The Way Suzie Sits This story has been inspired by so many I have read. If you like this story please mail me at cruelboss@hotmail.com. It will inspire me. She was sitting on her stool typing away on the computer when I entered my office. The stool was small and made of steel. It had no backrest and no armrest. I had replaced the normal office chair for her with this specially designed stool. At the center was a plug, which could come up at the press of a remote switch. It was not comfortable to sit on for long stretches every day. Her ample ass overflowed the ass and she had no room to maneuver. She had nothing to rest her back or her arms if she felt tired. The stool was high so there was no way she could rest her feet on the ground. She perched her leg up on a protruding potion in the center of the stool. The visual effect was deadly. Her tight skirt was bursting as her ass hung from all sides. Her perched feet made her short skirt ride up further almost exposing her panties. Her acute sense of discomfort have her a helpless look, which always made me aroused. Sometimes I made her sit on the stool on her bare ass. At such times she wore a loose flowing skirt and I operated the remote switch and the plug would come up and enter her cunt or asshole depending on what position she sat in. She sat like this and worked the whole day. Once I had made her fuck the stub by going up and down on it. She was my secretary. The HR guys called her administrative assistant but as far as we were concerned she was my office girl and I was her boss. She has been working now for really ten years for me and was older than me by about ten years. But I kept her still as a temp. Every month I make her go down on her knees and beg me for her job. Sometimes I interview younger girls and give them temporary assignments. Invariably that makes her so jealous and insecure that she works incredibly hard to keep her job. A few times when she protested against this practice of mine, I beat her soundly and suspended her from office. She learnt quickly that she is not indispensable. She sat right in front of my office. Her back was to the door, which I normally keep open to feast my eyes on her but she could not see me. That always kept her on her tenterhooks. The best part of this arrangement was that I could come up behind her and she would never know till I actually squeezed her buttocks or her breasts. I control most of her life. One of my rules is that she cannot leave her seat without taking permission from me. Often this permission is denied and her pressure builds up. If I am in the mood I make her squat on a pan and release herself in front of me. But most often I just let her go when I sense that her entreating has become desperate. In the early part of our relationship I sensed that she was being smart in starting to ask for permission long before she actually needed to go. I played along with her for a few days and then punished her. I waited for a day when I was relatively less busy and kept on refusing her request till she was almost in tears. I then ordered her to come into the office close the door behind her. Inside the office I ordered her to strip and as she bent down to remove her panties she got the first crack of the stout cane across her back. The next one was across her thighs and then a few quick ones on the cap of her knees. That got her down to her knees. I then did a bargain with her. I told her that she could run to a corner of the office where I would not beat her. Anywhere else her naked body was fair game. She kept on trying to get there and I kept on hitting her and blocking her. There was no finesse about the beating. I hit her as hard as I could and kicked her to keep her away from the corner. Finally she gave up and collapsed sobbing and I hit her at all parts of the body. I kicked her over and hit her on her breasts and the insides of her thighs. And then I pulled her up the hair and made her suck my rock hard cock. That was one of the worst beatings she has got from me. She had such a fever that she could not come to office for a few days. I deducted that from her salary. She had also wet herself on the office carpet and so I docked the cleaning from her pay. When she came back to her office I made her write the lines "I will not lie to my boss" a thousand times. I keep control of her when I am out touring also. If I catch her out of her seat ever her punishment is lashing across her the soles of her feet. She is allowed exactly two breaks of three minutes each which I had made her time one day and is the time that takes her get across to the toilet and come back. The timing of the break is decided before hand. Sometimes some of the other colleagues try to delay her on the way back while she is rushing back because they know that I call dot on the minute she is supposed to be back. She has to take my permission before she leaves my office. I give that permission by calling her and taking the briefing of the day. Sometimes I delay calling her till I have finished my late evening meeting or entertainment program and she is patiently waiting. One of these days I will make her wait whole night. I will be even happier if she makes the mistake of calling me and asking for permission to go home. That is strictly disallowed under her terms and conditions of work. Of course, I take care of her well. Though she is a temp and she has no benefits like leave and medical, her pay is good. She gets wonderful gifts from me especially perfumes, dresses and jewellery. I pay for her health and beauty club memberships. She has traveled across the globe with me and stayed at the top of the line hotels. I have had her enrolled in many training programs and she was very versatile in her work. From day one, I have told her that there was no compromise on her work. As I have worked my way up the corporate ladder she has taken a lot of load from my shoulders. I make her work incredibly hard and she knows that mistakes would invite very harsh punishments. Once she had forgotten to order for breakfast during an early morning meeting. I kept her chained in office for an entire weekend while balancing two heavy stones on her tits. If she had dropped the stones she would not have been able to bend them up in her tight chains and I would have known when I came in on Monday morning. She did not. I love mistakes like typos, forgetting to follow up on something. They provide an excuse (not that I need one!) to punish. Most often I deal with it a few summary slaps across the face. But depending on the mood and the severity of the mistake I have had her head banged on the wooden table or whipped with a crop or my belt whatever is handy. When we travel I treat her differently. We got for dinner and drinks. We go dancing and start hotly necking on the dance floor and I take her back to the hotel room. She wears hot clothes - high heels, leather miniskirt, bursting tank top tied at the navel, exposing her back and shoulders. By the time I am dragging her roughly back from the dance floor her hair is loose her tits have almost popped out and her mascara is all running. My hands are running all over as we get into the elevator. At all points I appear composed even somewhat embarrassed at the way my girl is behaving. She moans and I grab her by the hair and shove her head into the corner of the elevator. She tries to loosen my belt and I slap her hard. As I pull her out of the elevator she stumbles and falls and I drag her by the hair to our room. As soon as we enter the room we are having sex. Next morning she is at the breakfast table looking her efficient best. Sometimes, however, we do not go out and prepare for an elaborate evening. I keep her hungry through the day and in the evening I hang her naked by her chains between the bedpost and the table and stretch myself on a chair in front of her. I take a drink of whisky and watch TV catch up with my reading as I tickle her pussy and her ass with my boot. I order some delectable hors-de-ovries and watch her eyes as I slowly savor them. I lightly kick her in the tummy and hold her head by the hair as she licks the crumbs off my fingers or my boot. After an interminable time when she is sweating with pain and arousal inspite of the carefully set temperature of the room, I pick up the whip. Slowly very slowly I caress the whip all over the body. I can feel her shuddering as the whip caresses the area beneath her tits and stiffen as it moves across her back. I bring it to her lips and she wets the blades by kissing it fervently. I move the wet blades across her face and she almost feels soothed with the sense of the wet touches and closes her eyes. Suddenly when she is least expecting it I let go the first lash. This time the beating is deliberate even sensuous. I concentrate on her back, then her left tit and then her right tit and then the insides of her thigh lashing her never too hard but repeatedly on the same place. I stop repeatedly to admire the stripes that is created and to pour the drinks. She counts the lashes and thanks me after each. If she gets one more lash than the last highest count reached she has the right to ask me for a gift. Often I just stop before that and let her down. At that time she is begging coquettishly for being beaten and I kiss her and refuse to beat her. She crawls on her feet licks my boots, kisses my hand, and brings the whip and chain in her mouth and lay it on my feet. She then kneels and raises her tits with her hand and begs. I kick her away but she continues to dissuade me. Often I don't beat her but order her a nice dinner and we end up having loving sex. But she needs to be careful, however: sometimes I was just bored or too drunk and then I would just chuck the whip away and take out the cane. Under those circumstances, my agreement with her was off. I would beat her without any mercy and then take her doggy style and make her sleep on the cold bathroom floor all night. Today morning Suzie - that was her name was wearing a backless dress and a tight black skirt. She wished me a very cheery good morning as soon as I entered the office and brought me my coffee. I had told her to wear this dress yesterday when she was leaving. We had all been very busy for a month to have any fun and games and I noticed that Suzie's back was completely unmarked. To her cheery good morning my reply was curt - not even a greeting. I threw a bunch of legal papers at her and said that I wanted a draft on agreement by noon. I knew it could not be done in such a short time frame and she knew it could not be done but she knew better than to protest. At noon she was furiously working and was startled as I called her. She said that she was sending in the report in five minutes and I smiled. I walked up to her and cracked the whip across her bare back. This was the heavier whip and the welt that appeared immediately was deep and red. The skin cracked in places. Before she could move I had crossed the welt with another and her back now had two red marks in the form of a X. The great part of it was that everybody would come to know of her beating. "12 o' clock means 12 o'clock you lazy slut and before you waste time crying please remember that every additional half an hour will earn you another one" I did not have to give her another. The agreement was mailed within fifteen minutes to me. I studied the agreement. There was a plan for her I had got today. I had a meeting right after lunch with a client. Suzie had fixed up the meeting who had not met the client before. Now Suzie was under strict instructions to be as sexy as possible on telephone. She would put on her most husky voice and appear as if she was giving the client a blow job. She would flirt but at no point she would give out her name. She was always the Vice President's girl and did not even have a name in office. She had given the impression (and did not have to act for it) that she was terribly frightened off me. When the client arrived Suzie went to greet her after being warned that she was going to put her most sexy smile. I was waiting when she led her in. The client followed her as she swayed her hips. He already had a hard on as he saw her ample ass cheeks go up and down and the red welts across her back ooze a bit of blood. We sat on the sofa as Suzie helped the client out of his suit liberally brushing her tits against him. I dismissed her and helped my client sit at a place from where he could see Suzie's back. " Your earplugs on", I ordered her and explained to the client "We do not want her to over hear any discussions we any have". During the initial pleasantries Suzie brought in coffee and cookies. She poured it from both of us smiled at our visitor and left. Our discussions continued late till evening but I could sense that my client's mind was not on his work. As we crossed the office hours his glances towards Suzie became more rapid. I cut into his thoughts when I said "Suzie is not allowed to leave until I give her permission and in any case she is waiting to settle her in the hotel we have booked for you. I hope you will find it comfortable" The meeting could not continue for long. Suzie was called in to the room and I warned her of the consequences if our visitor had anything to complain about the next day. Suzie explained to the client that he would need " certain articles" and led him to the small store room along with the office. There I could hear her explain: "Sir, these are the things that you may need for me. This of course is the whip, which my boss used on my back, and this is the cane. You may like to hit me across the calves. It hurts a lot and of course as I lie you can hit me on the inside of the thighs. " Her voice breaks at this point and she carries on tonelessly : "and these are the nipple clips, sir, you can tighten them till I am screaming like an animal." She is crying now but she checks herself as is aware that I will be angry and carries on: "These are the handcuffs, you can use them to hang me with the rope and whip me or you know so many ways. Is there anything specific that you want Sir, or should I carry the bag with me?" Our visitor must have mumbled something but I saw Suzie carrying the bag with her and leading the client out of the office. I finish this story off by reproducing her report the next morning. "Sir, I sat beside the gentleman as the driver drove away towards the hotel. I could not sit back as my back was burning so I asked him whether I could sit sideways and rest my back on his arm. I made small talk to him told him about the town asked him about where he came from He has got a fancy MBA degree and he was young and awkward. He asked me about you and I said that you were a very strict boss who did not tolerate any laziness. I pressed myself against him. At that point he touched me for the first time. Very tentatively he moved his fingers over the marks on my back. I kept silent. He asked me whether I had put anything on them and said No. He appeared very concerned and in spite of my protestations we stopped at a shop and brought a cream. He rubbed it gently on my marks and it felt good. I am aware that this is not what you would have liked and you can punish me as you deem fit. In any case as we came to the hotel we went up to our room with everybody staring. I helped him out of his shoes with my teeth and then of his clothes. I sat at the foot of the bed massaging his feet. He was very tentative and kept pulling himself away. He asked me whether I liked working here and I said that I needed the money. And that you are kind enough to employ me "Who wants to employ an old hag anyway?, I asked. I would be out on the streets if I was not here. . All the bosses want the young tight girls ". Saying this, I lifted my tits. He was sweet: he said that he thought I looked young and nice. I laughed saying that it was just a temporary feeling and kissed him boldly for saying such a thing. I moved back immediately and appeared frightened and asked him whether he was angry with me for being bold. I told him that if he was angry with me he should punish me himself but that please he should not complain to you. I told him of the incident when somebody had complained about the way I had spoken to him on telephone and you had pulled out my tongue with a pair of hot tongs. I showed him the marks and then bent down pressed myself against him and begged him not even to say this to you. I loosened him up, Sir, as best as I could. I undressed him, poured a drink for him, took a gulp and emptied it with a kiss in his mouth, massaged him, had him handcuff me and rubbed myself all over him took him to the bathtub soaped him and bathed him. All the while I kept telling him how you punish me and he got harder and harder. At this point I was just in my panties. I asked him how he wanted to punish me. I also without his noticing itpaged the young bimbo you had organized and she entered the room. Even before he could react she was in her garter belt and all over him. We took sides - right and left - as we sandwich massaged our client with me handcuffed and really working hard. Sometime I think he caught on to the act as he grabbed my hair and said that you are not being as good as the other chick. I gave him a blowjob. He was obviously satisfied and his hand pulled him off my panties. His mouth hang open when he saw the thin padlock. I braced myself for his angry blow but luckily the bimbo was between his legs. I explained what you had told me to that he such a handsome young man was not expected to fuck a sagging cunt like me so we had organized this hot little number for him while I was just supposed to settle him in and leave. I had liked him so much that I delayed calling the young girl and worked on him. I was crying and told him that he could beat me as much as he could. The keys to my cont trap were with you. Through the night this gentleman and the bimbo tied me up and thrashed me while they made me suck them and drink their piss. I will present my bruises to you for inspection as and when you require." As I finished the report my client came in. "Your secretary- I have forgotten her name - was very rude yesterday. You must keep her in line " was his first comment. That day you took turns making Suzie scream. And at the end of the day I had got a contract. I should be in line for a new promotion and a new young tart.
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