action. She wanted to stop and spit these out, but could not because of the compulsion to obey Graham that forced her on.

Graham knew from the frustration he had experienced all day since spanking Clare that he was going to come vigorously. For much of the afternoon he had attempted to distract himself with work, but had continually found himself with a hard on thinking about what he intended to do with Clare later in the day. Now as he looked down on his delicious captive he was contemplating with delight filling her lovely mouth as much as she was despising it. And it wasn’t long before finally and inevitably Clare’s constant pumping work began to bring Graham to his climax.

Clare felt the large cock swell even larger, and desperately wanted to pull away and let it go before her mouth was filled with seed. Instead she found herself allow the cock to penetrate her mouth to the back and found herself begin to suckle harder on it as Graham began to ejaculate. With an enormous groan from him she felt Graham’s sticky come discharge from his cock and hit the back of her mouth. With another pulse of the cock a second spurt burst into her, followed by a third.

Clare’s mouth felt filled with the warm, sticky goo. She desperately wanted to pull back and spit it out as quickly as she could. Instead she found herself suckling at the cock as it became flaccid, drawing out every drop of Graham’s seed. Only when Clare felt herself satisfied there was nothing more left by probing the hole of his cock with the tip of her tongue did she let the flaccid penis fall from her lips. She then began to look around for somewhere to spit out.

Before she could act however Graham said, ‘Do not attempt to spit out my semen, Clare.’

Clare looked at Graham pleadingly, but found only steely eyed determination.

‘Now I am going to insist on a little ritual for you, Clare, that you will undertake each time you give me or any other lucky man fellatio from this point on. First of all lift your head back and open your mouth wide and show me its contents.’

Clare did as she was commanded, lifting her head back and opening her mouth wide. This Graham found particularly satisfying, as he could see as Clare parted her full red lips that her mouth was filled with seed.

‘Now, Clare, maintain eye contact with me. And whilst you are doing so close your mouth and swallow the come.’

Clare’s eyes opened wide in shock and horror. She would not do such a disgusting thing. How could he possibly ask it of her like she was some street walker? She therefore tried with all her might to break eye contact, moving her head from side to side and fought the growing urge to swallow, desperately trying to open her mouth to spit out the contents. Her mouth remained remorselessly clamped shut, though, and as the urge became irresistible Clare found herself gulp and felt the salty come slide down her throat. As she did so she saw Graham smiling in satisfaction. She swallowed twice more and the come was gone.

‘Excellent, Clare. Now open wide again and show me that it has gone,’ Graham said.

Clare found herself again doing as instructed.

‘Truly excellent. Make sure you do that every time you give fellatio, Clare,’ Graham said. ‘See now, there’s no mess anywhere. That was the ideal way to satisfy a man quickly, efficiently and without the need for cleaning. You are going to come in useful with certain businessmen from Japan that will be visiting in a couple of days. It will be handy to have you available to satisfy them before they sign an order contract I have lined up.’

Clare felt more deeply humiliated than ever before, and as a consequence was on the verge of a climax herself. Graham noticed her plight. ‘Feel free to pull up your skirt and finish yourself off. I’m sure you must be extremely aroused again by my abuse of you,’ he said cruelly.

There was no need however. With a resigned moan Clare felt an orgasm flow over her. She bucked and twitched as she knelt there between Graham’s legs. As she slowly recovered Graham continued, ‘Very well, Clare, we’ve both had our fun. You may now go. Don’t forget to pop those letters into the mail room on your way home. Oh. And don’t forget tonight’s homework.’ Graham said, pointing in an amused tone at the book next to Clare. ‘Make sure to purchase a vibrator to assist your practice on your way home if you don’t have one. More practical in the office tomorrow so you can show me what you have learned.’

Clare rose, grabbed the book and the letters and rushed from the room as best she could on the two inch heels, for the second time today her head in her hands in shame. On the way out of work Clare valiantly fought the urge to go to the ladies and masturbate again as the shame and humiliation of what she had just done ate in to her arousing her terribly. She dropped in the mail into the mail room, doing her best to hide her new bedtime reading and made her way to her car and home – via the nearest sex shop to purchase a vibrator.

When Clare arrived home she threw the ten inch phallus shaped vibrator she had purchased along with her copy of Better Fellatio across the room in a fit of rage. ‘This was all utter madness,’ she said to herself. ‘What the hell is going on?’ She tore off her scanty work clothes and also threw them across the room along with a few ornaments and plates. She then threw herself down on to her bed and began beating the sheets and pillows in impotent rage. ‘I’ve had enough of this. I have to do something about it tomorrow.’

Clare then thought about her options. She could try talking to some of her friends from the typing pool, in as much as she had any. She suspected, however, that she may be even less popular with them than before in her new dress and with the new reputation she would undoubtedly be acquiring. The only other possibility she could think of was the head of HR, Hilary Hayes. She it was who Clare had approached with her complaints about Keith Hutchinson and Bill Jennings. She was a strong woman, and extremely helpful and sympathetic to her reports. ‘Yes. She would help,’ Clare thought.

Clare then began to think about the treatment she had submitted to over the last two days for no apparent reason and again became angry and started beating her small fists against the pillows of her bed and swearing. When this fit of anger abated Clare began to feel anger for another and different reason. Anger at herself, because she realised that, yet again, the feelings of impotence and humiliation and the acts she had performed with Graham were sexually arousing her. Lying there in her panties Clare reached down the front and began to massage her clit and rub her sex. ‘Oh, god, why am I enjoying this?’ she cried to herself before she again came.

Clare spent the remainder of the evening trying to watch TV and calm herself with a couple of glasses of wine, quietly contemplating what she was going to say to Hilary Hayes tomorrow. When she finally decided to go to bed she deliberately ignored the vibrator and the book lying in a corner of the room where she had thrown them after arriving home, and put on her nightie and went to bed, turning off the light.

After two hours of tossing and turning, though, Clare couldn’t sleep. The desire to go to the corner of the room, and pick up the book and vibrator started off gently, but steadily increased. Finally the desire was almost painful. Clare hated herself for it.

Finally Clare jumped up and switched on the light shouting, ‘damn it!’ It was two o’clock in the morning. She stepped out of bed, dropped her panties, and ran to the corner of the room and picked up the two items that had been torturing her for the last two hours. She then threw herself down onto the bed on her back pulling up the nightie around her waist, and lifting her knees and spreading her legs. ‘Oh god, why oh why is this happening?’ she said as she opened Better Fellatio and began to read.

After a few seconds she went from angry to simply moaning pleasurably, lost in the bondage of Graham’s commands. The fingers of her left hand gently massaged her clit, in her right she held the vibrator as she copied the image in the book resting against her right thigh of a woman licking a cock from base to glands.

‘Is that nice, Mr Sanderson? Oh yes that’s nice. Let’s see if you like this,’ she said, dancing the tip of her tongue on the base of the plastic glands of the tool. ‘Oh! That’s it! Squirt it in my mouth! Ohhhh!’

After a half an hour of further ‘homework’ and home practice Clare left the book and vibrator at the side of her bed – and slept like a baby.