Cynthia's Punishment

Cynthia Merrick dropped a client file in John's in-tray and winked at him as she passed. Her walk from his desk was deliberately suggestive - the long strides she took forced a perfect bounce from her behind as it swung from her hips. The Accounts boys sounded their appreciation with a chorus of whistles.

She headed to the break room, passing by the open door of Nina Hanson's office, unaware that her little show had also aroused her boss' attention.

Pouring herself a coffee from the jug of the drip brew, Cynthia turned at the echo of high-heeled footsteps joining her in the kitchenette. She saw Nina entering and grinned broadly.

Raising her mug in acknowledgment, she said, "That time of the morning, huh?"

Nina's lips crept into a sly smirk. "We all have our vices," she replied. "But, actually, I came to enquire about the database I asked your to put together last week."

"Oh," said Cynthia, her smile fading. "I haven't got to that yet."

"Well, then perhaps we'd better continue this conversation in my office."

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Guest Writer Ignaga: Tongue Tied

This story was submitted to me by Ignaga, a contact of mine on Facebook.

So, thanks Ignaga, for this delicious little taste.

Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

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I don't know how long I have been asleep on the sofa for, but when I come round it is dark, very dark. In fact, with the blindfold on I can not see anything. I go to pull it away from my eyes, and then I realise I am going nowhere, I can feel the bindings around my wrist. Not tight, but tight enough to keep me in place. Deprived of sight I strain my ears, hoping my other senses would somehow be able to get me free.

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Chained to the Job

Ms Nina Hanson is back in this second installment of The Erotic Office - to teach these two subordinates how to work together.

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Jennifer marched into her boss' office, shoving the door open, Phil, hustling in after her.

Their boss, Nina Hanson, looked up, unimpressed by the interruption. She brought her hands from the keyboard she'd been typing at and folded her arms under her breasts.

"Well?" leading them to explain themselves. It was Thursday afternoon and she was tired from a long week of back-to-back meetings.

"Neens," Jennifer began, calling her boss by her office nickname, trying to appeal to perhaps some female camaraderie.

"I can't work with him anymore. It's impossible!" Jennifer threw her hands into the air as if to say she had given up.

Phil, stepped forward - he was eager to defend himself. "You're the one that's impossible," he hissed, his pointed finger jutted towards Jennifer and he narrowed his eyes.

Then he stepped forward and placed both of his hands on Nina's desk, "We -know- what you're like." His eyes looked sideways as he addressed his boss - his intention: to invoke Jennifer's short temper.

Nina just raised her eyebrows. She could see she was going to have to deal with these two...

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Her Pink Mistress (Part 2)

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Now, where were we? 

"Now that you've had your pleasure, little one," Jane said sweetly. "Don't you think I should get a turn?" Jane's fingernails grazed across the satin slip as she spoke.

Adele lifted her head, her eyes widening, and she wondered what Jane meant.

Jane placed two fingers to her own mouth and smiled again. She turned to the selection of toys on the shelves behind her and pondered what she would use next.

And so it continues...

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By Request: Her Pink Mistress (Part 1)

For & inspired by the pink-haired Miss Kc...

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Adele blew, sending a soft wave of air floating between her toes. She was painting her toe-nails a fresh shade of "Petal Pink".

"That looks cute, Del," Fiona remarked, smiling. Fiona was Adele's best friend and they were enjoying a quiet night of bubbling wine and pampering together.

"Are you sure your step-mom doesn't mind you having me over?" Adele asked. Fiona's step-mother, Jane, was known to be fairly strict sometimes, even though she was only 25 - barely older than Fiona herself.

It was mostly these reasons that led Fiona to dislike her. She suspected that Jane had married her father for his money, and she was disappointed in him for falling for Jane's seduction. Leather, lace and big red lips, thought Fiona. How obvious could you get? Still, her father had eaten it up, and they were married within months.

But Adele was intrigued by Jane, with her bright pink hair, and tight, laced bodices that poked above the buttoned cardigans she often wore. Jane seemed to walk everywhere with purpose, with confidence. Adele could see why Fiona's father liked her...

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Guest Writer Demon Ted: Hotels & Handcuffs

This story was submitted to me by my good friend, Demon Ted, and edited by me. 

For all you male subs and female dommes out there, I think you will enjoy!

Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

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She came shooting down the road in her not-quite-paid-off 1998 Honda Civic - cigarette in mouth,  windows rolled down, going 50 in the 35mph zone. She was late for work again, but didn't seem to care.

Lisa worked at a hotel, cleaning rooms. Hotel 5 wasn't exactly the best place to stay, unless you like crackhead parties and 10 dollar hookers, but it was a job.

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Shhh...: Taken Amongst the Shelves

"Shh... it's a library," came the cold, scowling hush of the Head Librarian, as she looked up from her desk.

Lilah gave her an apologetic glance as she bent down to collect her things. She had tripped and stumbled, dropping her bag as she entered the student library. Her belongings had clanged across the floor, causing everyone around her to stop and stare.

As she clambered to gather everything, she realised, with horror, that her pink, mini-vibe had skittered across the floor. It was lying next to a table leg on the other side of the Library foyer. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed it, but they all seemed to have lost interest in her and were returning to their own business.

Glancing over to the table, she noticed a girl writing on a piece of paper up against the wall. Was that... Victoria? Victoria, or Tori as they called her, was quite popular among the campus. If she saw Lilah's little toy she would be sure to make the story known. But Tori seemed busy with what she was writing.

Lilah took a deep breath and walked quickly over to the table, preparing to crouch down and quickly pocket the vibe before anyone could see. But she was too late, as she bent over she saw only a pair of black leather boots where the vibe should have been...

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Quickie: Against the Wall

"When i am Queen, you will be first against the wall..." she'd said, eyes narrowed.

But he'd known her intentions (unlike the quote she'd cited) were not for execution, but for hard, punishing sex.

And with that she'd marched from the courtroom.

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That was the last time John had seen her, Sara Blanc. She'd been furious that his client had successfully sued hers. Only an ambitious young lawyer then, intent on her road to infamy, she was now renowned as one of the most successful civil lawyers around.

Scorned women clamoured for her favor, her service, when they divorced their husbands, sought child support and sued their exes. She was bold, ruthless in court, and damn scary in civil negotiation.

And now, here he was, sitting across the table from her client...

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By Request: Come into my office...

Requested by M, but I hope you'll all enjoy.

Got your own story request? Send an email to: ljpane@gmail.com

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He hung up the phone, dejectedly. The Swanson account. He couldn't believe he'd lost it. What had he done wrong? Had he not paid enough attention to the clients? He racked his brains trying to think of where he'd gone wrong.

His friend from Accounting was obviously first to hear, Mike realised, seeing his friend George marching down the hall towards his desk.

"Tough break on the Swanson account, Mike," George consoled, offering a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hanson's gonna break your balls over this one - look out".

And he was right. No more than 10 seconds after George passed by did Mike's desk phone ring again. It was Nina Hanson, his boss. And she was mad. Two minutes. Her office. Shit...

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