Appropriate punishment

 It only happened because I find leather so exciting. This smooth, cool material that first attracts me and then makes me happy. There is no other way of explaining it, and certainly no one to understand why what happened, what happened ...

I had worked for the same company for a long time, had secured my secure position over the years, I had a nice salary on my account on the first of the month and my colleagues were generally okay. I had never mixed my personal life with my professional life. It was nobody's business what I did in my spare time. And if someone had found out, they would have thought badly or disparagingly of me. Better to keep a low profile on this. I didn't want anyone to know about my sexual preferences ...

I had found that the only way to be satisfied, I mean to be adequately satisfied, was to be achieved solely through dominance with myself. I needed the gentleman to punish me and could only get adequate satisfaction in the appropriate punishment. My relationships usually didn't last very long because I had never found a partner who could endure my submissive inclinations over the long term. That left me with changing affairs or one-time sexual contacts, which wasn't the best, but also not the worst.
Still, I naturally longed for a long-term relationship with someone I could be unconditionally subservient to and trust unconditionally.

One day our company was bought up by one of our largest rival companies. We got new employees, many old ones were given notice and the entire executive suite was replaced. One colleague after the other had to introduce themselves to the top boss, were eyed and then dismissed, usually in disgrace, to his old job. Some had to change their position and were often downgraded and rarely upgraded in their salary class. What I'd heard about the new boss so far was really hair-raising. He should be a real disgust. I had only seen him once from a distance and actually couldn't make up my mind. I just hoped, like most of my colleagues, that he would be bearable somehow. That the happiest time of my life should begin with him,
When it was my turn to be assessed by him, I nervously walked into his office. He sat with his back to me, talked long and hard on the phone and paid no attention to me for a while. His behavior didn't exactly make him likeable and I had no choice but to wait and see with increasing anger. Then finally he turned to me with a swing and stared at me. I blushed under his piercing gaze. First red, then pale and I got warm, then hot. For whatever reason. A hot wave shot through my body as he looked at me. He looked at me carefully. Very detailed. Too detailed. He hadn't done that with my colleagues. He had mostly ignored them during the entire interview.
When he finally spoke to me, my hair straightened and my abdomen became restless. My nipples tingled a lot and, much to my annoyance, they straightened up. I glanced down furtively and saw with horror that they were squeezing through the thick fabric of my bra and the even thicker fabric of my blouse. I was amazed to see the change in my body. And suspected something that I actually could not have suspected yet. When I could no longer look past him without appearing rude, I met his appraising look of cool, light, gray eyes, which confirmed to me what my body had known for a long time ...
After half an hour of conversation, I had received a decent pay raise and had been appointed second chief secretary with an immediate disposition. I left the room shaking my legs, looking forward to working with him more closely.
When I was back at my desk, still very confused by the conversation, I summarized what had happened. My new boss, a man in his fifties, with a bald head and an untrained figure, a coarse face and a piercing look, had triggered something in me that I knew all too well: the urge for total, submissive satisfaction!
My desire to be close to him grew stronger day by day. I consciously sought his closeness and in my position I had the best reasons for it.

It was a Monday afternoon when he called me over. He seemed to be in a bad mood, which kind of aroused me. "What did you think of that letter?" He growled angrily and added "Probably nothing ...".
I looked with interest at the letter he reproachfully held out to me, and with my practiced eyes I discovered a ridiculous little mistake that was not worth mentioning. I looked at him apologetically and waited, my heart pounding. There was something in the air that I thought I had been waiting for years. "If you didn't have such great tits ..." I hadn't misheard!
"Still - punishment must be!" He pushed his chair aside, got up and grabbed my arm. Not gentle, not rough. "Lie over my desk!"
Anything that would have been incredible, unacceptable, and inexplicable to anyone else made perfect sense to me.
I deserved and expected the sentence. Obediently, I lay down on the lacquered table. He jerked my skirt up and whistled softly through his teeth. Since I started working for him, I wore my leather underwear almost every day. And just today I had chosen the tiny dark red panties that were opened in the crotch.
"You beast. Think you can provoke me with your laundry ... Well wait! "
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull a long red whip out of his desk drawer. It was made of beautiful braided leather and excited me instantly. He stroked my bum with the smooth material. Back and forth. Circled my buttocks and let the ends slide slowly through my legs. I groaned in surprise when I suddenly felt the knob of the whip in my open panties. And moaned louder as he introduced it into me. I closed my eyes blissfully. My boss pulled it out again and examined it closely. "You are due, my child!" He grinned arrogantly. "You need a lot of punishment." He hit my bottom with the ends of the whip for the first time. The sweet pain caused an overwhelming excitement in me. I longed for more blows. For sweeter pain. And he would be ample in his punishment, I hoped.
The telephone rang. I held my breath. He picked up the phone. "Yes please?" It had to be the secretary. "Not now! I don't want to be disturbed… ”Nobody would dare to come in unless he asked. And nevertheless …

He pulled my panties off and hit them again. Harder. More ruthless. My pleasure level swelled up. My nipples wanted out of my bra and blouse. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly. My abdomen vibrated to the beat of his beats. And again he inserted the whip-pommel. Longer, deeper, and it rotated inside me until I bit my fists in excitement. Disappointingly, he pulled the lustful toy out too quickly. His blows really hurt now. He turned my head and kissed me demanding. It was the best kisses of my life. Then he alternated between the external and internal punitive application at a rapid pace. He pulled the whole whip more and more urgently between my thighs. Back to front and back again. "N / A, My goodness? How do you like your treatment? ”I whimpered with relish my delight and had to withdraw, not to express my greed too loudly and for someone in front of the door.
I turned my head as far as I could and stared delightedly into his lascivious contorted face. I had never been possessed by such an unattractive man. I had never craved punishment like this before. I watched impatiently as he unbuttoned his pants and took out his stiff member. It was a lot bigger than I hoped it would be. It would do me good ...
When he penetrated me with a red face, wet with sweat from exertion and greed, I felt very close to heaven. Although he thrust hard, he did not let the whip rest, but continued to work my butt with the pommel. It would be nice and red the next morning and I would find it hard to sit. His movements were hectic and a little awkward. I certainly had better lovers, but none of them had given me such submissive pleasure. But his excitement was perfect. He pushed on endlessly. My body writhed in ecstasy when I suddenly felt the butt of the whip on my anus. I shamelessly begged him to introduce it.
He laughed excitedly and whispered in my ear, “You can't get enough. I knew it. I knew it when I saw you coming through my door ... "
His member and the leather knob seduced and spoiled me. Put me in unrestrained greed and suppressed every reasonable thought in me. Should the secretary come in, everyone should see what he was doing to me. It would just give me more pleasure. But of course the door stayed locked while he treated me so wonderfully. The knob slid deeper and deeper into me and provided the most animalistic pleasures, while his powerful penis finally drove me to a releasing orgasm. We almost came together. Sweating and moaning, he collapsed on my back, while his hot lust mingled with mine like an all-devouring stream.
I gasped as we melted together and the knob deep inside me caused a pain that crowned my climax.

"Get dressed again!" He had himself amazingly well under control, while I was struggling to keep my composure. It took a while to transform myself under his surly gaze into the at least outwardly well-behaved secretary who had only entered his office a few minutes ago.
"I don't need you today!" I smiled at him, embarrassed. “But that doesn't mean that your sentence has already been atoned for.” Hope rose in me. "From now on I'll be watching you closely." He cleared his throat. "And with the smallest mistake ..."
We've been a couple ever since. The rude, coarse boss and I, his gentle, petite secretary. Does anyone suspect something? And if so. I do not care. The only thing that matters is that I get the appropriate satisfaction from him through appropriate punishment ...