1. Dress Code, part 3


    Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    ignorantia legis neminem excusat ; lack of knowledge would not have excused you. I further suspected, as I observed to you, that your choice of undergarments yesterday was an intentional flouting of our rules. So I have one question for you. Were you or were you not able to do laundry last night?” “Yes sir, I mean, no sir,” Anne stammered nervously. She was confused. Answering yes was untrue, although it seemed the safer answer. But she did not think she could lie successfully to Mr. Slater. “Which is it, Miss Burlington? Did you do laundry, which would suggest you were at least telling the truth yesterday? Or did you not, which would indicate either that yesterday was a willful rebellion, or even perhaps that you are still not in compliance?” “I, uh… I didn’t think… I was trying to...,” Anne had a hard time formulating her words, particularly when she looked around, hoping for support or sympathy, and found none in Ms. Davenport’s stern expression. At this, the female partner made her voice heard for the first time. “Dear god, Burlington, what my long-winded colleague really wants to know is what you’re wearing underneath your blouse and skirt. Did you see fit to follow the firm’s rules today, or do you still think that you are too good for our policies, even though you presumably do not sneer at your paycheck?” “I dressed appropriately, ma’am,” Anne answered quietly. Something about Ms. Davenport’s elegant beauty and aggressive manner made Anne very nervous. “And what does ...
    that mean, young lady?” “I’m wearing a thong, and stockings, and a lace bra.” Somehow describing her undergarments seemed particularly intimate and revealing. This time it was Mr. Mawhinney who spoke. “After your defiance yesterday, I’m not sure we can take you at your word.” His tone was friendly even though his words were somewhat less so. “I think we need more positive proof, don’t you agree, Miss Burlington?” “I, uh… suppose so,” Anne said, hating the fact that she had stammered yet again. Ms. Davenport broke in, “Then we all agree. Good! Remove your blouse, Miss Burlington, and when you have done that, take off your skirt.” This was it. She was going to undress in front of all three of her bosses. Given the fact that the senior partner had spanked her, fingered her, and gotten a blow job from her the previous day, this should not have seemed as hard as it was, but Anne’s fingers nonetheless trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse, starting at the top and working her way down. She was intently aware of the three pairs of eyes watching her. Not making eye contact, she allowed her blouse to fall partially open, revealing a glimpse of her bra, which stayed mostly covered. She unzipped her skirt at the back and allowed it to fall in a puddle at her feet. Her blouse was long enough that it mostly covered the front of her panties. She felt her nipples begin to harden in nervousness but also with embarrassed arousal. The frisson of the moment also produced a tingling between her ...
«1...345...1011»