Appropriate Punishment

 It just happened because I find leather so arousing. This smooth, cool material, which first makes me happy. There is no other way to explain and certainly no one to understand why what happened happened...

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

I had found that the only way I could be satisfied, I mean adequately satisfied, was through dominance. I needed the Lord to punish me and could only find proper satisfaction in proper punishment. Most of my relationships didn't last very long because I had never found a partner who could endure my submissive inclination in the long run. So all I was left with was the changing affairs or the one-off sexual contacts, which wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either.
Nevertheless, I naturally longed for a long-term relationship with someone whom I could be in bondage to and trust unconditionally.

One day our company was bought by one of our biggest competitors. We got new employees, many old ones were laid off and the entire executive floor was replaced. One colleague after the other had to present himself to the top boss, was eyed and then released back to his old job, mostly in disgrace. Some had to change jobs and were often demoted and rarely promoted in their pay bracket. What I had heard so far about the new boss was really hair-raising. He should be a real creep. I'd only seen it from afar and couldn't really form a proper opinion. I just hoped, like most of my colleagues, that somehow it would be bearable with him. That the happiest time of my life should begin with him,
When it was my turn to be assessed by him, I nervously entered his office. He sat with his back to me, talked on the phone for a long time and ignored me for a while. His behavior didn't exactly make him sympathetic and I had no choice but to wait with growing anger. Then finally he turned to face me with a thud 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 watched me. He examined me carefully. Very detailed. Too verbose. He didn't do that with my colleagues. Most of the time he didn't even pay attention to them during the whole interview.
When he finally spoke to me, my hair stood up and my abdomen grew restless. My nipples tingled badly and, much to my annoyance, they erected. I squinted down and was horrified to see that they were pushing through even the tight fabric of my bra and the even heavier fabric of my blouse. I was amazed at the change in my body. And guessed something that I actually couldn't have guessed yet. When I could no longer look past him without seeming rude, he met his appraising look of cool, bright, gray eyes, confirming what my body already knew...
After half an hour of conversation, I had received a decent salary increase and had been appointed second executive secretary with immediate effect. I left the room on shaky legs, looking forward to working with him more closely.
Back at my desk, still confused from the conversation, I mentally summarized what had happened. My new boss, a man in his fifties, balding and untrained, with a coarse face and piercing eyes, had triggered something in me that I knew only too well: the urge for total, submissive satisfaction!
My desire to be close to him grew stronger every day. I consciously sought his closeness and in my position I had the best reasons for doing so.

It was a Monday afternoon when he called me. He seemed to be in a bad mood, which kind of aroused me. "What were you thinking when you wrote 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 eye, spotted a ridiculous little mistake that wasn't 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!
"Nevertheless - punishment must be!" He pushed his chair to the side, got up and grabbed my arm. Not gentle, not rough. "Lie down over my desk!"
Everything that would have been unbelievable, unacceptable and inexplicable to anyone else made perfect sense to me.
I deserved and expected the punishment. I obediently lay down on the lacquered table. He jerked my skirt up and whistled softly through his teeth. Ever since I started working for him, I wore my leather underwear almost every day. And just today I had selected the tiny dark red panties that were open at the crotch.
"You beast. Do you think you can provoke me with your laundry… wait a minute!”
I caught a glimpse of him pulling a long red whip out of his desk drawer. She was made of beautiful braided leather and immediately aroused me. He stroked the smooth material over my bottom. Back and forth. Circled my buttocks and slowly let the ends slide down my legs. I groaned in surprise when I suddenly felt the knob of the whip in my open panties. And moaned louder as he inserted it into me. I closed my eyes blissfully. My boss pulled it out again and examined it closely. "You're due, my child!" He grinned arrogantly. "You need some serious punishment." He smacked my rear end with the ends of the whip for the first time. The sweet pain triggered overwhelming excitement in me. I longed for more punches. For sweeter pain And he would be extensive 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…” No one would dare come in unless invited. And nevertheless …

He pulled down my panties and hit me again. Harder. ruthless. My pleasure level swelled. My nipples wanted out of my bra and blouse. I grabbed her and squeezed her tight. My abdomen vibrated to the beat of his punches. And again he introduced the whip-head. Longer, deeper, and he rotated it inside me until I bit my fists with excitement. Disappointingly, he pulled the lusty toy out far too quickly. His blows really hurt now. He turned my head and kissed me demandingly. They were the best kisses of my life. Then he alternated at breakneck speed between the external and the internal punishing application. 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 my delight and had to restrain myself from expressing my greed too loudly and for someone in front of the door.
I turned my head as far as it would go and stared in delight at his lustfully contorted face. I had never been possessed by such an unattractive man. I had never longed so much for punishment. I watched impatiently as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his stiff member. It was a lot bigger than I had hoped. It would do me good...
As he entered me, face flushed with sweat from exertion and greed, I felt close to heaven. Although he thrust hard, he didn't let the whip rest, but continued to work the pommel on my buttocks. It would be pretty red in the morning and I wouldn't be able to sit properly. His movements were hectic and a bit awkward. I'd certainly had better lovers, but none had been able to give me such submissive pleasure. But his excitement was perfect. He kept thrusting endlessly. My body convulsed in ecstasy as I suddenly felt the hilt of the whip on my anus. I shamelessly begged him to bring it in.
He laughed excitedly and whispered in my ear, "You can't get enough. I knew it. I knew it when I saw you walking through my door..."
His member and the leather knob seduced and spoiled me. Put me in unbridled greed and pushed every reasonable thought out of my mind. Should the secretary come in, everyone should see what he was doing to me. It would only give me more pleasure. But of course the door stayed tightly closed while he treated me so beautifully. The knob slid deeper and deeper into me and provided the most animalistic pleasures, while his powerful penis finally drove me to a redeeming orgasm. We came almost together. Sweating and moaning, he collapsed on my back as his hot pleasure mingled with mine in an all-consuming stream.
I gasped as we melted together and the knob caused pain deep inside me that crowned my climax.

"Get dressed!" He was surprisingly in control of himself while I struggled to regain my composure. It took a little while for me to transform myself back into the at least outwardly well-behaved secretary who had entered his office a few minutes before.
"I don't need you anymore today!" Embarrassed, I smiled at him. "But that doesn't mean your sentence has been atoned for." I felt a surge of hope. "From now on, I'll be watching you closely." He cleared his throat. "And with the slightest mistake..."
We've been a couple ever since. The uncouth, rude boss and I, his mild-mannered, dainty secretary. Does anyone know anything? And if so. I do not care. All that matters is that I get the proper gratification from him with the proper punishment...