Most women in her position would have been horrified or enraged to be discussed in such an off-hand manner. But her husband’s penchant for making her suck stranger’s cocks and perform other degrading acts in public had changed her and she was not surprised to feel her pussy become very wet in response to the way the women talked about her.

She heard the woman from Human Resources leave and wondered what was coming next...

This was the part of corner time that she really hated. Unable to see anything but the two walls that were inches from her eyes, forbidden to move her head or her position, and no idea how long she would have to stand there.

It didn’t take long for her to become increasingly uncomfortable. Her shoes had low heels but they were high enough to make her toes start to ache. She tried shifting her weight but that provided only temporary relief. And soon, little by little, her whole body began to ache under the strain of holding still.

And all it did was make her wetter.

Joanna pushed aside the work that she had been working on, sat back, and looked at the girl. Derek had good taste. His wife was sweet looking and had nice curves. She watched for any sign of movement but saw none. Derek had trained her quite well.

She imagined those nice round ass cheeks bouncing under the lash of her whip, the smack of her paddle, and the cut of one of her wicked canes and wondered whether the girl would cry.

She picked up her cell phone to avoid the call going through the company system and dialed her brother.

“Hi Joanna, ” she heard Derek say.

“Hi Derek, I’m going to put you on speaker, okay?”

It seemed odd but he agreed.

In the corner, at the sound of her Master’s voice, Sherie came very close to throwing up. Fortunately she hadn’t eaten that morning and only a few dry heaves wracked her body.

“Well, brother o’mine, it seems we have a problem. It involves us both as well as that dumb cunt you’re married to.”

Derek had had to almost plead with his sister to get his bride the job there and this was bad news. His frustration was audible as he asked, “What has the fucking slut done now?”

In the corner, tears began to form in Sherie’s eyes.

“Have you received any interesting emails from her this morning?”

Derek knew immediately what Joanna was referring to. “What, did she send it from her company computer?”

“No. She sent it from her phone... but she managed to send it to everyone in the company.”

There was a long moment of stunned silence on the phone during which Sherie burst into silent tears.

Though she didn’t move, Joanna could hear the sounds of her soft sobs. It brought a thin, cruel smile to her face.

“So I take it she’s been fired...”

“Not yet. I interceded with Human Resources and told them I’d handle it myself.”

“Uh-oh, ” he chuckled. “The cunt has no idea what she’s facing...”

More than once Joanna and her brother had shared their submissive lovers and he knew what she was capable of, and that was just when she was playing. A real punishment would be so much worse.

“I should tell you she’s here with her nose in the corner of my office.”

“Have you decided what her punishment will be?”

“That’s why I called you. I know she’s your slave and wouldn’t want to do anything without clearing it with you first.”

“Ha!” he laughed. “Joanna, I think it should be entirely up to you. She screwed up at work so I think she needs to be disciplined there. Except for the caning she’s gonna get when she gets home for disappointing me, her punishment is whatever you deem appropriate.”

In the corner Sherie could no longer stifle her tears and they flowed copiously down her cheeks. The heaving of her chest was visible from Joanna’s desk and her whimpers were easily heard. She had been okay until she heard her Master say that she had disappointed him. For a dedicated slave that was a much more painful blow than a hundred strokes from a cane.

Eventually Joanna went back to work, doing her best to suppress the distraction presented by the girl in the corner.

For Sherie, the day crawled by. Holding the rigid position grew uncomfortable, then aching, and eventually quite painful. Within its boundaries she did what she could to alleviate it. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and from the front of her feet to her heels. She flexed the muscles in her legs, arms, and back. And she tried hard to push the pain from her mind.

But in the end it was a battle she could not win. The pain filled her being, became her reality.

And, in its own cruel way it was a relief. It demanded so much of her attention that it forced her fear of her impending punishments from her mind.

Another distraction was the two walls that met at the end of her nose.

Most of her boss’ work was done on her phone and computer but every once in a while Sherie heard the door open and heard Ruth, Joanna’s secretary enter, go to the boss’ desk, converse a bit and then leave. She wondered what the woman thought of her standing there in the corner, imagined her looking on with disdain and disgust.

Ruth had seen the blow-job video and after having worked closely with their boss for almost two years, understood that Sherie was being punished for it and knew better than to ask questions.

And while she would never have dreamed of trading places with the suffering girl, she wondered how it would feel to evoke such passionate cruelty in someone that they would do it to her and was surprised at the warm tingling that such thoughts stirred in her belly.

For Joanna, Ruth, and the rest of the office, the day went on as usual. But for the naughty girl with her nose stuck in the corner, it dragged on with agonizing slowness. Within the scarlet haze of the pain she endured, her mind drifted to some very, very strange places.

At first she pictured the caning she’d be facing when she got home but within that realm it took on its own reality. She pictured herself naked and bent over in heavy wooden stocks on top of a raised gallows that was surrounded by everyone in the company, all clamoring to see her get punished.

In that dream she felt the juices of her arousal running down her legs and blushed when they were pointed out to the crowd by her Master.

(In real life it was only the thin cotton of her briefs and the fabric of her tights that prevented the same thing from happening.)

“See how excited the slut is? Her cunt is fucking dripping in anticipation!”

This brought crude insults and harsh laughter from the unseen masses around their pedestal.

Though she enjoyed suffering for her Master’s pleasure, it was actually the idea of being so publicly debased that so excited her. Derek’s taste for her exhibitionism had meshed with her fetish for it and as she grew deeper and deeper into their Master/slave relationship she reveled in his demands.

The fantasy she dreamt of was one that she indulged in frequently when she masturbated and now, before his sister, was stirring her as well. Her attempts to stifle any seepage only succeeded in making things worse.

“Joanna, it’s Mr Crandall on line one.”

“Hi Tom. Nice to hear from you. How are things up there in the clouds?”

Tom Crandall had built his company from the ground up and managed to be hands-on without being overbearing. He hired professionals and then had the good sense to get out of their way and let them

do their jobs. He and Joanna had worked together for years. In fact, she’d started out as his personal assistant.

In the beginning, trying to get his start-up off the ground, they had worked many long hours shoulder to shoulder and there was a noticeable spark of mutual attraction. This they both repressed in the interest of professionalism until, after several long weeks preparing the company’s successful IPO, they ended up in a hotel bar. One thing led to another and they ended up in his suite.

The encounter was passionate but mostly spent in a futile competition to dominate each other. They both managed to get off but after, their sweat-coated bodies laying sprawled across the king-sized bed, they acknowledged each others’ taste for control and laughed at their efforts.

They never went there again but their shared knowledge of each others’ taste for the perverse brought them closer than any of the other employees. Even those around them who occasionally had affairs were not as intimate.

At more than one company social event they introduced their guests to each other in soft voices that only they could hear as “My slave” or something even more degrading and smiled at their companion’s obvious distress and blushing embarrassment.

“Not as interesting as things down there apparently, ” he answered.

“Ha!” she laughed. “You got that right.”

“So, ” she continued, laughing “How many times did you watch it?”

“I lost count.” he answered, laughing too.

“I guess you’ve spoken to Margaret, no?” she answered.

“Yes. She tells me you’re planning to handle this yourself and not fire the dumb slut, right?”

“That’s right. It’s sort of a family thing.”

“Do tell.”

“Well, she belongs to my brother.”

“‘Belongs’?” he asked.

“Yeah. They’re married but she’s really his slave.”

“Does he know she’s going around sucking cock in public?”

“Oh yes. In fact he was holding the camera and picked the guy.”

“That sounds intriguing. I’m looking forward to meeting him... and his slave, ” he chuckled.

“I’m sure that can be arranged, ” Joanna said. “I’ll see if he’s free this weekend. I’m sure he’d like seeing your playrooms.”

Tom Crandall had used the profits from the company’s first stock split to buy what had been a small Victorian era hotel by the ocean and turn it into a thoroughly modern home. It had seen better days and the 120 years next to the sea had not been gentle. Most of the stately hotels in that stretched had been bought up and torn down, the cost of their refurbishment being not worth it to the techies who’d snapped them up.

Their replacements, what critics called McMansions seemed shallow and ostentatious to him. His home was every bit as modern as theirs on the inside, in fact is some ways, more advanced.

But it wasn’t just the elaborate gingerbread decoration that had sold him on its purchase after a tour with a local real estate broker. It was the cellars.

Built in an era when refrigeration was all but unknown, it had numerous cellars for storage of foods and other supplies. The eight spaces remained at a constant temperature year round. Cool in summer, cozy in winter.

And better yet, without needing any enhancements, they were virtually soundproof.

He had worked closely with the architect and his contractors during the building rehab, openly discussing what he intended to use them for. The two smallest he kept for wines but the rest were converted into what he euphemistically called ‘playrooms.’ The largest, the size of a small ballroom, was set aside for group play. It had thick beams and pillars with a variety of eye-bolts along them. It had two stacks, a Spanish horse, two St Andrews crosses, and several vinyl covered beds where someone could be immobilized.

The other rooms contained spaces for medical play, pony and puppy play, schoolroom scenarios, sensory deprivation, a prison cell, and one that would have looked in place in the Inquisition.

“From what I saw in the video, she’s an enthusiastic cock sucker. Though that doesn’t always transmit to being a good one.”

“You’ll probably get a chance to decide that for yourself but I assure you that Derek is a very strict and very demanding teacher. I’m sure he’s taught her to deep throat him and he’s a good nine inches.

“So even if you don’t like her technique you can just facefuck her.”

“Okay, Joanna. I trust you and I know you’ll handle this perfectly. If you need any support, just let me know.

“Well, I’d like to use that ‘special’ area of your office for her punishment if I may.”

“Of course, ” he answered enthusiastically. “Unfortunately I have a client meeting downtown and I’m just heading out. So I won’t get to watch.

“Oh well, ” he added, a touch of disappointment in his tone. “I’ll leave my door open and that space unlocked. Just please make sure it’s locked up when you leave.”

“Thanks, Tom. I’ll return the favor somehow.”

Being discussed like this was like throwing kerosene on the fire of her lust.

She burned in every muscle and even more so in her cunt. Her tears wouldn’t stop but she no longer cared. All that mattered to her was accepting her punishments in ways that would make her Master proud.

It took a while to dawn on her but eventually she realized that the outside noises of the office had ceased. The whirring and humming of its machines, the snippets of conversation, and even the tap-tap-tapping of Joanna’s keyboard had disappeared.

For some reason the though filled her with terror. Had she been left? Was she going to be expected to stay like this all night? She’d try but knew eventually she’d fail.

(to be continued)

Note- First time posting here so I'm not sure how best to do it or how long each post can be so I'm breaking the story up into sections.