White Collar Punishment and Reward

London, England 2014




Minna Palmeston sighed and murmered an angry "blast it!" as she sat at her desk surveying the line of figures for the umpteenth time. Something was definitely wrong.

As the head of section, she was ultimaely responsible for expenditure in her team, and somewhere in the last quarter, her team's budget had blown out enormously. She knew that as section head it would be the herself required to explain to the director that her section's finances had gone awry.

Minna sighed again and crossed one stockinged leg over the other. Over the years she had risen in the organisation, through sheer hard work and determination, to now occupy the position of section head. She had a reputation throughout
the organisation as being stern, yet fair.

She was a striking figure, a divorced professional woman in her mid forties, she could pass for at least a decade younger. With her short bobbed blonde hair, her ice blue eyes and trim figure, she knew that behind her back the men in the
office secretly undressed her with their eyes every day. She knew that there was a certain kind of man who admired a woman who dressed the way she did, in severe business suits and skirts, stockings and heels. Minna knew she was attractive, but never let that fact get in the way of her professional demenour. Work was work, was her motto, and outside was
outside, and never the twain should meet.

Minna glanced at her watch. 6.07pm, perhaps the director would still be in his office. Making one of the snap decisions she was famous for throughout the organisation, she decided that she would take the initiative, go on the offensive, have it out with the director and lay her cards on the table and get it over and done with now, then home for a hot bath and a glass of chardonnay to unwind after a stressful day.

Mina rose from her desk, picking up the sheaf of papers she would show the director. She set off down the empty corridor, noting with irritation that the last of her staff had left
at least half an hour ago. It irked her that she was often the first in every morning, and nearly always the last to leave of an evening.

Arriving at the director's office, she saw that he was still seated at his desk, tapping away at his computer, his rather handsome features illuminated by the luminous green screen. "Ah, hello Minna, " he greeted
her, "still here I see. No rest for the wicked, hey?"

"Hello Clive. Listen, I have something to show you.
You're not going to like it". Minna's middle class English accent somehow compounded her working demeanour,
making her sound both professional and in control.

She handed the director the papers, and watched him as his
brow furrowed as he read the figures on the printouts. "You're quite right, Minna. I don't like this, I don't like it one bit. How has your section overspent itself by nearly half it's quarterly budget? I must say, I'm
very disappointed at this, very disappointed indeed. I would have expected a lot better from your section, and from you". Clive held the sheets of paper in one hand, the other removing his modish, narrow framed glasses and tapping them against the paper.

Minna blushed hotly, unfamiliar with being rebuked. "That's just it Clive, I don't know where these figures have come from. It just doesn't add up".

"That's not good enough Minna, and you know that. Unless someone in your section has been fiddling the books, it looks to me like a case of bad financial management. We may have to audit your team to find out".

An audit! Those dreaded words stung Minna like a slap. An audit would mean her good reputation on the line, all her hard work, the great achievements she had made for her own career and for the organisation. "Oh no Clive, not an audit. I will get to the bottom of this, I promise".

Clive surveyed her thoughtfully. She was a fine looking lady, without a doubt. In her severe business skirt, white
blouse and jacket, she looked the picture of the professional office manager. Yet her femininity was without question,
apparent in the jut of her breasts, the hint of black brassiere beneath the sheer white blouse, the swish of her stockinged legs. Clive cleared his throat, looking Minna in the eye.

"There may be a way round this, you know. We could write off the overspend as an operational expense, put it down to a project here or there. Of course... you would still be required to atone for your carelessness."

Minna felt a wave of relief surge throuh her. She was off the hook! "Anything Clive, I'll do anything".

"All right... " said Clive, giving her a look of mischief. "How about you close the door, and come and stand before my desk." Minna closed the office
door, and presented herself before her immediate superior. "Now... remove your jacket, blouse and skirt".

Minna was shocked. She had expected perhaps extra duties, the temporary removal of her company car or expense account, but not this. Playing sex games in the office! It went against the core of her professional being. "Clive, I...
I..." she was lost for words.

Clive's demeanour hardened. "You DO want me to write off that overspend, don't you Minna?"he said coldly. "Do as I say, NOW."

Minna tremblingly removed her jacket, and began to undo the pearl buttons on her sheer silk blouse. Clive's gaze followed her fingers greedily as one by one they were released, her blouse falling open to reveal her firm breasts enclosed by a lacy black bra. She removed her blouse and stood semi naked to the waist.

"Now your skirt". Minna's hands found the zip at the back of her business skirt, and unfastened it to let it fall at her ankles. Clive smiled lasciviously as her most personal, intimate attire - lacy black knickers, suspender belt and stockings - were revealed to his eyes.

"You certainly dress nicely for yourself, Minna. I know for a fact you don't have a man in your life, since you divorced Charles. Who would have thought you'd be the sexy fraulein beneath that hard exterior?"

Minna did not answer, her eyes downcast in shame... and yet, loathe as she was to admit it to herself, she was beginning to grow excited too. How long it had been since a man had seen
her in her underclothes!

"Good girl" said Clive approvingly. "Now, turn around. Let me see that famous tight arse of yours".

Minna turned away, presenting her rump to her boss, thefull knickers stretched over her ample yet toned buttocks
and framing them like a work of art.

"Wonderful..." breathed Clive. "Now, Minna, turn towards my desk and lean forward, placing your palms down flat. DO NOT turn around."

Minna complied. Clive rose from his desk and deliberately stepped behind her, out of her line of vision. "Have you ever been spanked, Minna?" he breathed into her ear. She had to admit that she hadn't. When married to Charles she had often tried to initiate more adventurous activities into their lacklustre love making, however Charles, no less career minded and driven than his wife, had never displayed much interest in even the mildest of
sexual variations. "No Clive, I haven't"... she confessed.

"You are about to be, my dear. Now, I want you to count with each stroke. If you stop, or miscount, I will have to start all over again. Ready?"

Before she could answer, clive brought his palm down with a heavy swat, savouring the crack of his hand across her silken knickers. "One!" Minna cried. She quivered at the blow, her buttocks bobbing invitingly. It stung, but oh, how erotic it felt! Clive's palm again landed
across her knickers, with a loud crack. "Two! Three! Four! Oh, Five! Six!"

Clive ceased spanking her and edged her knickers down over her hips, surveying his handiwork. Her naked bottom was now a blushing pink, contrasting nicely with the white of Minna's thighs. He noted with some surprise Minna's shaven vulva, this woman was certainly revealing a side to herself no-one in the office would guess at. Taking up a plastic ruler from his desk, Clive continued Minna's punishment, enjoying the way her naked buttocks wobbled with each slap of the plastic against her flesh.

"Seven! Eight! Nine! Oh, Clive... Ten! Eleven! Twelve!"

Clive ceased his punishment. Minna's bottom was now a fiery red colour where the ruler had paddled her. "A dozen of the best Minna, which you've taken like a woman.
I am pleased with you."

Minna was breathing heavily... "please, Clive...
don't stop!" she gasped hoarsely. "Two
more, I beg of you!"

Clive was suprised at this display of wantoness in the famously staid and proper Minna. Still, he was only too happy to comply with her wishes. He brought the ruler down across her bottom
twice more, in sharp strokes, the loud crack resounding in the confines of his office. Minna fell forward across the desk, panting and gasping loudly. "Clive...please... it's been so long... I'm so turned on...
my husband never did this with me... please fuck me!"

Clive unzipped his business trousers and let them fall,
along with his silk boxer shorts. His discipline of Minnahad left him aroused and heated, and he was now yearningly erect. Swiftly he withdrew his wallet from his coat pocket, extracting and expertly unrolling a condom onto his hard cock. Positioning himself behind Minna, he gripped her hips and plunged into her velvety smoothness.

Minna groaned loud and long at the intrusion, her first man since Charles. Establishing a rythm, Clive slowly but determinedly pumped into her, feeling the walls of Minna's pussy gripping him. With his right hand he unfastened her brassiere, releasing Minna's full breasts. He reached around and found
her erect nipples, flicking them with his thumb as he pumped into her. With his other hand he reached between her buttocks
and rolled his thumb around the pink, winking eye of Minna's anus, rubbing it in time to his strokes.

"OOOOH, Clive..." Minna groaned, "that's it, touch my arse. Oh, this feels so good... I haven't done this in so long!" Clive increased the rythm of his thrusts, pistoning in and out of her gripping pussy
at a steady rate. "Oh, Clive... I think, I think... I'm going to cum!" Minna squealed. She could feel the pressure building in her belly, the irresistable velvet wave of orgasm rushing forward like a tide on a beach,
claiming her in it's embrace. Clive could feel his own orgasm rising, and deliberately gripped Minna's hips in his palms, pumping into and upward, his cock hitting her g-spot, the base of his pubic bone grinding against her engorged clit. Minna squealed long and loud as her orgasm gripped her, her whole body shaking as she was released on a torrent of pleasure and emotion. Clive spurted into the condom, his strokes gradually subsiding as he deflated and withdrew from Minna's warm, enfolding pussy. He held Minna as their trembling subsided, their breathing growing regular.

Clive straightened and tucked himself in, drawing Minna's knickers up from her ankles and positioning them in place.
He kissed her on the neck, and murmured, "you know,
this could be the start of something..."

Minna could only smile to herself, and silently agree.

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