1. Punishment Required


    Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Jinxy, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    and the boss. “Have a wonderful weekend, Jenna.” “After this long week, for sure. See ya Monday.” She waves and I get back to work. Friday’s are always the most stressful, because everything needs to be set up for the Sunday edition, along with codes and Monday rally. That’s where people get picked to do certain articles, so everyone has a fair chance at getting the good ones. I’m already behind on my work, because I had to help Jimmy with his computer problems. Now I fear I’m not going to get my own work done. The ticking of the clock, like every evening, is loud and knowing. I feel that evening panic that fills me with fear, but also a rush to finish. It’s become a game to me. A serious game, but a game nonetheless. Lost in my work, I don’t even hear the clock anymore, I’m too focused. I want to win this game, as I have every night so far. I don’t know if it is because I’ve gotten too sure of myself, or helping Jimmy on his computer problems, but the next thing I hear is Mr. Pierce’s voice. “Emily,” he says, still in his office. His voice loud and demanding, but not rude. “Could you come in here please?” I glance up at the clock and it's ten minutes after six. ‘Shit, shit, shit. Oh god, I’ve really fucked this one up. Damnit, now I’m gonna get fired!’ My heart is racing so hard in my chest, I can feel it thump against my ribcage. “Coming…” I say, standing, trying to steady my breathing. I flatten my skirt and I head to his office. My hands won’t stop shaking. *~* When I ...
    enter Mr. Pierce’s office, he only briefly looks up at me, then waves a hand towards one of the chairs in front of his desk, motioning for me to take a seat. He continues to tap away on his laptop for several minutes, not looking at me or saying a word. I’m not sure if I should say something or just sit there and wait. I use common sense and say nothing, mostly because I’m afraid of being fired… After several long moments, Mr. Pierce looks up at me as he closes his laptop. His desk is neater than any desk ought to be, with just his laptop, a single light and a photo of his niece and nephews. During the days, his desk is littered with paperwork and files, like anyone else. However, we all have personal items on ours as well, to make it easier to go about our days. “It seems, Miss Donovan, that you are late today. It’s been what, almost three months since you’ve started your new job? I had high hopes for you, but after today, I don’t know. I know it’s only ten minutes, but I strictly said six o’clock, didn’t I?” I know he’s upset, as he uses my last name. Mr. Pierce is fairly laid-back with that kind of thing. He doesn’t sound angry, his voice is professional, as I have always known him to be. Except there is an undertone, I just can’t place it. I try not to focus too much on it and more at the words he is saying. “I’m sorry, Mr. Pierce. There was a lot of work to do and I had to help someone with a computer issue. That took longer than I'd hoped, but I knew I could fix it. I ...
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