Story: After Hours (Part 1)

AFTER HOURS
Part 1

By Tcheser

It was a quarter of five Janie noticed as she filed the last reports of the day. A few more minutes and she would be on her way home. For once she would escape unscathed. The thought both thrilled her and made her a little sad. She couldn't help but quietly giggle though as she rose from her chair behind her receptionist desk though. She only had to remain out of sight for less then 15 minutes and she would be able to go home for the weekend. Thinking quickly she remembered that the plants needed water. She could go about the office and water the potted plants and plant hangers and before she knew it she reasoned it would be time to go. So creeping quietly past the frosted windows of her boss’s window Janie went out into the rest of the office. No one emerged from the office to stop her so she blissfully assumed no one observed her.

The office was empty. On Fridays they all left an hour early. That is except for Janie and her boss, Mr. Mann. Normally she wished she was allowed to leave early too. Today though she was somewhat glad of that fact that she was in the office almost alone. She didn't want to be seen dressed as she currently was by her coworkers. She had purposely spent the entire day, including lunch, at her desk to avoid them. She didn't know why she had chosen to wear this particular outfit today. It was far from the style she normally favored and was expected of respectable working women.

Normally she wore sharp sedately colored suits or career outfits that make her look dedicated and professional. Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirrored wall she couldn't help but blush and stifle a little laugh. She was an attractive blond woman and at 25 she could have her pick of men. Why she had chosen to display herself in the short pink v necked netball style dress and white sneakers with pink trimmed white ankle socks was a mystery. The dress barely came down to mid thigh leaving a lot of her long tan legs uncovered. With the light natural look makeup she had chosen to wear that day and her hair in a pink scrunchie she looked very young and she hated to say it… naive.


Shaking her head at her silliness she hurried and went back to watering the plants. She didn't do it too fast of course. She needed to waste about five minutes still. A few minutes later the plants were all done though. She had even watered a couple twice. She then went to straighten things up a bit to use up the rest of her time. She was going to make it today. She could feel it. Her boss would never expect her to stay after work. It had always happened during the work day. He would never think to give it to her after work hours would he, she suddenly pondered. No, he wouldn't she finally decided. He was too predictable.

Looking at her watch she saw it was quitting time. With a smile she almost skipped back to her desk to get her little fall jacket. She was just about to pull it on when a voice came over the intercom on her desk. It was her boss. Hesitantly she picked it up. “Yes, Mr. Mann?” she inquired crisply. She had in the past lost her composure when speaking with her boss and had vowed not to do so again.

“I lost track of time is the office in order?” Mr. Mann asked.

“Yes, sir. Everything is in order and all the staff has gone home.” Janie replied.

“Good. Good. I think we’re about done here then.” He responded pleasantly. It looked like she was going to get out of here after all. Then her boss spoke again. “Just pop in here for a sec first.” And Janie’s hopes were crushed.

“Yes, sir” Janie answered sullenly before taking the trail of tears into her bosses office.

When she entered she found Mr. Mann behind his desk still doing some paperwork. She made her way across the thick carpet to stand in front of the large wooden desk. Janie was in the same situation again she realized. She hadn't escaped despite all her scheming. Still she could resist him though. If she was strong enough that was.

Mr. Mann suddenly folded his files and looked up at his receptionist. Looking her over quickly he smiled. She couldn't help but blush for some reason. He made her so uncomfortable but at the same time she seemed to long for him. She would be strong though she said to herself.

“Janie” Mr. Mann then said and at that moment Janie nearly lost it. The burning in her loins was driving her mad. She felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm. “Please come here.” And very childishly she shuffled over behind his desk to stand where he directed her. He pivoted his chair around so he could study her intensely as she stood only a few feet from him. His gaze made her uncomfortable and she shifted from foot to foot like a child that needed the restroom and rung her hands together before her.

“Have you been abusing yourself, Janie?” he asked abruptly.

Janie was so taken aback by the question she didn't know what to say. At the same time she was irresponsibly turned on. She didn't know what to say or how to respond. Her knee’s seemed to buckle beneath her and yet she stood. Her hands seemed to have a mind of there own twisting and wrestling with one another.

Finally Mr. Mann grabbed one of her hands and pulled her even closer to him. “Quit fidgeting, girl and give me an answer”. He slapped the hand he held as a punishment.

Her hand stinging and all she quickly answered now. “No, sir. I haven’t been abusing myself.” Despite the disturbingly unprofessional nature of the question she couldn't help but answer and feel bad for not having done so earlier.

“I think you’re lying Janie” He then accused her. “I can smell it from here. You've been masturbating behind your reception desk haven’t you?”

“No, sir!” Janie responded emphatically shaking her head no.

“I’d better check then shouldn't I” Mr. Mann then stated with a gleam in his eye. Then before Janie could say another word he pulled her very close to him with one hand and with the other pulled up her short dress. She was mortified as her panties came into view. For some reason she had worn very plain, very cutesy white cotton full cut panties today. She had plenty of other panties of silk and satin and lace after all. Having her boss see them was terrible.

Halfheartedly she tried to push him away and pull her dress down, but he was adamant. He also didn't like her interference and gave her three hard swats to her delicate posterior to dissuade her from it. When she gave up and just held her hands under her chin and looked down at him tearfully he continued with his inspection. With no regard for her modesty he slipped his hands in the waste band of her panties and pulled them down to her knees.

Her shaved privates sprang into view then and Janie nearly collapsed as he said “Janie, you’re a naughty girl”. She didn't think she was naughty, but maybe shaving ones privates was. She had done it on a whim a week or so ago and had oiled and kept it smooth since. He looked at her more closely and slipped his fingers into her folds. “Yes, you have been naughty, Janie. You’re all wet.” He said and she couldn't help but become wetter as he digitally stimulated her. “You’ll have to be punished!” and with that she ended up in the position she had most dreaded.

Mr. Mann pulled her by her hands over his lap until she could touch the floor on the other side with her fingertips. Then came the lecture and after that the spanking. It was hard as always and quickly turned her ass first pink, then red. When she could take no more and was bawling and kicking like a naughty little girl he finally stopped. She knew she could then end her punishment by pleasuring him and she accepted.

He dropped her off his lap and pivoted his chair again so she kneeled sloppily between his legs. Her hair was mussed; her makeup streaked by her tears, her panties around one foot and her dress was rucked up obscenely. She knew what was expected and so as he unzipped his pants she removed her dress and bra. Unhindered he could then titty fuck her as he liked. After a bit of this he had a big smile on his face and was hard as a rock so she then slipped him in her mouth as he preferred. When he was close to coming he pulled out and shot his load all over her pert breasts. It was thoroughly humiliating for Janie.

When they were done he went back to his work and told Janie to go home. She scurried to obey and leave his sight as quickly as possible such was her shame. Then she grabbed her jacket again and left the building to catch a bus home as she had been doing recently despite having a perfectly good car at home.

Back at work Mr. Mann smiled at another satisfying session with Janie. He was getting to really rely on it and it was fast becoming the best part of his day. He couldn't believe Janie had been a frigid headstrong career minded prude just a month ago. The subliminal messages he put on her computer had really done the trick.

His programming had really been a doozy too. He had Janie very horny and horribly submissive, but had her gain no satisfaction from it. He programmed her to be turned on by being humiliated, but totally unaware of the fact. Additionally he had made it so she would became incredibly aroused when he called her Janie, a name she as an independent self minded feminist previously regarded as demeaning. She had always told people to call her Jane. He had also been responsible for her wardrobe change and her desire to take the bus. He always enjoyed the thought of her riding the bus home with her breasts shamefully covered in her bosses cum.

Satisfied with his programming he was, but he knew it could be better. Alone in the office he worked on a few changes. Janie should wear her hair in pigtails more often he decided and it wouldn't kill her to buy a few pairs of knee socks to wear around the office now would it? A few key strokes later and he was certain that by Tuesday Janie would have an irresistible urge to put her hair up in ridiculous pigtails and where of all things knee socks. Now what was he going to do this weekend he wondered. Then a thought popped into his head “I wonder how often Janie checks her work email during the weekend?”

To be continued…