Author : S M Partlowe
Publisher : The Red Spot Press
ISBN 13 : 131177971X
Total Pages : 19 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (117 download)
Book Synopsis The Naughty Employee (Gay, Discipline, Spanking, First Time) by : S M Partlowe
Download or read book The Naughty Employee (Gay, Discipline, Spanking, First Time) written by S M Partlowe and published by The Red Spot Press. This book was released on 2014-06-27 with total page 19 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, humiliation, discipline, punishment, anal sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older. Jason's young and handsome boss Tom Haley has always taken a special interest in him, ever since he first came to work for Tom at the age of sixteen. After Jason loses the order form of a very important client, Tom punishes him as he often has before: with a sound spanking. But on this occasion, he settles onto Tom's lap to take the punishment under his strong hands only to find his confused feelings for his boss pushed out into the open by the unmistakable throes of orgasm. When questioned, Jason is forced to admit that he has always been hopelessly aroused by the discipline Tom administers. Now that all feelings are out in the open, will this day prove a nightmare or fulfill the fantasy Jason has never allowed himself to admit he wants? Excerpt: Shakily, and with his help, I lifted myself off his legs and started to stand. I wobbled for a moment, and then found my balance, and he took his steadying hands away. I knew it was too late to conceal what had happened, so I did not try. My slowly softening cock stuck out in front of me as I stood upright. My eyes stayed locked on the ground. I couldn't bear to look at him. "That's never happened before," he said, his tone deceptively mild. My cheeks burned hotter but I could not think of anything to say. "Would you care to explain it?" My eyes locked on the floor and my face growing redder still, I shook my head. "I thought I was joking when I said you enjoyed being disciplined," he said. "But it's true, isn't it?" I bit my lip, trying to tell myself this was all a bad dream and what had just happened had not actually happened. "All this time I thought I was punishing you when you got out of line, but you've been enjoying it. Answer me." I drew in a shuddering breath and managed to look at his feet. "Yes, sir," I said. I physically recoiled as the word 'sir' emerged from my mouth again. "I'm sorry," I blurted, close to tears. "I never ? I mean, it's just ? I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I don't try to make you angry with me or anything. It's just the way it affects me. The way being around you ? " I clamped a hand over my mouth, horrified that I had said too much. Even without glancing up, I could feel the way he was looking at me. I stared at the floor and tried to ignore the still prominent form of my cock as it shrank, embarrassingly slowly, in my soiled underwear. Another hot wave of humiliation rose in me at the sight of myself and unwedged my underwear and pulled up my pants. "Perhaps this explains a few things," he said. "Maybe I should not be so surprised. Maybe it's my fault that I did not see it before." I dared a shy glance up at him to see how mad he looked. To my relief, his expression was thoughtful, devoid of the disgust or betrayal I had dreaded seeing there. "Well clearly, Jason, the arrangement we have been operating under cannot continue, can it? You've given me a lot to think about." Nervously, I straightened my pants again, feeling the squelch of the come still in my underwear. If only he would say something definite, something to indicate how he felt about this. I could not deny that a small part of me imagined him being maybe a little intrigued. But that was just a childish fantasy, too much to hope for. "You'll need to go home to change, and I think it would be best if you took the afternoon off," he said after a moment. "But it's clear we need to talk about this - when there isn't work to be done. Come by my apartment, would you, after I've locked up for the night." I bobbed and nodded. "Yes, s-" I shook my head, as though to clear it, and began to move towards the door. "And Jason?" he said. "Yes?" "You haven't lost any more orders you might want to tell me about, have you?" I shook my head, even my ears burning at this final jab, and left the room.
