Kyla Part 1
“Come in” He barked at the faint knocking at his office door.
She entered timidly. She was petite, with long dark hair, tied up high on her head in a ponytail. A pretty round face with dark eyes, a button nose and full pouting lips. She was wearing a thin grey smock which finished just above her knees. The nipples of her pert little breasts were clearly visible through the old worn material of the smock as was the outline of her panties. She was barefoot.
She stopped just inside the open door and stared at the polished floor with a mixture of fear and uncertainty on her face. She had been in the here now for just over two weeks but this was the first time that she had come face to face with him.
“Shut the door and stand there” he said coldly without looking at her, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room just in front of his desk. “
She stood trembling a little, with her head down, shoulders slumped and her hands clasped nervously in front of her.
He remained behind his desk in silence, casually flicking through his phone paying her no attention whatsoever. Finally, he puts the phone down and stares at her for a couple of seconds. He then turns his attention to his wristwatch, slowly removes it and carefully places it on the desk. Then he rises, picks up the rigid leather strap from his desk and slowly walks behind her.
“What’s your name?” he demanded.
“Kyla” she said nervously
Smack! He whacked her across her left buttock with the leather strap. She jumped in shock and the sharp stinging pain caused a tear to well in her eyes.
“Sir” he said menacingly.
“You call me sir when you speak to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir” She stammered.
Smack! He struck her across the right buttock this time.
“Again” he shouted
“Yes sir” she said her voice quivering.
This time the welling tears spilled down her checks.
“Good. Good girl Kyla” he said lowly
He walked round to face her and sat perched at the edge of the front of his desk.
“You will need to follow a few simple rules during our little chat Kyla. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir” She said nervously.
“Rule number one, you always address me as sir. Understand?”
“Yes sir”
“Rule number two, you speak only when spoken to. Understand?”
“Yes sir”
“Rule number three, you will never look me in the eye without my permission. You keep your eyes down at all times.”
“Yes sir”
“Good, good” He said cheerfully
Again he got up and slowly walked over to her. He stood to the side of her, slowly leaned in and spoke softly into her ear
“And rule number four is, and this is really important Kyla."
"You always” he whispered
Smack! Again he brought the strap sharply stinging across her left buttock.
“Always”
Smack! Across her right buttock this time,
“do exactly as you are told.”
She entered timidly. She was petite, with long dark hair, tied up high on her head in a ponytail. A pretty round face with dark eyes, a button nose and full pouting lips. She was wearing a thin grey smock which finished just above her knees. The nipples of her pert little breasts were clearly visible through the old worn material of the smock as was the outline of her panties. She was barefoot.
She stopped just inside the open door and stared at the polished floor with a mixture of fear and uncertainty on her face. She had been in the here now for just over two weeks but this was the first time that she had come face to face with him.
“Shut the door and stand there” he said coldly without looking at her, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room just in front of his desk. “
She stood trembling a little, with her head down, shoulders slumped and her hands clasped nervously in front of her.
He remained behind his desk in silence, casually flicking through his phone paying her no attention whatsoever. Finally, he puts the phone down and stares at her for a couple of seconds. He then turns his attention to his wristwatch, slowly removes it and carefully places it on the desk. Then he rises, picks up the rigid leather strap from his desk and slowly walks behind her.
“What’s your name?” he demanded.
“Kyla” she said nervously
Smack! He whacked her across her left buttock with the leather strap. She jumped in shock and the sharp stinging pain caused a tear to well in her eyes.
“Sir” he said menacingly.
“You call me sir when you speak to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir” She stammered.
Smack! He struck her across the right buttock this time.
“Again” he shouted
“Yes sir” she said her voice quivering.
This time the welling tears spilled down her checks.
“Good. Good girl Kyla” he said lowly
He walked round to face her and sat perched at the edge of the front of his desk.
“You will need to follow a few simple rules during our little chat Kyla. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir” She said nervously.
“Rule number one, you always address me as sir. Understand?”
“Yes sir”
“Rule number two, you speak only when spoken to. Understand?”
“Yes sir”
“Rule number three, you will never look me in the eye without my permission. You keep your eyes down at all times.”
“Yes sir”
“Good, good” He said cheerfully
Again he got up and slowly walked over to her. He stood to the side of her, slowly leaned in and spoke softly into her ear
“And rule number four is, and this is really important Kyla."
"You always” he whispered
Smack! Again he brought the strap sharply stinging across her left buttock.
“Always”
Smack! Across her right buttock this time,
“do exactly as you are told.”
3 years ago