Page 38 of Bronson

He gives me a sneer.

I turn and look at my phone. It’s in front of me on the desk. The light comes on and I see Peter’s unread text flashing at the top of the screen, but the words are too small for me to read them.

There are fingertips at the cleft of my ass. I turn around. “What are you doing?”

“Plugging your bottom,” he says.

I stand straight up. “What is that? What does that even mean?”

“Lay yourself back down.” His voice is cold. His tone, low.

I don’t want to obey him, but I do. I lie down over the desk. He lifts my skirt, putting it back into place.

His fingers return. I try to relax but I’ve never had anyone touch my bottom like this. His fingers are crawling, exploring. They are slick—he’s lubed them—and they press further between my ass cheeks.

His finger is on my bottom hole. I gasp. The jelly is cold and wet and my mind goes blank. I’m almost in shock as he forces his way past the rim of my ass.

Panic runs through me. My protest catches in my throat. His finger pushes past my tight entrance, right into my most taboo orifice. Shame, humiliation, curiosity, and pleasure spin into a tornado of emotions. Tears prick at the backs of my eyes as his finger slides in up to his first knuckle.

No one has ever touched me here. No one has even mentioned doing so.

Now, his finger slides out. There’s a cold metallic feeling thing pressing, wanting to go where his finger had been. My ass cheeks clench, trying to protect myself. For that I get a sharp slap on my bottom.

“Relax.”

I obey, taking a deep breath and loosening my muscles.

“I’m going to slide this in. And you’re going to wear it the rest of your working day. I’m afraid you’ll be quite uncomfortable, but it will be an excellent reminder to you. Every time you feel the plug stretching, pulling, filling you, I want you to remember my rules.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” His hand is on my lower back. Slowly, he pushes the intrusive thing inside of me. My muscles clench and fight despite my best efforts to comply. But the plug wins. I lie over the desk, taking in the sensation of the wretched thing.

It is pulling. And burning. I move my hips, testing. It’s uncomfortable. As he said it would be.

“Now, for your spanking.”

“What? Two punishments for one little⁠—”

My ass is peppered with spanks, immediately cutting off my complaint. “Are you the one that doles out the punishments here, or am I?”

I don’t answer and I receive two sharp slaps on the tops of my thighs. I quickly call out, “You are, sir.”

“That’s right.” He spanks the center of my ass and it feels as if the plug is pushed further in. He spanks again and I worry that it will bury itself in me.

“How… how do I get it out?”

“It has a handle. I’ll remove it when the workday is through.” He spanks me several more times, ensuring both cheeks of my ass are fully burning.

His hands go to my panties. Despite the pain of my punished bottom, goosebumps rise on my thighs as he rolls them up and over my bottom. My dress is put back into place and he helps me up from the desk.

As I move, the plug moves with me. An intruder.

He looks at me. I can’t read the expression on his face.

He sends me back to work.

My face is flushed as I leave the office. Alice shoots me a worried glance. She’s with a customer. I give her a smile and go to an open counter. I shift my weight on my feet, trying to find a comfortable standing position with the queer feeling of my plugged bottom.