Powerless
I sat down at the conference room table and looked about. Others were still milling around talking about work, telling jokes and odd stories. Then she walked in. The new Marketing Manager’s Assistant. I had noticed her about the office before but never got a good look at her. My eyes naturally followed her. She had a fresh young look about her. The kind of look that would lead you to believe that she was innocent to the ways of sex. But of course that was not the case. Through the grape vine I had heard that she was a savvy young business woman who knew her way around the office and around men. The word was that she was a single mother of two and she had spiteful side to her especially when men tried to hit on her.
As she crossed the back end of the conference room table I discretely looked her up and down. She looked great. She was professionally dressed wearing a light blue sweeter and a matching long skirt that came down to her shins. Her skirt was made from a light weight cotton fabric just thick enough for it not to be transparent. It draped over her waist and thighs snugly but not too tight to draw undue attention. Under her clothes it was obvious she had a wonderful feminine body. She was curvaceous but none of her features were over stated. Her breast were petite but were well shaped and perfect for her body size. Her stomach was flat except for a slight hint of a mature woman’s pooch. Her ass was well rounded slopping back slightly from the small of her back and accentuating her entire waist which I consider her best asset. Viewing her from the side I traced down over her breast, down her flat stomach, back over her rounded ass and then down her thighs as they scissors back and forth as she walked.
I had to divert my eyes as she turned and headed down my side of the table. I looked up and returned her smile as she pulled the chair out on my right side and sat down next to me. My heart raced briefly. By now every one was taking their places. In this last bit of commotion before the meeting started I took the opportunity to quickly glance at her. I could not help myself as I glanced down at her waist and lap. I lustfully took in her image. She had crossed her legs, left over right, and the fabric had pulled tight over her thigh and ass. The healthy shape of her legs were obvious. I traced my eyes down her thigh to her knees and then back up and around her waist to her ass. The tight fabric revealed a hint of the edge of her panties underneath. I felt a stirring in my pants. As I looked up I could not help staring at the side of her face and cheek. Her skin was slightly flushed and appeared to be baby smooth. She slowly turned her head and glanced over smiling to acknowledge my presence. I smiled back as I melted with desire. She had a great warm smile. I never wanted a woman more.
As the meeting started I realized I would not be able to keep my eyes off her. The chairman stood at the head of the table to my right and she would always be in my line of sight. As the meeting went on I found myself taking quick fleeting glances down at her thigh, lap, and ass, and up at the side of her breast and cheek ever time the chairman turned to point at some overhead charts or figures. The meeting was boring as usual and I found myself awaiting each discrete glance at her.
As the meeting neared a close I could not help taking one more wanton look at her. At an opportune moment I glanced down to her thighs. It was apparent that her thighs were very smooth and soft under the fabric. I felt myself get hot as I undressed her legs with my eyes picturing them naked as I slowly pealed up her skirt to the top of her thighs. I pictured myself placing my right hand on her left thigh and running it softly back and forth feeling her smooth soft skin. I then traced my eyes up to her lap and crotch. I picture her trim pussy tightly folded and nestled between the heart of her inner thighs and covered by a pair of very light and airy white cotton panties. I pictured running my hand up her skirt to her pussy and pulling her panties aside and pressing my fat middle finger up into her tight wet pussy. I then quickly traced my eyes up over her flat stomach to her left breast where I pictured her nipples tightly nestled in place by the thin fabric of her bra. I pictured myself softly fondling her breast through her bra and then leaning down and taking her nipple into my mouth. I pictured myself suckling her nipple through the material until it was hard and stood out clearly and wet through the fabric. I then pictured myself ripping off her bra and fondling her bare breasts and continuing suckling her nipples until they were tender and red.
As I came back to reality I slowly looked up from her breast. My heart stopped as I looked up at her face. She was staring right at me. I froze as a sense of panic overcame me. She had turned red and had a look of shock and disgust on her face. She harshly and abruptly turned head back towards the chairman.
“......Well that’s its. Thank you all for coming,” the director said. My heart was still pounding as I collected my note pad and readied myself to leave. It was then that I felt her hand land firmly on my right forearm. I immediately looked down. My eyes confirmed what my mind already knew. It was her hand. I immediately looked up at her. She was not looking at me. She was looking over at the door and the rest of the people leaving. As I nervously fidgeted she increased the pressure, holding my forearm down firmly on the table. It was obvious she did not want me leave. I did not move and waited for her. As the last person filed out she released my arm and abruptly turned and looked at me. She was still red in the face.
“I saw the way you were looking at me,......,” she said firmly, pauses for a moment and then continued, “...and I do not believe it is appropriate.”
I felt myself turning red. I didn’t know what to say.
“Look I will be working late tonight,” she said as she stood up, “I suggest you stick around so that we can settle this. Now is not the right place or time.” I felt my heart sink. She turned in a exaggerated fashion and then headed towards the door confidently sashaying ever so slightly as if she were teasing me. At the door she turned and said “I do not want to take this to HR, so I expect you will be at your desk. I will call you and let you know when I am free to talk to you,” she said strongly and confidently with what appeared to be a smirk on her face. I felt powerless.
At my desk I could not concentrate and time passed slowly. I was unsure of what she would do or what she wanted. An hour had passed after quitting time and she still hadn’t called. Was this some joke of hers, I began to think. Was it her way of getting back at me by making me stay late and then never calling me. Those thoughts quickly vanished as I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang. It had to be her. No one else would call me so late. The phone rang again as I anxious hesitated.
“Hello,” I said as I finally lifted the phone.
“Good, you are still there. Meet me in the far conference room on the second floor.” she demanded and then hung up before I could respond. The far conference room that is the same conference room where we have our weekly meetings, I thought to myself as I nervously gathered my things. As I headed for the stairs I was consumed with anxiety. As I entered the second floor I noticed that the far conference room light was on and the door was open. As I approached my heart pounded harder. I stopped before I reached the door and set down my things. I knew she was in there and I needed to collect myself. I took several deep breaths but it didn’t seem to help. I first peaked and then stepped into the doorway. She was at the head of the conference room table at the far end of the room. She was seated pushed away from the table with her legs crossed and she was holding the conference room pointer stick in her hands. The same pointer the chairman uses every week in his presentations.
“Come in and close the door behind you,” she demanded. I did as she said. As I approached she tapped the pointer stick in her left hand.
“That’s good. Stop, stand right there,” said demanded as she used the stick to point at the floor in front of her and to her left. My heart was still pounding.
“You know what would happen if I filed a complaint against you, don’t you.”
“Yes,” I meekly said.
“Well I’m not going to do that, but I do feel you need to be punished.”
I again did not know what to say. A moment of silence passed and then she continued. “So as punishment I think I will humiliate you.’ Another moment of silence passed as I could tell she was measuring me up.
“Since you like looking at woman inappropriately like objects, I will treat you inappropriately like an object,” she finally said. She again paused as she continued to gauge my reaction. I did not protest. My god what was this woman up to, I thought to myself as my mind was swimming.
“Very well then,” she said with a mysterious smile, “take down your pants.”
“What....excuse me,” I said almost immediately in a shocked tone as I could not believe my ears.
“You heard me take down your pants,” she said as she extended the stick and tapped my belt.
I hesitate as I began to feel a sense of embarrassment.
“Well,” she said strongly, “or would much rather I file a complaint.”
I found myself mindlessly moving my hands to my belt as a strange sense humiliation and excitement overcame me at the same time. My balls began to tingle.. I worked the buckle and the front clasp and zipper of my pants. My pants fell in a bunch at my ankles.
“These too,” she demanded as she tapped my shirt and tie. I mindlessly did as she instructed. I first loosened my tie and then yanked it down and off. I then unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I again hesitated as I stood there in only my undershirt and underwear with my pants around my ankles.
“Well, we don’t have all night,” she demanded again as she used the stick to tap my undershirt at my chest. My heart pounded as I did as she instructed. In one quick motion I pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossing it aside. There I stood almost completely naked except for my briefs which displayed a thickening bulge.
“These too,” she said with a smirk as she slowly raise her stick and poked 1,2 at my thickening cock through my briefs. I could not believe what I was doing. I could not believe I was about to pull down my underwear in front of her exposing myself to her at work. I mindlessly continued. I put my thumbs under the elastic band and slowly pulled down. As my underwear came down passed my cock my cock flopped free and hung heavy and semi erect. I looked up at her as I pulled my underwear further down off my waist to my thighs. She was staring right at my crotch and cock. She had become noticeably flushed and her nipples were becoming noticeably hard through her sweater. I yanked my underwear all the way down. As I righted myself she pushed her chair back further and stood up. “Face the table,” she demanded.
I complied shuffling my trouser bound ankles.
“That’s good now bend over,” she demanded.
I complied again bending over the table and exposing my backside to her. It was now obvious what she was going to do to me. A strong sense of humiliation overcame me as it finally truly sunk in that I was naked from ankles up and helplessly bent over a table in front of this woman who I hardly knew and who was about to punish me with chairman's pointer stick. I held my breath as she stepped behind me and placed the stick between my legs about mid thigh. “Wider,” she demanded as she whacked the stick from side to side between my thighs. My heart pounded as I spread my legs further. From her position she had a very personal view of my ass, the back side of my balls, and my thickening cock as it still hung down heavy between my legs.
“That’s good,” she said as she slowly brought the stick up my left inner thigh to my crotch. She held it there between my balls and my inner thigh for a moment and then she slowly pulled the stick straight out dragging it over my tender skin. She stepped to my left side and placed the stick firmly across my ass. She moved the stick over my ass feeling its shape. She raised the stick as I again held my breath and then she brought it down hard on my ass. I jumped and winced in pain. My cock thickened and became more erect. She raised the stick again and whacked down hard. I jumped, winced and more blood rushed into my cock.
I’m sure she was aware of my engorged cock which was now sticking straight out from my crotch.
She continue to whack down on my ass making it red and tinder. Each time she whacked, my cock would throb. I felt a familiar surge building in my balls. “Aw poor baby, you are turning red,” she said as she placed her free left hand on my ass and rubbed the tinder area. My ass was on fire where she had whacked me. She slowly slide her hand down to the side of my waist and then down and around near my cock and balls.
“My goodness what’s this, huh,” she said provocatively as she slowly reached further and found my erect shaft and balls. She fondled my balls and then wrapped her hand around my cock with her palm down near the base and began to softly stroke down and then back up.
“You are so perverted getting such a hard-on like this. You like this don’t you. You know for this you will have to be punished more harshly.”
Before I could respond she whacked down hard on my ass again. My cock throbbed again violently.
“Ohhh...my!” she said as she felt how alive my cock was as it throbbed and become extremely thick and hard. I began to breath very heavy as I felt my balls get ready to burst. She whacked me again and she again felt my cock throb. “Ohhh my goodness, she said again as my cock continued to throb. Sensing my impending climax she quickly released my cock staying off my ejaculation.
She took a step back and took a deep breath herself. “Stand up,” she demanded.
I did as she said and turned to face her. My cock was very stiff and sticking straight up at her. The tip was glistening with moisture and the head was steely smooth and deep purple. It pulsed with every heart beat.
“Turn to you left,” she demanded.
I did as she commanded and turned to my left. She raised the stick and placed it flat across my thighs. As she slowly slide the stick up my thighs I looked down and watched. She brought the stick all the way up over my balls to the base of my cock. I held my breath as she raised the stick ever so slightly and then lightly whacked it back down on my balls at the base of my cock. I flinched in pain and pleasure. I felt and watched my balls pull up tight against my body.
“So what makes you think you can look at a woman like you do. Huh,” she said harshly as she slowly traced the stick up the underside of my cock and then down the top side to the base. “So tell me what you were thinking when you were looking at me so inappropriately, when you were looking at my legs, my ass, and my breasts.”
I hesitated as she used the stick to trace back up the top of my cock and then back down to my balls.
“Tell me,” she demanded as she tapped the stick softly on my balls at the base of my shaft. “Tell me or I will whack you so hard you will cry.” With that she raised the stick and to make her point she whacked it down hard on my thighs just below my balls.
I winced again as my thighs stung with pain. “I....I....was caressing your thighs with my hands,” I blurted out mindlessly.
“And,” she demanded as she resumed taping lightly on my balls at the base of my cock.
“I...I ran my hand up between your legs and I... I shoved my finger deep inside you.”
“Is that so, continue,” she demanded matter-of-factly in a labored voice as her taps became harder.
“I then fondled your breast and sucked on your nipples until they were hard and red,” I confessed.
“Was that appropriate,” she said harshly as she raised the stick a little higher and whacked down harder on my cock and balls. I jumped as my cock pulsed and throbbed violently and my balls pulled up even tighter against my body.
“No,” I could only softly say under my breath as I winced.
“I did not hear you,” she demanded again and again as she whacked down hard on my cock and balls. My balls swelled with sperm and ached. My cock stiffened even harder stretching the skin to its very limit.
“No,” I yelled
“Say it again,” she demanded as she whacked down very hard.
“No,” I yelled at the top of my lungs as my balls finally exploded and a thick stream milky white sperm shot out from my cock like a canon.
“Say it again,” she yelled over and over as she whacked me again and again.
“No! No! No! I yelled as with each whack a thick ejaculate stream after thick stream erupted from my cock. My legs became weak as the last milky stream shot forth. My cock and balls throbbed as they continued to attempt to ejaculate but nothing came up. As my orgasm subsided I fell to my knees. My balls ached.
A few moment passed before I finally looked up at her. She was standing there confidently with the stick in her right hand pressed into the carpet like a cane. She had a victorious smile on her face.
“I think you have learned your lesson,” she said. With that she turned and walk out of the conference room. My balls ached for a week and to this day I have yet to be able to look her in the eye.