It was his company. He was the boss here. Everyone was on his payroll. Everyone was dependent on him and no one dared to contradict him. His assistants knew that too, and not just because they worked right under his nose every day. But also because they knew that to him they were really just serfs who had to obey and make a special effort.

There were a dozen women on duty in his anteroom. Very young women, as the outside observer immediately noticed. Exceptionally beautiful women, which led to the conclusion that they had been handpicked by the boss himself. Highly educated women who combined beguiling beauty with an academic education. Women he had hired straight out of university and who were paid princely salaries by him. Because money is tempting. Money not only creates dependency, but also obedience. And especially with women, because a woman will do anything for enough money and agree to practically any condition.

Only a few business partners had access to the top floor of his empire. They were the ones he called his friends and they knew exactly how he ran his empire. Among other things, they recognized it by an unmistakable sign that can only be interpreted in initiated circles. For those who enjoyed the privilege of serving up here in the holy of holies of the company not only wore their noses a little higher than usual and went through life with the illusion of being vastly superior to the common people. Each of the women here was also adorned with a piece of jewelry that unmistakably signaled their actual status.

One of them had been given a simple, shiny chrome choker, the clasp of which she would never be able to open herself. She wore it with pride, even if it was really just a sign of dependence. A symbol that identified her as the personal property of a man. Another wore a decorative chain that was literally forged on her body and could also only be removed with outside help and massive tools. Most of them, however, wore black leather collars with discreetly integrated iron rings. They also expressed the fact that they were not simply doing their job as assistants, but that they were all sending out a clear message: Don’t touch me. Stay away from me. Don’t smile at me, because I won’t return your smile. I will not develop feelings for you because I am the property of a man who will not tolerate it.

This very owner sat in a stately office that signaled to the visitor at first glance that this was the epicenter of a company whose name everyone knew and whose logo adorned the façade for miles around. The front of the expansive space was completely enclosed in glass and allowed an unobstructed view over the city, which on some evenings was crowned by a breathtaking sunset. The rear side was also made of glass. However, this was only transparent in one direction and allowed the owner of the expansive desk a constant view of the hectic hustle and bustle of busy bees working in the anteroom.

He knew that they were all enemies with each other. Each of them wanted to be the best. Each wanted to be at the top of his favor. Each one plotted and at the same time became the victim of intrigue. And each of them knew that they were under constant observation and that the ruler in the next room could watch them at any time without them noticing. So she did her best not only to appear diligent. She was also constantly anxious to show off her natural charms and arouse her master’s desire. Women are servants by nature. They don’t just want to please. They also tend to willingly submit to the will of a man and subordinate themselves to him. Especially if this man has authority and they can gain an advantage if they can win his favor.

This includes the fact that women cannot live together in peace as soon as a man is involved. They could actually be really strong if they stuck together. But their mistake is that they don’t know solidarity. That doesn’t seem to be part of their nature. Instead, they scratch each other’s eyes out just to emerge victorious from the game and win the attention of the man they all want.

It was a daily pleasure for him to watch the hustle and bustle in the anteroom. It was an almost erotic spectacle of female vanity, staged especially for him. Each of these busy bees had her task. Each of them was kept busy by him from dawn to dusk. Each one worked to exhaustion just to keep her well-paid job. And each one strove for perfection so as not to incur the censure of their master. It was the age-old principle of carrot and stick, although the stick was to be understood quite literally. And it ensured that his slaves gave their best and that his antechamber ran like clockwork.

She entered his office and closed the heavy oak door behind her. He looked up briefly from his desk and his face showed the stern features of a man who was used to being surrounded by subordinates who carried out his orders and had to justify themselves to him. This was also true of the beautiful creature who was now standing some distance away from him, waiting patiently for him to give her his attention. She was young and had a flawless body that stood out even among his collection of exquisite beauties. Slender, yet with the curves that attract men’s eyes. Beautiful in an almost divine way and with long, black hair that reached far down her back and gracefully emphasized her femininity.

Her collar was made of leather, which indicated that she had not been with the company for long. She was a novice, so to speak, who still had to earn her recognition and prove that she was really ready to serve under his thumb. Her colleagues with the gold chains or even the supervisors below, who could be recognized by a chrome choker, looked down on her and treated her like a stupid little apprentice despite her academic training. This meant that she had to do menial tasks and was often set a trap with the aim of reprimanding her.

She seemed unsure, he noticed instinctively. Her eyes showed that barely perceptible flicker with which every woman reveals that she has something to confess and is afraid to say it. He loved it when they were so meek and behaved almost like little girls standing before their almighty father.

She was wearing the kind of business outfit that every woman in the upper echelons of his empire wore. Her white blouse obviously came from one of the best houses in the international fashion world. Her anthracite-colored skirt seemed to have been tailor-made for her and hugged the contours of her body smoothly and without wrinkles. Of course, she wore no panties underneath so as not to detract from the impression of perfection. She wore high-heeled shoes, which were not really suitable for walking, but which showed off her bottom in a suggestive way. And she had only a hint of make-up on, which emphasized her natural beauty without dominating.

He beckoned her closer and she stepped in front of his desk to hand him a document wordlessly and with a lowered gaze. It was a simple business letter, but its contents instantly caused his features to harden and his eyes to narrow into angry slits.

It was not good news that his assistant had brought him. Above all, however, it was news that suggested that she had not carried out her task conscientiously and had thus caused considerable damage to the company.

He let some time pass while she stood there, looking on anxiously, watching his every move. He tried to keep his anger in check and focus instead on how he could undo the damage. A man with leadership qualities had to be able to control his anger and keep his emotions in check. It was clear that he would have to punish her, but there was still time.

He was far too much of an entrepreneur to be thrown off course by the mishap of a small subordinate. He therefore quickly fell into a routine logic and almost automatically carried out the steps that the situation demanded of him. He picked up the phone and gave the anteroom instructions on who he wanted to be connected to and in what order. He then had several conversations, some of them quite long. He tried to persuade people, influence decisions and change the awkward situation to his advantage. You could tell that the people on the other end of the line were on an equal footing with him. And it was obvious that he was personally familiar with them beyond the purely business relationship. These were conversations between men who had something to say and whose decisions no one could ignore. It took half an hour of intensive communication and the problem seemed to have been solved.

In the meantime, she had withdrawn again and done what a woman does when she needs to defuse an unpleasant situation and appease an angry man. She had taken care of his well-being and re-entered the room just as he had hung up the phone.

She carried a small tray and served him tea and some cookies. Everyone here knew that the boss didn’t like coffee, but preferred tea. So there was a small collection of exquisite teas from all over the world in the anteroom and the girls knew how to prepare their master’s tea so that he was satisfied. It smelled intensely of Darjeeling when she tried to place the tray on his desk. But he gestured to her that he didn’t want her to take it at his desk. So she went to the front of the spacious room, where there was an expansive seating area, and placed the tea tray on a small table.

He followed her and waited patiently until she had poured his tea. The fact that she had to bend down and he had a good look at her backside was entirely to his liking. She was still very young and every fiber of her body signaled that she wanted to make a professional impression, even if it was just to pour her superior a cup of tea.

He waited until she had straightened up again and stepped close behind her.

„You’ve caused me a lot of trouble today,“ he said. They were the first words since she had entered his office with unpleasant news, and they were words that sounded anything but reassuring to her ears. On the contrary, her boss and master was usually very careful to keep his distance. So if he got very close to one of his assistants, it could only mean one of two things. Either she would be punished by him for some inadequacy, or she would be fucked. And he often intended to do both. If only to show the person in question that she was completely under his control and that he could dispose of her at any time and in any way.

She felt his breath on her neck and she felt his hands gently caressing her arms, then her shoulders and finally her neck. She stiffened slightly as he grasped her breasts possessively, which, as always, bulged under her blouse without the support of a bra. They weren’t overly large, he noted with satisfaction, but they were just the right size to fill his hands and feel pleasant. She let it happen, of course, without even a hint of refusal. Even when he finally reached into her buttocks, she showed no outwardly perceptible defensive reaction. On the contrary, she arched her buttocks slightly towards him so that he could feel her willingness and fully enjoy her curves. She knew that he was one of those men who appreciated a beautifully shaped bottom and was particularly aroused by the sight of it. And she secretly hoped that she could distract him from the unpleasant situation that had led her to his office with her deliberately demonstrated willingness.

 „Take off your skirt!“ was his command and she felt her hopes burst and that now was the time to atone for her mistakes. But to her surprise, he made no move in that direction. Instead, he took a relaxed seat in one of the sweeping leather armchairs and put the teacup on to enjoy the first-class second flush before it had lost its ideal drinking temperature. He loved to enjoy life, and a good cup of tea was obviously part of that.

He watched as she struggled to peel the skin-tight skirt off her body as elegantly as possible, revealing more and more of what was hidden underneath with an almost arousing slowness. She really wasn’t wearing any panties, he knew a few moments later. Not even a tiny thong provided at least a hint of decency. She was simply naked under her business outfit. And she was carefully shaved, he realized with a satisfied grin.

„Come to me,“ he remarked casually. „No, the other way around, turn your back to me.“

She did as instructed and he sipped his tea while he looked at the line of her back. She was one of those women with a slightly arched spine. This anatomical feature characterized the particularly provocative specimens among the women. It meant that her bottom was particularly well displayed. She had a heart-shaped bottom, the two halves of which were separated by a deep furrow.

„Get on your knees. Now put your head on the floor and present yourself to me.“

She did as ordered, offering him an extremely arousing sight for afternoon tea. Her buttocks were now gaping wide apart and he had an unobstructed view of her two orifices, one of which was closed with an energetic rosette, while the other formed an invitingly open hole at the top of her slightly open labia. He uninhibitedly reached between her legs and worked her pussy with light massaging movements. Her anus twitched slightly several times as she obscenely pushed her bottom backwards to give him even better access to her already slightly wet folds. A naked working slave who presented herself to her master so that he could enjoy her charms at will.

He let go of her, picked up his tablet and began to study the share prices while he occasionally refilled his tea and helped himself to the delicious pastries that were delivered every day from a bakery in the district. Meanwhile, she did not dare to change her position so that he could occasionally catch a glimpse of her womanhood and enjoy the sight of his slave. Because a slave she was. This was not only documented by her leather collar. She also showed this unmistakably by making no effort to resist his orders, even if they were extremely humiliating and ultimately only served to reduce her to the role of an ordinary woman.

But of course he knew that every woman is secretly looking for her master and is prepared to do anything, but really anything, for him once she has found him. And the more he embodies the type of ruler, the greater the willingness to submit that he triggers.

It naturally excited her to kneel in front of a man and present her body to him in the most obscene way possible. He would not have the opportunity to satisfy his lust for her that afternoon. But of course he would not miss the opportunity to punish her for her mistake before sending her back to her colleagues.

„Get up!“ was his command and he waited patiently until she had complied. He had never had her in his fingers before, but once was always the first time and she obviously still had to learn that he simply did not tolerate it when his subordinates did not give their all and were not focused and dedicated to the task at hand. He got up and went to his desk. When he returned, he was carrying two items whose function she could not immediately identify: A black leather strap that somehow looked like a dog leash, and a leather swatter, also black. In the Scottish Highlands, there used to be a clapper like this in every classroom. Every tutor used it too and every young girl knew exactly what its bite felt like. Back then it was called a tawse and usually consisted of a wide strip of core leather that tapered thinly towards the end and split into two separate tongues. An ideal instrument to make a young woman’s bottom glow without damaging her skin.

He stepped towards her, hooked the leather leash into the ring on her collar and connected the other end to an iron hook discreetly embedded in the wall, the existence of which she had probably not even noticed until that moment. The leash offered the young woman not much more than an arm’s length of freedom of movement. And it forced her to adopt an upright posture as she became increasingly aware that now was the time to atone for her mistakes. She was still only wearing her white blouse. Underneath, she was naked and was beginning to suspect what form her punishment would take.

„Have you had a strict upbringing?“ he asked her after he had placed her in the desired position. She shook her head timidly and he noticed how she blushed slightly. „So your father has never punished you properly, neither with the cane nor with his leather belt?“ She shook her head again. „So you’ve lacked any kind of upbringing?“ She looked down, embarrassed. „Then it’s time you finally learned that you have to pay for mistakes and will be punished for any carelessness. At least as long as you work for me and are under my thumb.“

She was about to have an experience that she had never had at home. She had probably never even received a slap in the face from her father and had therefore never experienced what it was like for a girl to be beaten and humiliated. He therefore had to assume that she would react particularly violently and he was looking forward to giving her the first real punishment of her life.

This secretly filled him with satisfaction, because he thought it was simply a shame that daughters today were no longer brought up properly. It makes them proud and deprives them of the feminine appearance that every man appreciates in a woman. And it means that they never develop feminine qualities such as humility and submission, without which a woman simply cannot lead the life that nature intended for her.

„Pull up your blouse and hold it there,“ he ordered her. With tentative movements, she grabbed the hem of the last remaining piece of clothing and pushed it up. While it had previously at least partially covered her bottom, he could now see it in its full splendor and bulge.

„I will punish you now and you will humbly accept your punishment without dodging my blows. If you do, I will continue until you have learned to be obedient. If you put your hands behind you, that will not stop me from continuing with your punishment.“

She trembled slightly and he watched with amusement as her buttocks instinctively clenched rhythmically and relaxed again. Even though she had never felt the burning effect of the leather before, her body showed the expected reactions.

He swung out and let the leather hit her exposed buttocks with full force. She may have been a novice, but he would not be tempted to treat her leniently. A woman who had been absent had to be punished, was the rule. If she had never been punished before, then that was his problem and she would have to learn not to give cause for it in future.

The bang was impressive and her reaction was correspondingly violent. Her body immediately sprang forward until it touched the wall. Her buttocks clenched tightly and an unmistakable red mark appeared on her flesh. She had mustered all her willpower not to scream out loud, but a suppressed sound still escaped her throat.

He waited with a determined expression until she had calmed down and her bottom had relaxed again. Then he struck again and followed up with another blow. She was now prancing in one spot, filled with pain, as these were the only movements she was capable of. A soft whimper escaped her lips and thick tears rolled down her cheeks. With a whole series of further blows, he finally pushed her to her limits and she could no longer help but let her screams run free. Her buttocks were now a single flaming red surface and he knew that he had chastised the woman sufficiently for her carelessness.

Without a word, he released the leash, whereupon her hands automatically snapped back and she moved away in a painfully bent posture, clutching her maltreated flesh with both hands.

„I hope that was a lesson for you. Now get dressed and go back to your work.“

He put the punishment utensils back in their place and sat down at his desk as if nothing had happened. He only noticed out of the corner of his eye that she meekly left the room at some point.