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 'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave'
               Part Thirteen 

        
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.

By six o'clock the moaning had stopped and Donal's
erection still unrelieved, gradually died away as the
tension set in again. He hadn't dared masturbate,
risking only a little rubbing on the outside of his
trousers. Although while listening to her he had been
sorely tempted, it took an extreme effort of will to
resist. His underpants were hot and sticky from his
arousal and he was sweating in what was a very hot
outer office.

Karin was relaxing with a dry martini in her own air
conditioned office and reading a magazine in the quiet
of the early evening. She never liked the traffic at
this hour, generally favouring a late stay in the
office prior to leaving at seven or seven thirty. There
were rare occasions when she left early, but as a rule
she felt that this was bad for office discipline. A
company functioned much better if the employees had
respect for their boss.

By six fifteen he thought he had better try knocking
again, but as he did so the intercom crackled into
life, "I said WAIT, wanker."

Donal was flabbergasted. 'She's got a cheek', he
thought, 'while I've been frying out here, she's been
tossing herself off in there and she calls ME wanker.'
He remembered that bitch last night - she had used the
same phrase. Why was everyone calling him a wanker
these days?

He paced like a caged animal around the outer office
for about fifteen minutes until he heard her order over
the intercom. "Come in!"

When he entered, she was flicking through a magazine,
her back was to him with her legs on the sill of the
enormous one way window running the length of her
penthouse office. He could see little of her, as the
back of her chair obscured most of the view. All he
could see were stiletto heels on the sill, seamed
stockings rising to a dark band that disappeared under
her skirt reflected in the window. Her hand was
flicking the pages of a magazine on her lap.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" Karin
questioned.

Donal was shocked that she could behave so callously,
flicking through a magazine while his fate was
pondered. He mumbled, "I'm sorry Ma'am?"

"So you admit to embezzlement then," Karin accused.

There being no other chair in the office Donal was
standing like a nervous schoolboy. "Well, hardly
embezzlement," he protested, "a few lousy quid."

"The amount is irrelevant," Karin pronounced, "Four
hundred pounds is not a few lousy quid. It is
embezzlement, which you have just admitted to. Is that
not so?"

"Well I suppose it could have been that much." Donal
wished she would stop flicking those pages and turn
around. Her voice was very familiar. He was sure he had
spoken to her recently, but he could not remember
speaking with anyone from Shedom in all his time at the
bank. He concluded that he must be mistaken.

"The security report is on my desk, as is a witnessed
confession. You will get no sympathy from me. Read the
report and sign and date the confession if you wish my
help." Karin ordered.

As he was reading the report he mumbled an apology, "I
really am sorry Ma'am, I just got in over my head."

"Sign the confession then you can apologise properly,"
Karin instructed. She heard his pen scrawling on the
paper and ordered "Now get on your knees under my desk
and I will allow you to apologise properly."

Donal protested, "You can't be serious, surely?"

Karin insisted, "Oh! but surely, I am deadly serious.
We must take the first step in rehabilitating you,
mustn't we?"
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