Training the Secretary

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone in this fictional story is over 18 and consenting. Play safe, people.

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Chapter One

Katie Parsons stared glumly at her screen as she agonised over her next move. Jobs in general were in short supply. Jobs in a little village like hers were like pots of gold at the end of elusive rainbows. Despite this, three days in and she seemed to be intent on losing the one that she had!

Not that it was that great a job, but when she'd seen the ad for a junior secretary at the local legal firm of Overbrook, Thewliss and Kneeshaw she'd been so relieved. The pay was average at best, but it was a small village and she'd finished college barely two weeks earlier, having (just) passed a secretarial diploma.

So, taking her mother's advice and making the best of what she had, she'd pulled on some black, seamed stockings, a tight black skirt that hugged her slender legs to mid thigh and a smart but fitted white blouse that clung to her surprisingly large boobs. Pulling her thick, chestnut hair into a ponytail and applying simple make up, she put on her glasses and looked in the mirror - yes, she looked every inch a male fantasy of a teenaged secretary. Surely the old men she expected at O, T and K would give her the job?

The interview with Mr Thewliss had gone poorly. Katie was eagerly flustered, and he fired questions at her rapidly. She stammered her way through, answering as best she could, but she was a nervous wreck by the end of the hour, and cried her way home on the bus. She knew that this job was the only one she was likely to get and her parents had made clear that she was not living at home for free, so if this fell through she was out on her ear.

However, her mum was waiting by the door - the firm had called and invited her back for a second interview. She was shocked, but delighted, and for the second interview she applied a little more lipstick and undid an extra button on her blouse, showing an inch or two more cleavage than anyone would consider professional.

She walked into the interview feeling more confident, but Mr Overbrook soon knocked that out of her as he was even more stern than his colleague. Not only firing questions at her about her qualifications, but belittling her experience and knowledge. It felt more like a dressing down than an interview, and she could feel her eyes welling with tears, but she sat still, silently, meekly accepting Mr Overbrook's condescension until he declared he'd heard enough (ironic as she'd barely spoken) and told her to wait for a moment whilst he consulted with a colleague.

Katie stared at her hands in her lap as she waited. She felt chastised, not interviewed, but just as she'd always done at home, at school and at college, she'd just submissively accepted this treatment. She never liked to cause a fuss and had often taken the blame for things she'd not even done. She was pondering where else she could apply for a role when the door opened and a slender, middle-aged woman with bobbed, blonde hair walked in and regarded her imperiously.

"Katie Parsons?" Realising it was a question, Katie nodded. "Vanessa Kneeshaw. Simon and Adrian seem to think you're the girl for the job and I trust their judgement when it comes to hiring staff. You know the wage on offer, I assume you know the hours?" Katie was rattled, but was aware that she appeared to be being offered the job. Again she nodded. "You are able to speak, I assume?" said Ms Kneeshaw, curtly, but continued before Katie could part her lips. "The probation period is a fortnight. If at any stage we feel your performance is unacceptable in that time, we'll consider disciplinary measures that are appropriate, including, obviously, termination of your employment. Sign here."

Katie took the contract that was suddenly thrust at her. From feeling ready to collapse in tears when Mr Overbrook had left the office, she was now ready to sing a song! She had the job. She hastily scrawled her name at the bottom, not reading a single word of the contract in her excitement, nor noticing the cruel, half-smile that flickered across Ms Kneeshaw's face. Her pretty face was grinning from ear to ear as she left the office.

But now, three short days later, she was sure she was soon to be fired. The first day, Wednesday, had been ok. The three partners had shown her to her desk, explained her duties - mainly filing, taking calls and assorted errands - and then told her to get started as they had client meetings. To say the induction was cursory was doing it a favour, but Katie wasn't afraid of hard work and reasoned that she'd figure things out as she went.

Things had started going wrong on Thursday, as things she'd apparently misfiled and jobs that she hadn't even known needed doing were remarked on with increasing irritation by the partners. She was certain she hadn't misfiled anything, but as was her way she'd apologised for the error in a meek voice. And now, at the end of her first half-week, she was awaiting the sack. Mr Thewliss had asked her for a file that she'd never even heard of, then whilst he was raving about how important it was and that she'd better not have lost it Mr Overbrook had accused her of failing to inform him about an important call.

She stammered that she'd not missed any calls as she'd skipped lunch to man her desk when the partners all left for the local restaurant and hadn't even gone to the toilet yet to ensure she missed nothing. At that he started raving too, calling her an impertinent liar. She was shocked, but retreated into her shell, apologising for her "mistake" instead of defending herself. Throwing his hands up in disgust he declared "Vanessa can deal with you, then!" and slammed back into his office.

"Parsons!" The intercom on her desk startled Katie, who jerked upright in her seat. Realising it was a summons, probably a final summons, she gathered herself as best she could and timidly walked into Ms Kneeshaw's office, gnawing nervously on her soft, bottom lip. She knew she should defend herself, argue her case, explain that there had been no call, no lost file, but she simply stood in front of the desk, head lowered, sniffing quietly. She could feel the woman's eyes staring at her.

Ms Kneeshaw inhaled deeply, then began to speak in a clipped, no-nonsense tone. "Day one was broadly acceptable, although I find that dressing like a cheap tart is not appropriate. However, I've been outvoted on that issue so your clothes can stay as they are. Day two...well, it started to go down hill. It was clear from the mess you made of Adrian's files that you were hopeless, so today's fiasco should not have come as a surprise. You understand that your performance has been intolerable?"

The only response Katie could offer was to start sobbing. The injustice rankled, but she lacked the force of will to argue her case. All three of the partners were so overbearing and her submissive manner could not stand up to them. "I'm sorry, Ms Kneeshaw," she choked. "I really needed this job...I'm sorry..."

"Goodness, girl. Stop crying. I'm not firing you on your third day." Surprised, Katie looked up, her pale, blue eyes shining with hope and tears. Ms Kneeshaw continued: "No, dismissal is the final stage of the disciplinary process as it is laid out in your contract. We're at stage one. Now, bend over my desk."

Ms Kneeshaw made this ridiculous request in the same matter-of-fact way she might have asked for a stapler. Katie simply stood still, staring at her blankly as the older lady stood and walked around to the front of the desk. "Come along, girl. Don't tell me that you didn't read your contract? It quite clearly states that 'any partner that determines failure on your part to complete your role can impose penalties in the form of spanking discipline' - though of course that is only stage one. Now bend over before you find yourself at stage two!"

Katie felt like she was having an out of body experience. On the one hand, she was delighted that she was not about to lose her job. But on the other, did Ms Kneeshaw seriously expect her to bend over the desk and submit to a spanking? She wasn't a schoolgirl! She was 18-years old and in a professional office. Katie was meek, not naive - she knew that some adults liked spanking. But not at work. This was ridiculous. She should say something!

But she didn't say anything. Instead she stepped forward and slowly, deliberately, bent forward across Ms Kneeshaw's desk. She gasped as she felt hands on her bottom, briskly pulling her tight skirt up around her hips to expose her stockings, suspenders and black, lacy knickers. She gasped again as her knickers were yanked down around her thighs, knowing that from this angle her pussy was exposed to the older woman's view, never mind her creamy, white bottom.

"Always on the bare, as per your contract," said Ms Kneeshaw.

Without further ado, Katie felt a sharp smack across her right cheek, followed seconds later by another on her left. This was no playful, erotic spanking of the type Katie had read about in erotic romance novels. This was a discipline spanking. Ms Kneeshaw landed one hard spank after another, barely a second between each blow, covering the whole of Katie's bottom from the top of the soft cheeks to the tender undertake at the top of her thighs. The stinging blows, one after another, became more painful as a cumulative effect of the spanking, and she wriggled involuntarily. This brought a sharp "Stay still, girl!" and a particularly painful slap across her thighs.

Katie realised that the spanking would be audible in the office, so both Mr Overbrook and Mr Thewliss would know how Ms Kneeshaw was punishing her. This was humiliating but, also, somewhere, it was...exciting? Another hard spank across her now red bottom drove that thought away and made her cry out. Thankfully, that seemed to be that.

"Right, get up, Parsons." She did, wiping tears off her face and awkwardly pulling her knickers back up over her sore bottom. "Now you can go apologise to my colleagues for your poor performance, then get yourself off. Home, I mean. And I expect better on Monday." Ms Kneeshaw sat down and turned her attention to the papers on her desk. Feeling ridiculous, Katie slowly backed out of the office, rearranging her clothing as she went.

Overbrook and Thewliss were waiting for her by her desk, both sneering lecherously. Surprised, embarrassed and upset, Katie swallowed what little pride she had and said "I'm sorry I lost the file and missed the call. I'll do better next week."

"You'd better. Lose another of my files and I'll take my belt to your behind, Miss Parsons!" snapped Thewliss. Overbrook looked more reflective.

"Now now, Adrian. It's not all about spanking that lovely bottom. Katie needs to be able to sit down whilst she learns not to miss calls - and you'll learn that on Monday!" he finished, sternly.

Twenty minutes later, Katie sat alone in her bedroom, her feelings a maelstrom. She was old enough to know she should be appalled at what had happened. Her bottom was stinging and still warm to the touch. She'd now read her contract and it looked like the work of a pervert, not a firm of solicitors. The list of penalties was detailed and preposterous. But, as she read it again, her fingers slipped inside the front of her knickers and she started to touch herself, slowly slipping a couple of fingers into her tight, hot pussy. She read the list of penalties through again, imagining having to endure them as she rubbed at her pussy and pressed her smarting cheeks against her bed, reminding herself of the spanking she'd been given as she shuddered and had the best orgasm of her life. Oh my god, she thought to herself. I actually want it to be Monday tomorrow!

Chapter Two

The weekend passed quickly, and Katie barely left her room. She'd always been bookish and insular so her parents were not surprised that they hardly saw her. However, had they realised that she'd spent most of her waking hours on her iPad looking at spanking pictures and reading spanking stories and wanking almost non-stop, they'd have been shocked! She was not sure what had gotten into her. Regardless of what her contract may have stipulated, the way that she had been spoken to and treated at O, T & K was clearly ridiculous and she knew enough to know that her case for constructive dismissal was strong - they'd basically assaulted her.

But she also knew how her body felt. The sore, sting in her bottom had been an obscure turn on, and the way all three of the partners had cruelly bossed her around had also excited her for some reason. Judging from the stories she found online, she was not the only woman on the planet to enjoy being submissive and being spanked, but it felt like a dirty secret that she had nobody to tell.

Consequently, as she walked to the office on Monday in a grey pencil skirt, smart but revealing black blouse and seamed stockings, she was actually hoping to get spanked again. Mr Thewliss had even suggested whipping her with his belt! That would surely be dreadfully painful - so why was she shivering in anticipation with erect, needy nipples?

When she arrived, only Mr Overbrook was in the office. He nodded a greeting, but otherwise ignored her as she made herself a cup of tea and went to sit down. At her desk, she was nonplussed to find her normal office chair had vanished, to be replaced by a simple, slightly concave, orange plastic chair of the kind you find stacked in school halls. Looking around, Katie couldn't see her chair anywhere, and Mr Overbrook glared at her when she started in his direction, so with a shrug she sat down and fired up her PC.

An hour later, neither Thewliss nor Kneeshaw had arrived, and Katie had passed the time at her desk typing up some case notes that had been left in her In tray. Nature having taken its course, the orange juice and coffee she'd had at home over breakfast and the tea she'd made at work were now demanding she pop to the toilet, but as she stood up, Mr Overbrook suddenly appeared before her desk.

"Going somewhere, Miss Parsons?" Katie blushed.

"I was just going to the ladies, Mr Overbrook."

" I see," he replied. Katie nodded and took a step away from her desk.

"And who will answer the phone while you are away?" Katie hesitated as she looked at his implacable face. "No answer? That's because the answer is nobody, isn't it?"

"But, the phone hasn't gone all morning - I'll only be a second."

He scowled now, an angry look crossing his face. "You will sit DOWN!" he suddenly bellowed. Katie jumped in shock, but obeyed, quickly resuming her seat in the plastic chair. "Thank you. Now, if you recall, we discussed this on Friday after Vanessa had finished spanking your bottom for you. Missing calls is unacceptable. You will sit there and ensure no calls are missed. Do not dare leave your post. Is that clear?"

Katie was unsure what to do. She really needed to go to the toilet. On the other hand, her pussy was hot and wet as a result of him telling her off, and defying him would probably get her the spanking she craved. On the other hand, if she waited a bit longer and then broke a rule, maybe Mr Thewliss would have arrived and she would find out if he really meant to whip her. Meekly, she decided to do as she was told for now, and nodded her understanding to Mr Overbrook.

"Good. But just so we understand each other, Parsons, if you think you'll get away with misbehaving when I am around and just getting a little smack like you got from Vanessa, think again. Cross me and you're out of here!" With that, he returned to his office, although he left the door open so he could watch her.

Katie was distraught. Although the list of punishments and humiliations in her contract had been the source of much of her masturbating over the weekend, there had indeed been sections saying any partner could fire her at any point for misconduct. She wanted to be spanked again - but not fired! But she really needed the loo - the nervous fluttering in her stomach when Mr Overbrook had been berating her had been replaced by a persistent ache as her swollen bladder demanded release.

Over the course of the next half hour, Katie wriggled and wiggled and shifted around in the chair. Her pencil skirt was tight around her thighs, so crossing her legs was difficult, but her thighs were squeezed tightly together. A look intense concentration was on her pretty face, and she had the heel of one hand jammed into her crotch. But she knew she was in a hopeless situation. It was not even 11am and he'd told her she could not leave her desk. That meant over six hours! She simultaneously realised that she had no chance of making it through the day without wetting herself at her desk, and that this was exactly what Mr Overbrook had intended. And this plastic chair meant that she'd be sitting in her own puddle, soon enough.

Katie's bulging bladder was painful and her face was scarlet as she sat blushing, eyes wet with tears of embarrassment as the need to piss hit her in increasing pulses. The pain was nearly overwhelming and there was nothing she could do. Either she was going to get fired or she was going to wet herself like a little girl. It was so unfair! And humiliating - she didn't believe that she ever had missed a call, and now this was her treatment. And what about when Thewliss and Kneeshaw arrived? How might they react to discovering their new secretary sitting in a pool of her own piss?

This thought briefly distracted Katie from the stabbing ache in her bladder. Surely wetting yourself in the office was unacceptable conduct? Maybe this could get her the spanking she'd been fantasising about all weekend? It would be awful and embarrassing to sit here and piss herself, but maybe it would pay off later. Even through her horror and discomfort, she knew that the idea was starting to excite her. She'd never realised that she was such a pervert!

BANG! "Stop daydreaming, girl!" Mr Overbrook had appeared from nowhere, and slammed his hand down on her desk as he shouted at her. Jolted rudely from her reverie, the sudden shock had a predictable effect. Katie yelped and thrust both hands into her crotch but it was too late. She felt a strong, spurt of piss jet into her knickers, soaking the cotton and trickling ticklishly between her bottom cheeks. She tried to stop, squeezing and rubbing her thighs together, pressing with both hands, but it was no good and with a hiss that was audible to Mr Overbrook, she sat in front of him and pissed herself.

Her warm, pale yellow pee gushed out of her, soaking her knickers and, as she had her hands pushed into her crotch, wetting the front of her skirt. It squirted between her legs, wetting the tops of her stockings but, thanks to the plastic chair she was in, most of it ran between her thighs and collected into a puddle under her bottom. The piss soaked quickly up the back of her knickers, all the way to the waistband, and the back of her grey skirt was very obviously wet too, dripping wet from side to side as she sat, red-faced, in the warm puddle.

There was so much piss that the puddle spilled over the front of the chair, dripping and splashing over the back of her calves and into a pool on the floor between her feet. Finally, the stream died off. Katie didn't even try to stand up or explain herself. She simply sat, head down, in front of Mr Overbrook and let him gaze upon her - the pretty, teenaged secretary who'd just wet herself in the office and was now meekly sitting in a puddle of her own piss.

"Morning, Simon. What's going on here?" Mr Thewliss' voice sounded jovial.

"Morning, Adrian. Good weekend?" Overbrook walked out of Katie's field of vision as he continued to talk. "The new girl just pissed herself at her desk. Can't even hold it like a grown up. I hope we've no clients coming in today."

 

"Good lord. I didn't realise that the training she needed would include toilet training. Let's talk about this when Vanessa gets in." Both men laughed as they walked into Mr Thewliss' office and closed the door, leaving Katie alone and unobserved.

She shifted in her seat, the motion causing more of her piss to slop off the chair and patter to the floor. The initial warmth was cooling rapidly, and she was now more acutely aware that she was sitting in soggy knickers, a visibly wet skirt and that she was starting to smell like a toilet. She knew she was not allowed to leave her desk, but she needed to do something about the pool in her chair, so half standing, she tipped it forward to empty the puddle of piss onto the floor. Some more of it splashed across her legs, but by this point it made no difference, and when she sat back down at least she was no longer in a puddle of pee.

When Kneeshaw arrived an hour later, Katie was thoroughly miserable. Her clothes had mostly dried off although they were still damp and there was a visible dark patch on the front and back of her skirt. She didn't smell too bad, but she was horribly ashamed and there was still a pool between her feet. Ms Kneeshaw glared at Katie by way of greeting, shook her head in obvious distaste and joined the men in their office, leaving Katie alone, glumly at her desk.

It was close to two hours later when she heard the door open and the partners emerged. The two men set off straight out of the door, but Ms Kneeshaw approached Katie.

"Parsons," she started, coldly. "We're going to lunch. You need to stay here and cover any calls. Of course, we can't expect you not to get any lunch, so here, you can eat at your desk." So saying, she put a lunch bag down on the desk and walked away.

Katie had simply sat and stared, not responding at all to this instruction, but she opened the bag when she was again by herself. Her lunch consisted of a piece of cheddar, a packet of crackers, a cake-bar and a litre bottle of iced tea. She didn't want to drink anything, given she was already sitting in pee-dampened clothes. Sighing, she started to eat the food. It only took a handful of bites for her to realise how cruel the food was - the cheese, the crackers and especially the cake were all very dry, and she had no choice but to gulp down some of the tea. This was so unfair! But, despite the fact that she was alone in the office, she did as she'd been told. She drank all the tea and stayed sitting at her desk.

The outcome was predictable, and Katie thought about it repeatedly as she sat, staring at the never-ringing phone. There were several hours left in the day. She'd drunk a litre of tea. She would definitely need to pee before the end of her shift and she was almost certain she'd be denied access to the toilet, meaning she'd have to sit at her desk and wet herself for a second time. Why the hell didn't she move? Or quit and go home? She'd been insulted, humiliated, spanked on her bare bottom and now spent her morning sitting at her desk in clothes she'd been forced to piss in, and yet, instead of quitting, she was horny. Her feelings confused her, but she couldn't deny them. She wriggled in her chair, embarrassed at being turned on, despite being on her own.

Her bladder had already started to fill, but something made her decide that she should wait. Wait until she was desperate. Wait until the partners returned...so that they could watch. Where had that thought come from? She blushed furiously, but her nipples felt swollen and her pussy was wet. She wanted them here. Wanted them to see her disgrace herself again. And wanted to be punished for being such a bad girl. She shifted in her seat again, pulling her skirt up her thighs so that she could more easily slip a hand between her legs, stroking herself through her peed-in knickers. What if they caught her touching herself at work? She'd probably get spanked - and that was fine too.

Katie stroked and rubbed herself persistently for a short while, bringing herself to the edge of cumming, but enjoying teasing herself and feeling the increasing need in her bladder. She was still doing that when she heard Thewliss' voice and hastily straightened her skirt so she looked presentable when the three partners walked back into the office. Other than checking there had been no calls, they ignored her and went into their separate offices.

An hour later, Katie was once again desperate. Flexing and squeezing her thighs, pressing her hand into her crotch and chewing on her lip as she was almost doubled over in the plastic chair. She'd known this was going to happen but now that she was here, for the second time today, she was embarrassed and appalled all over again. She was nearly 19 for goodness' sake. Surely she wasn't going to piss herself twice in one day? But she was. She knew she was. And it was easier this time.

With a gasp, she suddenly gave up holding and she embraced the now familiar feeling of her bladder emptying into her knickers, the warm, wet rivulets running between her thighs, over her bottom and down the backs of her legs. Once again, her skirt and stockings were visibly drenched, and her already stained knickers were again sodden as she sat at her desk and wet herself. With a jolt, she looked up from staring at the spreading wet patch in her lap, and realised that the partners had all emerged from their offices and were regarding her, cruelly.

"You seem to have had another accident," smirked Overbrook. Katie looked down, ashamed, but that simply meant looking back at her wet crotch and the spreading puddle between her feet.

"Never mind, dear. I'm sure you'll get better at controlling yourself," offered Thewliss. Frowning at her colleagues, Ms Kneeshaw gave Katie a withering look, but her tone was almost friendly.

"Well, I have some good news for you, Parsons. We've discussed your first few days over lunch, and the fact that you appear to have accepted the way we operate has been taken into consideration. So here's the news."

The older woman counted off the items on her fingers. "First, although you may have expected to be punished for disgracing yourself at your desk, we've decided instead that you can go early today. In two minutes, in fact, without punishment. Although, I believe you walk to work? So I suppose walking back across town with your skirt in that state might be a little embarrassing?" The glint in her eyes told Katie that this was in fact a punishment, not a reward. How many people she knew would see her walking home with a freshly pissed-in skirt, pee still trickling down her legs into her squelching shoes.

Ms Kneeshaw smiled slightly as she continued: "Second, as soon as you prove you can get through a whole day without behaving like a little girl, you'll be allowed to leave your desk at reasonable intervals to use the bathroom. But you need to prove you can control yourself like an adult. Until then, the plastic chair stays. And finally, tomorrow morning there will be a final test. If you pass that, we'll deem that you've completed your probation. That will bring a pay rise and possibly some extra duties. That's it, see you in the morning."

Alone again, Katie stood up, glancing at the puddle of piss left in her chair. She shivered as the cool pee ran in little streams down her shapely legs, leaving wet tracks on her stockings. The front and back of her skirt were dark and wet, in a way that surely only came about if you'd pissed yourself whilst sitting down. Anyone who saw her walking home would know what she'd done. Her knickers were probably yellow under her skirt. And she was horny again! Allowing herself the tiniest grin, she picked up her bag and set off home.

Chapter Three

Despite the humiliations of Monday, Katie at no stage considered not going in to work on Tuesday. In fact, she was out of bed early to shower and choose her clothes - this time a pale, ivory blouse that as usual clung to her full breasts, and her usual, dainty, white bra and knickers. It was a hot day, so she decided to not wear her stockings, and this allowed a shorter than usual navy skirt that was tight across her bottom but flared slightly around her thighs. Finishing her second coffee of the morning, she set off for the office, walking across town with a spring in her step that suggested she was on her way to the park, rather than to eight hours of indignity.

She was first to arrive, and looked nervously but excited at her desk, with the plastic school chair positioned over a faint stain on the carpet. Sitting down, she switched on her computer. As she checked her mail, she realised one odd thing about her job - she actually had almost nothing to do. The phone never rang, there was little post and not really enough filing to warrant a full time secretary. She figured the partners just didn't want to do the work themselves. Still, it was odd.

The partners arrived together shortly after 9am and ignored her, heading into the conference room. She was squirming uncomfortably, the inevitable result of choosing to drink coffee when she knew full well that she'd not be allowed to access the toilets, and wondered if they intended to ignore her all day. She'd been expecting some sort of appraisal, and sort of wanted an audience if she was going to wet her pants at her desk for a third time. She was just wondering if she should give up holding it, when the intercom buzzed and Mr Overbrook summoned her into the room. Timid but excited, she straightened her short skirt, tucked her blouse in snugly to accentuate the swell of her breasts and went in to see the partners for her probation assessment.

The three sat behind a stout, oak table. There was no chair, so Katie stood in front of them, eyes downcast. Mr Overbrook spoke first.

"Now then, Miss Parsons. You have worked for the firm for what, a week now? You may have noticed some odd elements in that time, yes?"

Katie felt very intimidated by the way the three stared at her, and suddenly having an audience when she was about to wet herself did not feel like a good thing. Nervously, she offered "Well, yes. I mean, umm, the phone never seems to ring."

"Ha! Yes, there is that. I was more meaning the disciplinary situation."

"Oh, well, yes, Sir. I mean, that is odd, I guess. This is my first job, though, and Ms Kneeshaw showed me my contract..." she trailed off.

"Tell you what, Simon," interrupted Mr Thewliss. "Let's continue this part of the assessment in a while." As he was saying this he stood up and walked around the desk to stand beside Katie. He paused for a second, then, as the other two nodded their agreement, he suddenly shoved Katie forward so her thighs bumped against the edge of the table, then pressed her down so her chest and face were squashed against the surface, back arched, bottom high. He flipped her skirt up, revealing her soft, white bottom in her plain knickers. "Full assessment, then," he declared, and brought his hand down to deliver a stinging slap across Katie's cheeks. She yelped, but made no attempt to stop what was about to happen.

"So, Parsons, this spanking is not for any particular failing on your part," explained Ms Kneeshaw, as if she was explaining a simple policy change or PowerPoint slide, rather than talking to a teenager who was being spanked in the conference room. "We need to verify you're the girl for this job. You're shaping up well so far, but if you're to get a permanent position, we have to be sure."

All the time the imperious blonde was talking, Mr Thewliss was smacking Katie's bottom, enjoying the way her full cheeks flattened under the hard impact then sprang back into place, a rosy pink blush spreading across them. Katie was gasping and wincing, but the pain was no worse than when Ms Kneeshaw had spanked her on Friday. Thewlis delivered a particularly resounding slap, which jolted her bulging bladder uncomfortably against the table, then said "She certainly knows how to take a light spanking, so cross that off the list. Now then..."

There was a pause, then Katie's bottom felt like it had been set on fire as, with a sharp report, Thewliss whipped a leather bolt across her bottom. She cried out, tears immediately springing into her eyes. This hurt so much more than the spanking. The strap cut across her a second time, and a third, whacking across the meat of her bottom. Katie howled at the searing pain, and lost control of herself, piss spraying into her knickers, soaking the gusset and slashing between her feet. She couldn't see the cruel smile on Thewliss' face as he paused briefly to watch the golden trickles running down her slim thighs, but it was only a moment - Katie was still pissing herself when he brought the strap down again, whipping her across her wet knickers.

"The little slut has had another accident," he said. "Dirty tendency to piss her knickers - you can cross that off the list too." As he said this, a fifth and sixth stinging blow from his belt lit up Katie's bottom which was now a glowing, hot red. When no seventh blow fell, Katie sagged forward, sobbing on the table, piss still dripping from her crotch, bottom burning - but her pussy was not just dripping with pee. She was incredibly turned on.

"Let's try the next test, Adrian," suggested Ms Kneeshaw.

Katie felt her pissy pants being pulled down around her thighs, and steeled herself for yet more punishment - there had been implements listed in her contract that she'd had to Google and was looking forward to experiencing. Instead, she felt a hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her against the table, and then, with no warning but a grunt, her pussy lips spread and she was impaled on Mr Thewliss' cock as he thrust into her.

"No!" she squealed, trying to push away from the table, but he was bigger and stronger than her and drove himself deep, his hips pressing against her sore, whipped bottom as he fucked her. "Stop it! No! You can't!" She carried on struggling though without much conviction as the thick cock roughly fucked her, slamming in and out.

"Of course he can, you little slut," explained Ms Kneeshaw, her face now inches from Katie's. "This comes under 'miscellaneous duties', you dirty teen whore."

Katie moaned as Mr Thewliss kept punding at her, her wet pussy betraying her feelings. This played to her darkest fantasies, and she had no need to feel bad as there was nothing she could do. She submitted to the fucking, her pussy leaking down her sticky thighs as he slid in and out.

The partners mostly stopped talking to her then, as she limply went along. Thewlis pulled out her gaping pussy, and she was ashamed to realise she was disappointed. He picked her up and turned her over so she lay on the table, her bottom hanging off the end, and her disappointment ended as he dragged her knickers off her left foot and unceremoniously pushed his cock into her again, lifting her right leg over his shoulder. She felt the wet rag of her pissy knickers slip down her calf, a soggy reminder around her knee as she lay there and was fucked.

Suddenly, she realised that the others were no longer just watching. Ms Kneeshaw had stripped naked and climbed on the table too. Katie hardly had a second to ask what came next when Ms Kneeshaw straddled her and quickly sat on her face. For the first time in her 18 years, Katie tasted another woman. She knew what was expected of her and wriggled her face around so she could draw breath, before sticking her tongue out and lapping at Ms Kneeshaw's cunt, tasting the tangy, sweet flavour of her juices, licking over and across her lips. She figured she was going something right as the older woman moaned and started to gently grind her hips, pressing her pussy against Katie's face.

As this was going on, she felt Mr Thewliss pull out of her, but again things moved too fast for her to worry about it. A distinctly bigger, thicker cock was suddenly forcing it's way into her, and she understood that Mr Overbrook was now fucking her too. He was rougher than his colleague, shoving deep into her, withdrawing then slamming in again. Each thrust rubbed against her punished bottom, reminding her than she'd been spanked and whipped with a belt. And as her legs jolted from the fucking, the wet knickers that'd slipped around her thigh reminded her that she'd pissed herself whilst Mr Thewliss beat her.

As she licked and probed at Ms Kneeshaw's pussy she could hear some conversation, but her hearing was muffled by the blonde's thighs. All she made out for sure was Mr Overbrook gasping "No, we need to leave some surprises for later in the week," to a suggestion Thewliss had made.

Katie tried to focus on the pussy in her face, although the vigorous fucking she was getting was hard to ignore. But soon enough she felt Ms Kneeshaw shiver and suddenly her breathing was cut off as the partner started to really grind herself against Katie's submissive tongue, then she heard her cry out and tasted more of her juices as she came on her face. Drawing in a ragged breath, Katie reflexively kept licking as Ms Kneeshaw rolled off her, then looked between her own legs to confirm it was Mr Overbrook who was currently fucking her pussy with the only permission apparently being in her contract. If it was, then she was getting paid for this. She was basically their teenaged whore. She sobbed in shame as she lay on the table and let him screw her, catching sight of Thewliss, who was stood watching, wanking himself energetically.

Hands suddenly grabbed her arms and, as Overbrook pulled out of her sopping pussy, she was dragged off the table and roughly shoved to her knees, miserably aware that the reason her knees were wet was that she was kneeling in a puddle of her own piss. Ms Kneeshaw took hold of her head from behind, and dragged her head back with a fistful of hair. "Open wide you naughty slut!" she hissed, and Katie did. Standing in front of her, Thewliss and Overbrook started at her, faces twisted with lust, as they jerked at their own cocks.

Thewliss came first, exhaling in short bursts and twitching as a thick rope of spunk jetted across Katie's face, hitting her nose, splashing across an eyelid and going in her mouth. Kneecap was holding her lower jaw, letting her know not to close it, so she let her mouth gape as a second and third spurt of Thewliss' cum filled her mouth. No sooner had that happened than Overbrook groaned and massive jet of salty cum hit her in the face, dripping off her cheeks into her cleavage and missing in her mouth, a spermy cocktail.

They made her sit like that as they gathered themselves. Spanked, beaten, fucked and with two men's cum skating her face and oozing onto her blouse. She was humiliated, ashamed, appalled at herself and enormously turned on. There was nothing she could conceive of them doing to het at this moment that she would not be game for. And she so badly wanted to cum.

Kneeshaw released her hold, and Katie sagged down onto her haunches, sitting in her piss puddle. Looking up at the three partners, she slowy, deliberately, swallowed the mixed mouthful of cum, wincing like she'd sucked a lemon, but then smiling shyly at them.

"Did I pass my assessment?" she asked, uncharacteristic cheek coming through her horniness.

"Don't be impertinent, girl!" scolded Ms Kneeshaw.

And then the humiliation was increased. Simultaneously, Mr Thewliss and Mr Overbrook took hold of themselves, stepped towards her and started to piss on her. Pungent, yellow piss ran over her hair and all over her face as Thewliss aimed there, whilst Mr Overbrook focused his stream at her tits, soaking her blouse until it was transparent. She choked back her revulsion and, as with all the other things they'd done to her, Katie mutely accepted the two men pissing over her.

Finally they stopped. Kneeshaw now smiled. "Now you've passed your assessment, Parsons. Welcome to the firm." The three turned and, gathering their clothes, left her alone, a horny, humiliated, punished, piss-slut. She snatched at her pussy the second the door closed, intent on bringing herself to the greatest cum of her life, when suddenly the door re-opened. It was Ms Kneeshaw.

"Ah-ah, Miss Parsons. No touching yourself. You cum when I say and at no other time. Not unless you were wanting me to cane you. Which you weren't, I'm sure...were you?"