“Yes, Christopher. You flirting around my female staff members is something I take seriously. I can not have that in my corporate facility. I need you to be concentrated on doing what I require from you, that is one hundred percent efficiency,” Miss Lexington said loudly, as she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her.
Chris was feeling very nervous now as he didn’t think it was that bad that he had touched her heels, and for chatting regularly with some of the girls on the top floor. Charlotte mainly, but she was certainly not happy about it all. She then slapped him round the cheek as hard as she could before she continued speaking.
“It seems you still need extended discipline, Christopher! Right, put your hands behind your back,” she demanded.
Doing as he was told Chris, sat on his knees with his hands behind his back. Miss Lexington then came and sat on the end of the bed and, crossing her leg, looked at him with a frown. Her eyes pierced him through her spectacles.
“We are getting there aren’t we, but there is still some work to do, mainly on you, fully knowing your place in my presence, Christopher,” she said firmly.
Miss Lexington then made him take two cushions that would have normally been on her bed, and place them side by side. Next, she demanded he pick up the big pile of used Telegraph sheets, including the queen size, taped together broadsheets she used to cover them both whilst on the bed. He had to place them in a tidy pile on top of the cushions. He did everything exactly as he was told. At this time, the pile was approximately a foot tall.
She then told him to pick up two telegraph sheets together and to screw them up tightly, and unravel five times over. Doing as she demanded, she then instructed him to bunch his fingers and wrap the crumpled Telegraph sheets around them to create a cylinder shape. Once he done, she told him to get to his knees and hold the crumpled sheets out and squeeze the other end, so there was only one opening. She then picked up her magazine and, rolling it up, began to tap his cock with it.
As soon as he was erect, she placed it beside him and told him to watch her backside, and to not to let it out of his eye-line. He throbbed as he watched her bum in her tight pencil skirt whilst she walked over to a drawer.
Bending over slightly, she pulled a tube of lubricant out, picked up the roll of sellotape she used for wrapping him, and came back over. Telling him to hold out the crumpled, rolled sheets, she poured lubricant around on the inside, then took it off him and plunged his cock inside it. She told him to hold it in place tightly, whilst she put some tape around to secure in place.
Miss Lexington grabbed his wrapped cock and, sticking her backside out, started walking backwards towards the bed. Chris had to shuffle along on his knees as she led him, having hold of his wrapped cock. She reached the edge of the bed and sat down. The broadsheets on the bed made a crinkling sound, as she then looked at Chris and spoke.
“Pass me my magazine, please, Christopher, now!” she said firmly.
Chris turned to his left and reached for her thick magazine. He saw the Duchess of Cambridge on the front cover, and a smaller one of Cher, standing with some other, older female. He handed it to Miss Lexington, and she tightly rolled it around his cock, which was inside the scrunched up, Telegraph sheets. She began to slowly masturbate him using the thick length. She then spoke.
“Eyes on me at all times, unless I say otherwise, Christopher,” she said firmly.
The lubed-up broadsheet “vagina” she had demanded him to make, and insert his erect penis into, was a strange but nice sensation, and although he felt a little humiliated, it was making him nervously aroused. What especially made him blush was, having to look Miss Lexington in the eyes as she gently masturbated him. Although, the opera singer belting out one of her melody’s, and Chris having to look at Miss Lexington, did make it all the more arousing for him.
After around forty seconds, Chris’ eyes were looking drowsy as he was becoming more and more aroused by the peculiar masturbation he was receiving from Miss Lexington. She then quietly spoke.
“Oh my, it seems you are enjoying this; well, this is meant to be a disciplinary, Christopher!” she said with her firm tone rising.
With that, she stopped and stood up. She dropped her thick magazine on the floor and, looking down at Chris, she spoke loudly.
“That pile atop the cushions. Lay your body on them this instance!” Miss Lexington boomed at him.
Chris looked up at her and replied.
"Yes, Miss Lexington, of course, what about this wrapped around my cock, Miss?” he said nervously, pointing at the taped sheet containing his cock.
Miss Lexington glared at him and spoke.
“You will keep that on and insert it into the pile of broadsheets you have created. It is a precautionary measure in case you happen to ejaculate, and I most certainly can not have that over my carpet. So, Christopher, do as you are required!” she said firmly.
Miss Lexington picked up a Sunday Telegraph and placed it atop the pile as Chris did as he was told. He got into position on his knees and put his cock inside the pile, and laid his body on it. The broadsheet was smooth as he laid his body against the pile. He realised the position that he was in and confirmation arrived when he saw Miss Lexington's perfectly manicured hand reach for the Hello Magazine next to him.
He squinted his eyes as he awaited the first strike on his buttocks.
Miss Lexington, meanwhile, had noticed he was expecting it and waited for him to open his eyes and look toward her. In that moment that Chris relaxed, she swung the heavy, and thick magazine downward and it slapped against Chris’ backside.
The repeated magazine spankings began. Miss Lexington put a lot of effort into each stroke, and she was making sure there was a perfect connection with Chris’ buttocks. After approximately twenty spanks, she stopped and spoke.
“Well, my goodness, Christopher. We can discuss how we go forward with keeping my project data in good order at my office later this week. For now, I need to discuss with you why you feel the need to flirt with and distract my female staff members,” she said firmly.
As she finished speaking, she struck Chris across the backside twice more.
She then continued to speak further.
“You come up to my floor and distract Charlotte. Now, she’s such a lovely girl that she will happily talk to you, and yes, I know she does have a liking for you, but I can not have her unfocused at this time whilst there are important upcoming projects. You know firsthand the importance, especially now this company is on the world stage. We are understood, aren't we, Christopher?” she said firmly.
Chris looked up at her and spoke.
"Yes, Miss, I fully understand, and I am fully aware of the importance. You can also rely on me for all of your requirements,” he said nervously, but clearly.
Miss Lexington then replied.
“I’m glad we understand, Christopher. Now, take your eyes off of me for now, and you will look at my shoes unless I require otherwise,” she said in a strict manner.
Miss Lexington then slowly walked back and forth a few times in front of Chris and he kept his eyes firmly fixed on her expensive black, with red under soles, high-heels. She then walked over to her mirrored wardrobe, opening it and bending down to pick up a similar pair of heels. She slid the wardrobe shut, and walked back over to Chris and placed the heels in front of him.
“You will look at those whilst the ones I’m wearing are out of view. Understand, Christopher?” Miss Lexington boomed at him.
“Y-yes, yes Miss, I understand,” Chris replied.
He focused his eyes on the black heels, noticing the underside were also red.
He then received a heavy spank across his backside that then led into a spanking session that lasted around Five minutes. His cock had gone rock solid as Miss Lexington struck his buttocks countless times. She would strike his backside a few times before walking around him, strike his backside again and walk round the other side of him. She spoke out loud, reminding him why he was here, and in this situation. Although he was very aroused by this, he didn’t want to come, as it would have been humiliating.
“Especially in front of Miss Lexington, but maybe that is what she intended, humiliation?” he thought to himself.
He wondered if he even had any come left after the way she had milked him over this weekend.
Miss Lexington then announced she was giving him two more spanks. He received the very firm strikes, and then she threw the thick magazine on to the floor next to him. Next, she came round to the front of him, and he did as he was told, watching her high-heeled shoes whilst still in position from the spanking. Miss Lexington then stood with her hands on her hips and lifted her right foot up in front of Chris’s face and spoke.
“Kiss it now, and kiss it well, Christopher,” she said firmly.
Chris wasted no time in firmly kissing her shoe repeatedly until she put it down. She then lifted her left foot and demanded he firmly kiss the other shoe. Again Chris did as he was told.
Miss Lexington, satisfied with his shoe worship, then walked around to his left side, where she lifted her left foot up and placed it on Chris’ back, slightly digging the heel in. Chris winced at the prod but continued to stare at the pair of expensive high-heels placed in front of him. Miss Lexington then spoke.
“Whilst you work under me, you shall become my requirement, Christopher. I can make sure you reach certain levels of the corporation, but only as long as you submit yourself to me and my requirements. That’s if you would like your job to become more comfortable than it already is? I do not require an answer now, but it’s something for you to think about this week,” she said in her professional tone.
Chris was already in thought about that proposal.
She swapped her left foot for her right and placing on Chris’ back; she spoke further.
“Well, Christopher, that’s another part of the disciplinary complete. You may stand up and take that off of your penis, and make your way to the en-suite to use the lavatory,” she said in a more friendly tone,.
After taking her right foot from Chris’ back, he stood up. He took the taped, crumpled sheet off his cock and placed it on the floor next to the large pile of broadsheets he had been laying on. He looked at Miss Lexington and thanked her before heading into the en-suite.
Chris went and urinated in the lavatory, thinking about how peculiar the last twenty minutes had been. He just chuckled to himself, as although it was strange, he got a thrill out of it, as Miss Lexington was very strict, but sexy as hell. He would ask her more about this offer she was hinting at about being her “requirement”, and potentially rising up within the company, a bit later on.
Chris finished in the en-suite and arrived back in Miss Lexingtons’ bedroom.
She was standing with her hand on her hips and a very stern facial expression.
She then motioned for Chris to lie on the bed.
Chris obeyed in an instant. He climbed back onto the broadsheet-covered bed. His backside was a little tender and the feel of the cool, smooth Telegraph sheets was a relief. Miss Lexington restrained him, then wrapped, and covered him in Sunday Telegraph broadsheets once more.
Returning to her dresser and picking up the glasses and the empty bottle of champagne, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. With just the sound of the opera and the decor to look at, Chris just lay there and awaited Miss Lexington’s return. She came back around half an hour later with another fresh bottle of champagne and two clean glasses. Placing them on the dresser next to the now half-pile of Sunday Telegraphs, she walked over and closed the bedroom door. She returned to pour the champagne. Picking up her glass, she then sipped about half the glass in one. Then, with her stern look, she stared at Chris through her spectacles and she walked over to the bed with his glass, and sat to the left side of him. She then spoke.