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Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Thu, 16 Jan 2025 09:39:26 GMT

Darth Bombad: changed some story beats

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her.

"No choice."

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

The privacy, and prestige of her comfy little office was gone, her new desk was in a cramped cubicle. Kelly was waiting for her when Cheryl arrived. Huge shit eating grin plastered across her face.

"Hi, Cherie!" She says in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Cheryl bristled at the indignity of the childish nickname, but decided to let it pass.

"Kelly." She says with as much civility as she could muster.

"Ms. Ortega." She corrected.

Cheryl's fist clenched, but she swallowed her pride. "Ms. Ortega."

"That's better. Ms. Valentine just wanted me to inform you that some of your colleagues might get a bit... handsy. Normally that would be a violation of HR regulations, but Ms. Valentine feels it would help get it out of their system, if we waved those protections with you. Boys will be boys after all."

Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her!

Kelly unzips the duffel and retrieves the plastic bag with Cheryl's old clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore. Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherie."

With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day.

--

And so it was that Cheryl spent her first demeaning day as an Office Girl padding around stupidly in her slutty outfit, emptying bins, taking coffee orders, retrieving things from the supply closet and photocopying documents for her former underlings. Cheryl had always been a rising star, so this kind of work was completely new to her. Not that it was very challenging.

People came from all over the building to watch the one time high flyer reduced to something so small. Unfortunately, Cheryl had always been cold and haughty to pretty much everyone, so nobody cut her a break. They openly mocked her, talked down to her and set the skanky new Office Girl a myriad of arbitrary tasks...The men in-particular set Cheryl tasks that caused her to bend over a lot and flash her thong splayed butt cheeks. This was to be her new life and her harassers didn't miss an opportunity to take pictures on their phones.

Then there was their hands, they never seemed to fail to cup her ass, or tits as they "helpfully" guided Cheryl where she need to be. As if this work was that hard to grasp.

--

Finally the day was over, Cheryl quickly pulled her new coat on over the humiliating uniform. Grabbed the duffel that held her spares, and headed for the garage, trying to ignore the snickering and leering stares of everyone she passed.

But when she gets there she finds...

'''Who?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly|Kelly]]

*[[Office Punishment/Rosa|Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly and Rosa|Kelly and Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/No one|No one]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Thu, 16 Jan 2025 09:29:03 GMT

Darth Bombad: changed some story beats

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case to win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from here on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back to reality by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

The secretary steps forward, full of cruel anticipation. "What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with fake pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops.

"That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary. Or 10 years as our little pet!"

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on's, bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
- Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut thong, with little quick release clips on the side. With a matching triangle-bikini style, bra, with a similar clip in the center. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of being 13, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy schoolgirl years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and bracelets, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She choked back a sob as she put them on. Lastly was a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her underwear.

She was also instructed to give up her contact lenses. In their place were several pairs of thick black rimed, square, "nerd glasses".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, her cute little belly button was visible, and a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red straps of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

The thought of it made her want to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being dressed as she was under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it and hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she removed her trench coat.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing this degrading outfit.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]

*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Thu, 16 Jan 2025 08:46:04 GMT

Darth Bombad: Fixed Grammar

'''Prologue'''
----

Cheryl Ross, Esq. was always on the fast track to success, moving swiftly through her schooling, she graduated Law School at just 19. This impressive feat earned her a shot, right out of the gate with Anderson & Smith, a prestigious corporate law firm.

Her youthful good looks hid a fierce intellect, and a ruthless nature, she had quickly earned a string of impressive victories, catapulting straight into the upper echelons of the firm.

So here she was, not even 30, and she had her own office, high in a shining corporate tower. And one day she'd sit at the top, as a full partner. It was inevitable, everyone new it, it was destiny.

-

However not everyone appreciated her meteoric rise. Chief among them was Rosa Valentine. She held a deep seeded insecurity for her fellow attorney, that only grew as the little prodigy continued to rise. Which all boiled over when Cheryl was giving an important client over her.

"They chose that... child! over me!" Rosa seethed to her reflection in the ladies bathroom. Rosa had been climbing the ladder here at A&S for almost as long as that brat had been alive!

Rosa was in her late 40s, but the tall, dark haired Italian was still as exotic and sexy as ever. She had never slept around at work, but she wasn't afraid to use her domineering sex appeal to disarm opposing council.

In many ways, Cheryl was her polar opposite. No less attractive, but more cute then sexy. With her short stature, chestnut brown hair, big blue eyes and round button nose. She looked more like a schoolgirl than a lawyer. A fact she had used to great effect, getting her opponents to underestimate her.

Rosa splashed water on her face, and began to cool down. A devious smile soon crept across her face, a sinister plan was forming. it was time to take the little princess down.

-

She spent the next week preparing, the secretary pool would be her best allies. Cheryl had never been overtly cruel to them, but she had made it pretty clear that she looked down on them, on their lack of drive, of ambition. More concerned with boys--Cheryl had never had time for such things--and gossip than working to get ahead.

So when one of these office drones shoved papers for her to sign in her face as she was on her way to an important meeting, she signed them without question. These things were beneath her, and a waste of her valuable time.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

----

'''Day One'''

Cheryl arrived at work, and parked her Lexus, like she had many times before. A cold shiver ran up her spine as she crossed into the lobby, but she brushed it off and took the elevator up to the A&S offices. If only she knew what awaited her.

Before she could even sit down, she was called into Mr. Winston's office. He was a junior partner, and her boss, Cheryl couldn't help but feel like she was being called into the principles office. But that was silly, she was a model employee, she had nothing to fear... right?

"John"

"Cheryl, (sigh) have a seat"

Cheryl didn't like the sound of his tone. "What's this all about"

"I'll be blunt, we know about the money."

"What money?" Cheryl said, genuinely confused.

"The money you embezzled from the firm." He slid a document across his desk to Cheryl.

As she read, her stomach twisted into knots, and her heart caught in her throat. "This... this isn't me!"

"That's your signature isn't it?"

"Y... yes. but-"

"Save it. Now, normally we'd have you fired and arrested. But it would put a black mark on the firm to have our rising star betray us like this."

"I didn't betray you sir." Cheryl sobs, as tears begin to flow.

Mr. Winston just ignores her and continues. "But, I've been giving another idea. You can either face the law, or submit yourself to our... personal punishment.

"pun... punishment?"

He slides her another document. "Yes, sign that contract, and you agree to any and all judgments we deem necessary. Refuse, or renege on the deal later, and we press charges. And with our legal pull, you know we'll get you 10 years."

(sniff) "You can't be serious. I didn't do it!"

"I'm deadly serious Cheryl. You stole over $500'000 from us. The higher-ups want you to pay. Severely."

Cheryl's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a bad dream!

"Your decision, Ms. Ross?"

Cheryl didn't want to admit to something she didn't do, but she definitely didn't want to go to jail. She takes a deep breath, calms her nerves, and resolves herself.

"Alright..."

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Sign it|Sign it]]

*[[Office Punishment/Refuse|Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

You Get Dressed

Darth Bombad — Sun, 29 Dec 2024 07:18:16 GMT

Darth Bombad: changed a few things

You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A white cotton bralette. And a pair of full cut, white cotton briefs, with a little bow in the center waistband. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, even with your modest underwear it was clear that you had a great figure. You were proud of your body, though you would '''never''' show it off in public. "''That's how bad girls who want attention behave"'' you think. Dutifully parroting your mothers lessons to you.

You're soon finished getting dressed. Your outfit consists of a pair of black tights, with matching dress shoes. A grey pleated skirt. White button up blouse. And a dark blue cardigan. Anyone who didn't know any better would think that it was a school uniform. But the truth was. That after a lifetime of fancy private schools, you were simply used to dressing this way. Besides, you were raised to be a proper lady. You wouldn't dare wear some of the revealing clothes other girls your age wore nowadays.

Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. You never felt comfortable with much more than that. Your Jewelry was the most important part. Two symbols of who you were. Your silver crucifix necklace, and matching purity ring. Both gifts from your parents.
You know that the other girls think that your stuck-up, prudish, and frigid. They call you "princess" behind your back. And mock your abstinence group. But you don't care. You're proud to be a virgin, and will happily wait for your wedding night. Besides, you were more than popular enough.

Taking a scrunchy the same color as your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. With that, you're ready to go. And just in time too. As there is another knock at the door.

"Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see.

[[Will|Your security detail.]]

[[Masked man|A man in a ski mask.]]

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Wed, 15 Nov 2023 01:44:38 GMT

Darth Bombad: edited line

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her.

"No choice."

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

The privacy, and prestige of her comfy little office was gone, her new desk was in a cramped cubicle. Kelly was waiting for her when Cheryl arrived. Huge shit eating grin plastered across her face.

"Hi, Cherry!- oh, that's your new nickname by the way. Cherry. I think it suits you."

Cheryl bristled at the indignity of being renamed, especially to something so ridiculous.

"Ms. Valentine just wanted me to inform you that some of your colleagues might get a bit... handsy. Normally that would be a violation of HR regulations, but Ms. Valentine feels it would help get it out of their system, if we waved those protections with you. Boys will be boys after all."

Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her!

Kelly unzips the duffel and retrieves the plastic bag with Cheryl's old clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore. Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherry."

With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day.

--

And so it was that Cheryl spent her first demeaning day as an Office Girl padding around stupidly in her slutty outfit, emptying bins, taking coffee orders, retrieving things from the supply closet and photocopying documents for her former underlings. Cheryl had always been a rising star, so this kind of work was completely new to her. Not that it was very challenging.

People came from all over the building to watch the one time high flyer reduced to something so small. Unfortunately, Cheryl had always been cold and haughty to pretty much everyone, so nobody cut her a break. They openly mocked her, talked down to her and set the skanky new Office Girl a myriad of arbitrary tasks...The men in-particular set Cheryl tasks that caused her to bend over a lot and flash her thong splayed butt cheeks. This was to be her new life and her harassers didn't miss an opportunity to take pictures on their phones.

Then there was their hands, they never seemed to fail to cup her ass, or tits as they "helpfully" guided Cheryl where she need to be. As if this work was that hard to grasp.

But worst of all was that dammed name. Cherry. They all called her Cherry. Just like the frat boys in college, who taunted who for her prudish, virginal behavior. Could those two witches have known somehow?

--

Finally the day was over, Cheryl quickly pulled her new coat on over the humiliating uniform. Grabbed the duffel that held her spares, and headed for the garage, trying to ignore the snickering and leering stares of everyone she passed.

But when she gets there she finds...

'''Who?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly|Kelly]]

*[[Office Punishment/Rosa|Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly and Rosa|Kelly and Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/No one|No one]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Wed, 15 Nov 2023 01:40:27 GMT

Darth Bombad: formatting

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case to win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from here on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back to reality by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

The secretary steps forward, full of cruel anticipation. "What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with fake pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on's, bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
- Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of being 13, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy schoolgirl years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and bracelets, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She choked back a sob as she put them on. Lastly was a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her underwear.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got ther

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, her cute little belly button was visible, and a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red straps of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

The thought of it made her want to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being dressed as she was under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it and hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act dress a bimbo slut in the place where she'd earned respect, performing menial tasks for minimum wage.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing this degrading outfit.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]

*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Wed, 15 Nov 2023 01:39:13 GMT

Darth Bombad:

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her.

"No choice."

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

The privacy, and prestige of her comfy little office was gone, her new desk was in a cramped cubicle. Kelly was waiting for her when Cheryl arrived. Huge shit eating grin plastered across her face.

"Hi, Cherry!- oh, that's your new nickname by the way. Cherry. I think it suits you."

Cheryl bristled at the indignity of being renamed, especially to something so ridiculous.

"Ms. Valentine just wanted me to inform you that some of your colleagues might get a bit... handsy. Normally that would be a violation of HR regulations, but Ms. Valentine feels it would help get it out of their system, if we waved those protections with you. Boys will be boys after all."

Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her!

Kelly unzips the duffel and retrieves the plastic bag with Cheryl's old clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore. Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherry."

With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day.

--

And so it was that Cheryl spent her first demeaning day as an Office Girl padding around stupidly in her slutty outfit, emptying bins, taking coffee orders, retrieving things from the supply closet and photocopying documents for her former underlings. Cheryl had always been a rising star, so this kind of work was completely new to her. Not that it was very challenging.

People came from all over the building to watch the one time high flyer reduced to something so small. Unfortunately, Cheryl had always been cold and haughty to pretty much everyone, so nobody cut her a break. They openly mocked her, talked down to her and set the skanky new Office Girl a myriad of arbitrary tasks...The men in-particular set Cheryl tasks that caused her to bend over a lot and flash her thong splayed butt cheeks. This was to be her new life and her harassers didn't miss an opportunity to take pictures on their phones.

Then there was their hands, they never seemed to fail to cup her ass, or tits as they "helpfully" guided Cheryl where she need to be. As if this work was that hard to grasp.

But worst of all was that dammed name. Cherry. They all called her Cherry. Just like the frat boys in college, who taunted who for her prudish, virginal behavior. Could those two witches have known somehow?

--

Finally the day was over, Cheryl quickly pulled her new coat on over her humiliating uniform. Grabbed the duffel that held her spares, and headed for the garage.

But when she gets there she finds...

'''Who?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly|Kelly]]

*[[Office Punishment/Rosa|Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly and Rosa|Kelly and Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/No one|No one]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Wed, 15 Nov 2023 01:38:30 GMT

Darth Bombad: edited chapter

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her.

"No choice."

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

'''Work in progress'''

The privacy, and prestige of her comfy little office was gone, her new desk was in a cramped cubicle. Kelly was waiting for her when Cheryl arrived. Huge shit eating grin plastered across her face.

"Hi, Cherry!- oh, that's your new nickname by the way. Cherry. I think it suits you."

Cheryl bristled at the indignity of being renamed, especially to something so ridiculous.

"Ms. Valentine just wanted me to inform you that some of your colleagues might get a bit... handsy. Normally that would be a violation of HR regulations, but Ms. Valentine feels it would help get it out of their system, if we waved those protections with you. Boys will be boys after all."

Cheryl was stunned. They had to be joking, right? They couldn't do this to her!

Kelly unzips the duffel and retrieves the plastic bag with Cheryl's old clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore. Well, I better let you get to work. Enjoy your first day... Cherry."

With that, the Latina secretary sashayed away, leaving poor Cheryl despondent. This was going to be a long day.

--

And so it was that Cheryl spent her first demeaning day as an Office Girl padding around stupidly in her slutty outfit, emptying bins, taking coffee orders, retrieving things from the supply closet and photocopying documents for her former underlings. Cheryl had always been a rising star, so this kind of work was completely new to her. Not that it was very challenging.

People came from all over the building to watch the one time high flyer reduced to something so small. Unfortunately, Cheryl had always been cold and haughty to pretty much everyone, so nobody cut her a break. They openly mocked her, talked down to her and set the skanky new Office Girl a myriad of arbitrary tasks...The men in-particular set Cheryl tasks that caused her to bend over a lot and flash her thong splayed butt cheeks. This was to be her new life and her harassers didn't miss an opportunity to take pictures on their phones.

Then there was their hands, they never seemed to fail to cup her ass, or tits as they "helpfully" guided Cheryl where she need to be. As if this work was that hard to grasp.

But worst of all was that dammed name. Cherry. They all called her Cherry. Just like the frat boys in college, who taunted who for her prudish, virginal behavior. Could those two witches have known somehow?

--

Finally the day was over, Cheryl quickly pulled her new coat on over her humiliating uniform. Grabbed the duffel that held her spares, and headed for the garage.

But when she gets there she finds...

'''Who?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly|Kelly]]

*[[Office Punishment/Rosa|Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/Kelly and Rosa|Kelly and Rosa]]

*[[Office Punishment/No one|No one]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Wed, 15 Nov 2023 01:34:22 GMT

Darth Bombad: formatting

'''Prologue'''
----

Cheryl Ross, Esq. was always on the fast track to success, moving swiftly through her schooling, she graduated Law School at just 19. This impressive feat earned her a shot, right out of the gate with Anderson & Smith, a prestigious corporate law firm.

Her youthful good looks hid a fierce intellect, and a ruthless nature, she had quickly earned a string of impressive victories, catapulting straight into the upper echelons of the firm.

So here she was, not even 30, and she had her own office, high in a shining corporate tower. And one day she'd sit at the top, as a full partner. It was inevitable, everyone new it, it was destiny.

-

However not everyone appreciated her meteoric rise. Chief among them was Rosa Valentine. She held a deep seeded insecurity for her fellow attorney, that only grew as the little prodigy continued to rise. Which all boiled over when Cheryl was giving an important client over her.

"They chose that... child! over me!" Rosa seethed to her reflection in the ladies bathroom. Rosa had been climbing the ladder here at A&S for almost as long as that brat had been alive!

Rosa was in her early 40s, but the tall, dark haired Italian was still as exotic and sexy as ever. She had never slept around at work, but she wasn't afraid to use her domineering sex appeal to disarm opposing council.

In many ways, Cheryl was her polar opposite. No less attractive, but more cute then sexy. With her short stature, chestnut brown hair, big blue eyes and round button nose. She looked more like a schoolgirl than a lawyer. A fact she had used to great effect, getting her opponents to underestimate her.

Rosa splashed water on her face, and began to cool down. A devious smile soon crept across her face, a sinister plan was forming. it was time to take the princess down.

-

She spent the next week preparing, the secretary pool would be her best allies. Cheryl had never been overtly cruel to them, but she had made it pretty clear that she looked down on them, on their lack of drive, of ambition. More concerned with boys--Cheryl had never had time for such things--and gossip than working to get ahead.

So when one of these office drones shoved papers for her to sign in her face as she was on hew way to an important meeting, she signed them without question. These things were beneath her, and a waste of her valuable time.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

----

'''Day One'''

Cheryl arrived at work, and parked her Lexus, like she had many times before. A cold shiver ran up her spine as she crossed into the lobby, but she brushed it off and took the elevator up to the A&S offices. If only she knew what awaited her.

Before she could even sit down, she was called into Mr. Winston's office. He was a junior partner, and her boss, Cheryl couldn't help but feel like she was being called into the principles office. But that was silly, she was a model employee, she had nothing to fear... right?

"John"

"Cheryl, (sigh) have a seat"

Cheryl didn't like the sound of his tone. "What's this all about"

"I'll be blunt, we know about the money."

"What money?" Cheryl said, genuinely confused.

"The money you embezzled from the firm." He slid a document across his desk to Cheryl.

As she read, her stomach twisted into knots, and her heart caught in her throat. "This... this isn't me!"

"That's your signature isn't it?"

"Y... yes. but-"

"Save it. Now, normally we'd have you fired and arrested. But it would put a black mark on the firm to have our rising star betray us like this."

"I didn't betray you sir." Cheryl sobs, as tears begin to flow.

Mr. Winston just ignores her and continues. "But, I've been giving another idea. You can either face the law, or submit yourself to our... personal punishment.

"pun... punishment?"

He slides her another document. "Yes, sign that contract, and you agree to any and all judgments we deem necessary. Refuse, or renege on the deal later, and we press charges. And with our legal pull, you know we'll get you 10 years."

(sniff) "You can't be serious. I didn't do it!"

"I'm deadly serious Cheryl. You stole over $500'000 from us. The higher-ups want you to pay. Severely."

Cheryl's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a bad dream!

"Your decision, Ms. Ross?"

Cheryl didn't want to admit to something she didn't do, but she definitely didn't want to go to jail. She takes a deep breath, calms her nerves, and resolves herself.

"Alright..."

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Sign it|Sign it]]

*[[Office Punishment/Refuse|Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Wed, 15 Nov 2023 00:58:51 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 23:55:27 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress

Office Punishment/Her first client

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 23:51:35 GMT

Darth Bombad: deleting chapter

Office Punishment/Lose the bet

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Darth Bombad: deleting chapter

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 23:49:24 GMT

Darth Bombad: grammar

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case to win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from here on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back to reality by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

The secretary steps forward, full of cruel anticipation. "What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with fake pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on's, bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
- Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of being 13, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy schoolgirl years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and bracelets, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She choked back a sob as she put them on. Lastly was a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her underwear.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got ther

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, her cute little belly button was visible, and a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red straps of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

The thought of it made her want to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being dressed as she was under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it and hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act dress a bimbo slut in the place where she'd earned respect, performing menial tasks for minimum wage.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing this degrading outfit.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 23:21:45 GMT

Darth Bombad: grammar

'''Prologue'''
----

Cheryl Ross, Esq. was always on the fast track to success, moving swiftly through her schooling, she graduated Law School at just 19. This impressive feat earned her a shot, right out of the gate with Anderson & Smith, a prestigious corporate law firm.

Her youthful good looks hid a fierce intellect, and a ruthless nature, she had quickly earned a string of impressive victories, catapulting straight into the upper echelons of the firm.

So here she was, not even 30, and she had her own office, high in a shining corporate tower. And one day she'd sit at the top, as a full partner. It was inevitable, everyone new it, it was destiny.

-

However not everyone appreciated her meteoric rise. Chief among them was Rosa Valentine. She held a deep seeded insecurity for her fellow attorney, that only grew as the little prodigy continued to rise. Which all boiled over when Cheryl was giving an important client over her.

"They chose that... child! over me!" Rosa seethed to her reflection in the ladies bathroom. Rosa had been climbing the ladder here at A&S for almost as long as that brat had been alive!

Rosa was in her early 40s, but the tall, dark haired Italian was still as exotic and sexy as ever. She had never slept around at work, but she wasn't afraid to use her domineering sex appeal to disarm opposing council.

In many ways, Cheryl was her polar opposite. No less attractive, but more cute then sexy. With her short stature, chestnut brown hair, big blue eyes and round button nose. She looked more like a schoolgirl than a lawyer. A fact she had used to great effect, getting her opponents to underestimate her.

Rosa splashed water on her face, and began to cool down. A devious smile soon crept across her face, a sinister plan was forming. it was time to take the princess down.

-

She spent the next week preparing, the secretary pool would be her best allies. Cheryl had never been overtly cruel to them, but she had made it pretty clear that she looked down on them, on their lack of drive, of ambition. More concerned with boys--Cheryl had never had time for such things--and gossip than working to get ahead.

So when one of these office drones shoved papers for her to sign in her face as she was on hew way to an important meeting, she signed them without question. These things were beneath her, and a waste of her valuable time.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

----

'''Day One'''

Cheryl arrived at work, and parked her Lexus, like she had many times before. A cold shiver ran up her spine as she crossed into the lobby, but she brushed it off and took the elevator up to the A&S offices. If only she knew what awaited her.

Before she could even sit down, she was called into Mr. Winston's office. He was a junior partner, and her boss, Cheryl couldn't help but feel like she was being called into the principles office. But that was silly, she was a model employee, she had nothing to fear... right?

"John"

"Cheryl, (sigh) have a seat"

Cheryl didn't like the sound of his tone. "What's this all about"

"I'll be blunt, we know about the money."

"What money?" Cheryl said, genuinely confused.

"The money you embezzled from the firm." He slid a document across his desk to Cheryl.

As she read, her stomach twisted into knots, and her heart caught in her throat. "This... this isn't me!"

"That's your signature isn't it?"

"Y... yes. but-"

"Save it. Now, normally we'd have you fired and arrested. But it would put a black mark on the firm to have our rising star betray us like this."

"I didn't betray you sir." Cheryl sobs, as tears begin to flow.

Mr. Winston just ignores her and continues. "But, I've been giving another idea. You can either face the law, or submit yourself to our... personal punishment.

"pun... punishment?"

He slides her another document. "Yes, sign that contract, and you agree to any and all judgments we deem necessary. Refuse, or renege on the deal later, and we press charges. And with our legal pull, you know we'll get you 10 years."

(sniff) "You can't be serious. I didn't do it!"

"I'm deadly serious Cheryl. You stole over $500'000 from us. The higher-ups want you to pay. Severely."

Cheryl's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a bad dream!

"Your decision, Ms. Ross?"

Cheryl didn't want to admit to something she didn't do, but she definitely didn't want to go to jail. She takes a deep breath, calms her nerves, and resolves herself.

"Alright..."

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Sign it|Sign it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Refuse|Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 14:26:10 GMT

Darth Bombad: grammar

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

"What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with mock pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on's, bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
-Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and braceletts, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She had to choke back a sob as she put them on. And a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

There was one final box, but a note on the top said to open in the bathroom at work.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

The thought of it made her want to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being dressed as she was under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it and hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act dress a bimbo slut in the place where she'd earned respect, performing menial tasks for minimum wage.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing this degrading outfit.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 14:25:09 GMT

Darth Bombad:

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

"What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with mock pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on', bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
-Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and braceletts, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She had to choke back a sob as she put them on. And a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

There was one final box, but a note on the top said to open in the bathroom at work.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

The thought of it made her want to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being dressed as she was under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it and hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act dress a bimbo slut in the place where she'd earned respect, performing menial tasks for minimum wage.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing this degrading outfit.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 14:24:28 GMT

Darth Bombad: edited chapter

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

"What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with mock pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

'''Work in progress'''

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on', bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
-Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and braceletts, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She had to choke back a sob as she put them on. And a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

There was one final box, but a note on the top said to open in the bathroom at work.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

The thought of it made her want to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being dressed as she was under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it and hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act dress a bimbo slut in the place where she'd earned respect, performing menial tasks for minimum wage.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing this degrading outfit.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 14:15:31 GMT

Darth Bombad:

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

"What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with mock pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

'''Work in progress'''

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on', bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
-Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings and bracelet. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings and braceletts, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She had to choke back a sob as she put them on. And a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing. Her blouse only buttoned at the middle, showing off so much cleavage, you could see the red center of her bra. It also left much of her abs exposed, a strip of her creamy skin could be seen all the way around. With the bright red of her high-cut thong peaking up at the sides. The skirt wasn't much better. It was so short that if she bent over, sat down, or did much of anything, she'd flash her ass and/or red pantied crotch to the world.

Combined with the hair, make-up, and slutty stockings and shoes, she looked like a cheap stripper! doing an office stag party.

Tha wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 14:03:15 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

"What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with mock pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

'''Work in progress'''

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde".

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails--1.5 inch stiletto press on', bright red and glossy--and gave her eyelash extensions.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
-Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. Leather hand bag. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that closely hugged her hips, and was perilously short, barely covering her crotch. And as if it didn't show enough thigh, it was slit up one side. The slit, was where it fastened, via velcro. Her top, was a white, cotton, short sleeve blouse. Like the skirt it was very tight, leaving little to the imagination. It was also a little too short, coming down to just above her naval. It also lacked buttons, having just two, quick release snaps near the middle.

Just as bad were her accessories. A box of numerous silvery earrings, they looked just like her beloved Tiffany ones. But were mere 50 cent costume jewelry. She had to choke back a sob as she put them on. And a cheap purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire.

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript tan trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl took a look at herself in the mirror, as she figured, the clothes were incredibly tight and revealing.

wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 13:01:52 GMT

Darth Bombad:

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

"What was it you called us lowly secretaries?" She mock asked. "Oh yeah! Brainless eye candy that answers phones."

A guilty lump formed in Cheryl's throat. She had said that little barb to her mom on the phone. She didn't know anyone had overheard her.

"Well you won't be trusted with answering phones. Or arranging meetings, or managing schedules, or anything else that requires the ''talent'' of a secretary."

"Wha.. what's she talking about?"

"You see Cheryl, dear." Rosa says with mock pleasantry. "Publicly, you'll be on extended sabbatical. But privately, within the firm, your being demoted."

"To... to what?"

Kelly beams an evil grin as she answers. "You'll be serving a life sentence, as an Office Girl." She let's that sink in, snickering as Cheryl's draw literally drops. "That's right. From now on you'll work minimum wage, doing only the most menial tasks. Photocopying, taking coffee orders, emptying the bins etc."

Cheryl was dumbfounded. "You... you're crazy! I won't-"

"It's that, or go to jail." Rosa cuts her off. "10 years, in a federal penitentiary."

Cheryl hangs her head in defeat. She wants to cry, but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Good choice. Kelly?" She moves to hand Cheryl a card. "Head to this address. They'll get you ready for your new job. You should be back before lunch is up."

Cheryl was confused. But she was so overwhelmed she just took the card and quickly left the office. Not wanting to be in the presence of these cackling witches any longer.

'''Work in progress'''

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Rosa, and the girls their had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde"

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1.5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work."
-Rosa Valentine,Esq.

P.S. "Put your old clothes in and jewelry in the plastic bag provided."

With a heavy heart Cheryl surrendered her things to the bag. A finely tailored navy blue blazer with matching skirt. A crisp white blouse. A pair of black high heels. Her lacy, black bra and panties. And worst of all, her silver Tiffany earrings. They were the first thing she bought after she started making serious money at the firm. They had sort of become her trademark.

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. There were a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

She couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new underwear The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Her "clothes" weren't much to speak of either. A grey skirt, that was was tight, closely hugging her hips perilously short, barely covering her crotch.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 12:07:10 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on. The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. "How can I admit to something I didn't do?"

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd worked for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign." She was just buying time, she told herself. She'll prove her innocence, this was just another case win.

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at Mr Winston, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." Mr. Winston took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "Report to Ms. Valentine."

"Rosa?"

"Yes. She will be handling your punishment from her on out." He waved her out of his office. "You've wasted so much potential." he said pouring himself a scotch.

"John."

"Mister Winston." He corrected curtly.

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger and disappointment in his eyes. "Mister Winston."

Cheryl hurried out of Mr Winston's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

-

Cheryl was numb as she left his office. Her whole world was crumbling. She didn't register anything as she walked back to her office. She was snapped back to reality by the sight of Rosa Valentine sitting in her chair.

"What the hell are you doing in my chair?" Cheryl asks, regaining some fire in her as she closes the door.

"I think you mean ''my'' chair." Rosa responds with a smirk.

"What?"

"Yeah. I've been been given your office, and all of your clients. What? you didn't actually think you'd keep your old position did you?"

Cheryl's head was spinning again. She was brought back by another woman, a strangely familiar Latina exiting Rosa's--formerly Cheryl's--private bathroom.

"Who... who are you?"

(huff) "Figures you wouldn't even know my name."

"Cheryl this is Kelly, my new personal assistant."

A flash of memory goes through Cheryl, a Latina secretary handing her a bundle of "routine" documents to sign.

"You! your the ones who did this to me!" It's all Cheryl can do to keep from jumping the desk and strangling them.

"Nonsense." Rosa retorts "You have no proof. Besides, we were the faithful employees that discovered your shameful theft."

Cheryl felt her rage dissolve into despair. They were right, no one would believe her.

"Now, we've been working on what your punishment should be. And Kelly here had a great idea."

'''Work in progress'''

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by David, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde"

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1.5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mr Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 11:34:44 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress

Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 11:15:13 GMT

Darth Bombad: Edited chapter

'''Prologue'''
----

Cheryl Ross, Esq. was always on the fast track to success, moving swiftly through her schooling, she graduated Law School at just 19. This impressive feat earned her a shot, right out of the gate with Anderson & Smith, a prestigious corporate law firm.

Her youthful good looks hid a fierce intellect, and a ruthless nature, she had quickly earned a string of impressive victories, catapulting straight into the upper echelons of the firm.

So here she was, not even 30, and she had her own office, high in a shining corporate tower. And one day she'd sit at the top, as a full partner. It was inevitable, everyone new it, it was destiny.

-

However not everyone appreciated her meteoric rise. Chief among them was Rosa Valentine. She held a deep seeded insecurity for her fellow attorney, that only grew as the little prodigy continued to rise. Which all boiled over when Cheryl was giving an important client over her.

"They chose that... child! over me!" Rosa seethed to her reflection in the ladies bathroom. Rosa had been climbing the ladder here at A&S for almost as long as that brat had been alive!

Rosa was in her early 40s, but the tall, dark haired Italian was still as exotic and sexy as ever. She had never slept around at work, but she wasn't afraid to use her domineering sex appeal to disarm opposing council.

In many ways, Cheryl was her polar opposite. No less attractive, but more cute then sexy. With her short stature, chestnut brown hair, big blue eyes and round button nose. She looked more like a schoolgirl than a lawyer. A fact she had used to great effect, getting her opponents to underestimate her.

Rosa splashed water on her face, and began to cool down. A devious smile soon crept across her face, a sinister plan was forming. it was time to take the princess down.

-

She spent the next week preparing, the secretary pool would be her best allies. Cheryl had never been overtly cruel to them, but she had made it pretty clear that she looked down on them, on their lack of drive, of ambition. More concerned with boys--Cheryl had never had time for such things--and gossip than working to get ahead.

So when one of these office drones shove papers for her to sign in her face as she was on hew way to an important meeting, she signed them without question. These things were beneath her, and a waste of her valuable time.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

----

'''Day One'''

Cheryl arrived at work, and parked her Lexus, like she had many times before. A cold shiver ran up her spine as she crossed into the lobby, but she brushed it off and took the elevator up to the A&S offices. If only she knew what awaited her.

Before she could even sit down, she was called into Mr. Winston's office. He was a junior partner, and her boss, Cheryl couldn't help but feel like she was being called into the principles office. But that was silly, she was a model employee, she had nothing to fear... right?

"John"

"Cheryl, (sigh) have a seat"

Cheryl didn't like the sound of his tone. "What's this all about"

"I'll be blunt, we know about the money."

"What money?" Cheryl said, genuinely confused.

"The money you embezzled from the firm." He slid a document across his desk to Cheryl.

As she read her stomach twisted into knots, and her heart caught in her throat. "This... this isn't me!"

"That's your signature isn't it?"

"Y... yes. but-"

"Save it. Now, normally we'd have you fired and arrested. But it would put a black mark on the firm to have our rising star betray us like this."

"I didn't betray you sir." Cheryl sobs, as tears begin to flow.

Mr. Winston just ignores her and continues. "But, I've been giving another idea. You can either face the law, or submit yourself to our... personal punishment.

"pun... punishment?"

He slides her another document. "Yes, sign that contract, and you agree to any and all judgments we deem necessary. Refuse, or renege on the deal later, and we press charges. And with our legal pull, you know we'll get you 10 years."

(sniff) "You can't be serious. I didn't do it!"

"I'm deadly serious Cheryl. You stole over $500'000 from us. The higher-ups want you to pay. Severely."

Cheryl's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a bad dream!

"Your decision, Ms. Ross?"

Cheryl didn't want to admit to something she didn't do, but she definitely didn't want to go to jail. She takes a deep breath, calms her nerves, and resolves herself.

"Alright..."

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Sign it|Sign it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Refuse|Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 10:17:53 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress

'''Prologue'''

Cheryl Ross, Esq. was always on the fast track to success, moving swiftly through her schooling, she graduated Law School at just 19. This impressive feat earned her a shot, right out of the gate with Anderson & Smith, a prestigious corporate law firm.

Her youthful good looks hid a fierce intellect, and a ruthless nature, she had quickly earned a string of impressive victories, catapulting straight into the upper echelons of the firm.

So here she was, not even 30, and she had her own office, high in a shining corporate tower. And one day she'd sit at the top, as a full partner. It was inevitable, everyone new it, it was destiny.

-

However not everyone appreciated her meteoric rise. Chief among them was Rosa Valentine. She held a deep seeded insecurity for her fellow attorney, that only grew as the little prodigy continued to rise. Which all boiled over when Cheryl was giving an important client over her.

"They chose that... child! over me!" Rosa seethed to her reflection in the ladies bathroom. Rosa had been climbing the ladder here at A&S for almost as long as that brat had been alive!

Rosa was in her early 40s, but the tall, dark haired Italian was still as exotic and sexy as ever. She had never slept around at work, but she wasn't afraid to use her domineering sex appeal to disarm opposing council.

In many ways, Cheryl was her polar opposite. No less attractive, but more cute then sexy. With her short stature, chestnut brown hair, big blue eyes and round button nose. She looked more like a schoolgirl than a lawyer. A fact she had used to great effect, getting her opponents to underestimate her.

Rosa splashed water on her face, and began to cool down. A devious smile soon crept across her face, a sinister plan was forming. it was time to take the princess down.

-

She spent the next week preparing, the secretary pool would be her best allies. Cheryl had never been overtly cruel to them, but she had made it pretty clear that she looked down on them, on their lack of drive, of ambition. More concerned with boys--Cheryl had never had time for such things--and gossip than working to get ahead.

So when one of these office drones shove papers for her to sign in her face as she was on hew way to an important meeting, she signed them without question. These things were beneath her, and a waste of her valuable time.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

-

'''Day One'''

'''Work in Progress'''

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Sign it|Sign it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Refuse|Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 09:57:52 GMT

Darth Bombad: editing chapter

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 02:41:20 GMT

Darth Bombad: Edited chapter

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her. She slowly and reluctantly pulled the last piece of her uniform out if it's box.

A dog collar! It was black leather, with black velvet lining, and chromed steel fittings. It was easily the most expensive part of her new ensemble.

But the worst part was the chrome tag. On one side was stamped the company logo. On the other was a single word.

"Cherry"

Her instructions were clear, this was her new name! This is the only thing she was allowed to go by at work, This is what everyone is gonna call her. And worse, its how she'd have to refer to herself.

She holds the leather and chrome object with utter disgust, like it was some, filthy, unclean thing from the gutter. If she did this, she was submitting to be renamed! She'd be admitting that she was their pet. Nothing more than a dog.

"No choice." She fastens it around her creamy, slender neck. Trying not to think of the implications as it locks with a click. She's need Mister Doherty to unlock it at the end of the day.

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

Cheryl made it to her desk to find David leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest as he looked her up and down. "You look great, Cherry. Those suits hid a lot more than I expected them to." He pulled out a leather handled chrome leash that matched her collar, and pointed down at the floor. "Get on your knees."

"Isn't this enough? I need to get to work."

Cheryl dodged around David, her eyes aimed down. She knew what he was watching, and she didn't want to think about it. Work would distract her.

David's hand on her stomach stopped her dead in her tracks, and he forced her hip against the edge of her desk. "Enough? Cherry, you're the office whore, not some pin-up girl whose job's to look good."

He kept her in place as he moved in front of her. Before Cheryl could even try to break free, he'd pulled the cups of her bra down and pushed them under her tits, which put her proud globes on full display. David pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled downward as he said, "On your knees, Cherry. I need show everyone this isn't a joke."

Startled, Cheryl looked up wide-eyed to find David's eyes trained on her, focused, his features unyielding. She dropped to her knees, a strange confusion blooming in her stomach.

"Sorry."

He attaches the leash to her collar. "I know you're sorry, but that's not enough."

Kneeling submissively before him, Cheryl could only watch as he swept everything dramatically off of her desk. "I want everyone on this floor here, now" David barked.

It wasn't long before the entire office was gathered around as instructed. Cruel smiles on their faces, and camera phones in their hands.

"This is your first lesson, Cherry." He picked her up, and sat her her desk. "It doesn't matter who's watching, or where you are, you still have to do your job." He reached down and pinched her nipples again, twisting them between his fingers, while pushing her back so she lay on her desk.

Cheryl is then taken by surprise as he swiftly lifts her legs, spreading them, and moves her thong to one side. Exposing her to everyone. "Masturbate."

Cheryl's hands immediately balled into fists. She turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as and fought to ignore everyone staring at her bald sex. "David no! Please! Everyone can see"

"You're a whore now, Cherry, and whores get paid to suck cock, you need to learn that." He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Every blowjob you give chips five dollars off your debt." He takes her left hand and moves it to her left breast. "A facial gets you twenty dollars." He takes her right hand and moves it to her crotch. "Looking at it like that, a little show isn't such a big deal is it?"

Something gave, and Cheryl began to rub her clit. Her left hand playing with the nipples that David had got hard for her.

He ran his fingers affectionately through her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."

Her colleagues crowded around to see Cheryl straddling her desk, legs spread wide. Tears formed in her eyes when David gave a tug on her leash "That's it Cherry. Show them you're a whore now."

Cheryl's face burned with shame, as she continued play with herself for all of her colleagues to see, but she didn't stop. She had to make it through this.

But she was crumbling, the excited voices of her colleagues tore at her. She couldn't listen to them. They weren't there, she was alone, thinking of last week, when she told Tim to just take whatever he wanted from her, he'd deserved it after a great fourth date, and she'd been horny. She closed her eyes, focusing on happy memories as her pussy finally started to get wet.

Her barred, perfect breasts began to heave, as her breathing audibly increased. "That's it Cherry, go deeper."

She hesitated. "Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."

She moved a finger to her now very wet opening. The scraping of her long press-on nails, sending electric waves through her.

"There you go. Keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."

Cheryl slid her finger into her pussy. pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. A moan slipped between her full lips.

"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are." David pulled out his phone, and activated a portable speaker he'd set up earlier.

Cheery Pie by Warrant erupted from the device. "If you cum before the song is over, your show will end here. If not? We'll have an encore."

She was going to have to orgasm in front of everyone. Shame wrenched Cheryl's stomach when the thought made her pussy clench. This wasn't her. Her body responded to her desperate hands, to the eyes on her body, the humiliation.

She could no longer keep her colleagues out of her head. They hooted and hollered, they cat called. Each barb deepening her humiliation and degradation.

Her speed increased, breath panting, keeping pace with the song. phones snapped pictures and recorded video, capturing the whole lurid display.

She got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. and her eyes widened as the song neared it's end. She had to go faster, quicker, anybody could hear the slick sounds of her hand as it rubbed away at her clit. Can't think of that now.

Moans were flowing from her mouth freely now, unrestrained. Her back arched, hips bucking, coming up to meet fer fingers, as she fucked herself wildly. As her left hand played with her rock hard nipples. All while her boss stood near by holding her leash, affirming her status as a pet. All while everyone she worked with watched...

This last self image was too much or her.

Her body tensed up for the longest second, and Cheryl groaned in the back of her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded in her body. The first jet of her of her sex juices squirted out of her body. She convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff sprayed the floor in front of her desk, it was everywhere. An incredible relief washed over Cheryl, as she came on top of her own desk, in the middle of what used to be her office.

For a moment Cheryl was completely overwhelmed with shame, humiliation and degradation. It was all she could feel. For some reason there was peace in it.

Then she came out of her daze to a horrible sound, her colleagues cheering. "CHERRY! CHERRY! CHERRY! CHERRY!"

Cheryl wished the earth would open up to swallow her.

David let out a deep breath before he clapped his hands. "Back to work, everyone. Anyone who wants some time with the company whore needs to send me a request, and to be very clear: if I don't approve it, it doesn't happen. Cherry isn't free game, so to speak."

He looked back down at Cheryl as he unclipped her leash, "Clean yourself up."

He turned and left, and not long after, the office returned to its normal, busy state. Everything was as it always was, except for Cheryl, panting as she lay exhausted on her desk, reeking of sex.

As soon as she recovered, Cheryl straightened herself out, she strode over to the bathroom where this whole mess started and slammed the door shut behind her. The reflection that stared back at her this time shocked her. She looked like a freshly used whore.

No, she refused.

She twisted the tap's knob until a spout of water sprayed into the sink, dousing her stomach in cold droplets. She didn't care. Handfuls of water splashed into her face again and again. She let it run down her chest and make her clean again. She dried herself as best she could with paper towels.

Then she washed her panties off in the sink, drying them with the hand blower. She pulled them back on, and re-did her slutty make-up with the compact and stuff from her purse. The whole process made her feel like a cheap truck stop hooker. But at least she was clean of cum.

Only then did she give herself another look. Back to looking like a street walker, strolling for her next trick. It was sadly a reflection she was getting used to.

Cheryl took a deep breath and went back to work.

'''What happens next?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Her first client|Her first client]]
*[[Office Punishment/She gets a break|She gets a break]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 14:12:19 GMT

Darth Bombad: work in progress.

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her. She slowly and reluctantly pulled the last piece of her uniform out if it's box.

A dog collar! It was black leather, with black velvet lining, and chromed steel fittings. It was easily the most expensive part of her new ensemble.

But the worst part was the chrome tag. On one side was stamped the company logo. On the other was a single word.

"Cherry"

Her instructions were clear, this was her new name! This is the only thing she was allowed to go by at work, This is what everyone is gonna call her. And worse, its how she'd have to refer to herself.

She holds the leather and chrome object with utter disgust, like it was some, filthy, unclean thing from the gutter. If she did this, she was submitting to be renamed! She'd be admitting that she was their pet. Nothing more than a dog.

"No choice." She fastens it around her creamy, slender neck. Trying not to think of the implications as it locks with a click. She's need Mister Doherty to unlock it at the end of the day.

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

Cheryl made it to her desk to find David leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest as he looked her up and down. "You look great, Cherry. Those suits hid a lot more than I expected them to." He pulled out a leather handled chrome leash that matched her collar, and pointed down at the floor. "Get on your knees."

"Isn't this enough? I need to get to work."

Cheryl dodged around David, her eyes aimed down. She knew what he was watching, and she didn't want to think about it. Work would distract her.

David's hand on her stomach stopped her dead in her tracks, and he forced her hip against the edge of her desk. "Enough? Cherry, you're the office whore, not some pin-up girl whose job's to look good."

He kept her in place as he moved in front of her. Before Cheryl could even try to break free, he'd pulled the cups of her bra down and pushed them under her tits, which put her proud globes on full display. David pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled downward as he said, "On your knees, Cherry. I need show everyone this isn't a joke."

Startled, Cheryl looked up wide-eyed to find David's eyes trained on her, focused, his features unyielding. She dropped to her knees, a strange confusion blooming in her stomach.

"Sorry."

He attaches the leash to her collar. "I know you're sorry, but that's not enough."

Kneeling submissively before him, Cheryl could only watch as he swept everything dramatically off of her desk. "I want everyone on this floor here, now" David barked.

It wasn't long before the entire office was gathered around as instructed. Cruel smiles on their faces, and camera phones in their hands.

"This is your first lesson, Cherry." He picked her up, and sat her her desk. "It doesn't matter who's watching, or where you are, you still have to do your job." He reached down and pinched her nipples again, twisting them between his fingers, while pushing her back so she lay on her desk.

Cheryl is then taken by surprise as he swiftly lifts her legs, spreading them, and moves her thong to one side. Exposing her to everyone. "Masturbate."

Cheryl's hands immediately balled into fists. She turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as and fought to ignore everyone staring at her bald sex. "David no! Please! Everyone can see"

"You're a whore now, Cherry, and whores get paid to suck cock, you need to learn that." He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Every blowjob you give chips five dollars off your debt." He takes her left hand and moves it to her left breast. "A facial gets you twenty dollars." He takes her right hand and moves it to her crotch. "Looking at it like that, a little show isn't such a big deal is it?"

Something gave, and Cheryl began to rub her clit. Her left hand playing with the nipples that David had got hard for her.

He ran his fingers affectionately through her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."

Her colleagues crowded around to see Cheryl straddling her desk, legs spread wide. Tears formed in her eyes when David gave a tug on her leash "That's it Cherry. Show them you're a whore now."

Cheryl's face burned with shame, as she continued play with herself for all of her colleagues to see, but she didn't stop. She had to make it through this.

But she was crumbling, the excited voices of her colleagues tore at her. She couldn't listen to them. They weren't there, she was alone, thinking of last week, when she told Tim to just take whatever he wanted from her, he'd deserved it after a great fourth date, and she'd been horny. She closed her eyes, focusing on happy memories as her pussy finally started to get wet.

Her barred, perfect breasts began to heave, as her breathing audibly increased. "That's it Cherry, go deeper."

She hesitated. "Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."

She moved a finger to her now very wet opening. The scraping of her long press-on nails, sending electric waves through her.

"There you go. Keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."

Cheryl slid her finger into her pussy. pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. A moan slipped between her full lips.

"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are." David pulled out his phone, and activated a portable speaker he'd set up earlier.

Cheery Pie by Warrant erupted from the device. "If you cum before the song is over, your show will end here. If not? We'll have an encore."

She was going to have to orgasm in front of everyone. Shame wrenched Cheryl's stomach when the thought made her pussy clench. This wasn't her. Her body responded to her desperate hands, to the eyes on her body, the humiliation.

She could no longer keep her colleagues out of her head. They hooted and hollered, they cat called. Each barb deepening her humiliation and degradation.

She got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. and her eyes widened as the song neared it's end. She had to go faster, quicker, anybody could hear the slick sounds of her hand as it rubbed away at her clit. Can't think of that now.

Her body tensed up for the longest second, and Cheryl groaned in the back of her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded in her body. The first jet of her of her sex juices squirted out of her body. She convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff sprayed the floor in front of her desk, it was everywhere. An incredible relief washed over Cheryl, as she came on top of her own desk, in the middle of what used to be her office.

David let out a deep breath before he clapped his hands. "Back to work, everyone. Anyone who wants some time with the company whore needs to send me a request, and to be very clear: if I don't approve it, it doesn't happen. Cherry isn't free game, so to speak."

He looked back down at Cheryl and said, "Clean yourself up."

He turned and left, and not long after, the office returned to its normal, busy state. Everything was as it always was, except for Cheryl, panting as she lay exhausted on her desk, reeking of sex.

As soon as she recovered, Cheryl straightened herself out, she strode over to the bathroom where this whole mess started and slammed the door shut behind her. The reflection that stared back at her this time shocked her. She looked like a freshly used whore.

No, she refused.

She twisted the tap's knob until a spout of water sprayed into the sink, dousing her stomach in cold droplets. She didn't care. Handfuls of water splashed into her face again and again. She let it run down her chest and make her clean again. She dried herself as best she could with paper towels.

Then she washed her panties off in the sink, drying them with the hand blower. She pulled them back on, and re-did her slutty make-up with the compact and stuff from her purse. The whole process made her feel like a cheap truck stop hooker. But at least she was clean of cum.

Only then did she give herself another look. Back to looking like a street walker, strolling for her next trick. It was sadly a reflection she was getting used to.

Cheryl took a deep breath and went back to work.

'''What happens next?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Her first client|Her first client]]
*[[Office Punishment/She gets a break|She gets a break]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 13:12:34 GMT

Darth Bombad: Work in progress

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her. She slowly and reluctantly pulled the last piece of her uniform out if it's box.

A dog collar! It was black leather, with black velvet lining, and chromed steel fittings. It was easily the most expensive part of her new ensemble.

But the worst part was the chrome tag. On one side was stamped the company logo. On the other was a single word.

"Cherry"

Her instructions were clear, this was her new name! This is the only thing she was allowed to go by at work, This is what everyone is gonna call her. And worse, its how she'd have to refer to herself.

She holds the leather and chrome object with utter disgust, like it was some, filthy, unclean thing from the gutter. If she did this, she was submitting to be renamed! She'd be admitting that she was their pet. Nothing more than a dog.

"No choice." She fastens it around her creamy, slender neck. Trying not to think of the implications as it locks with a click. She's need Mister Doherty to unlock it at the end of the day.

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

Cheryl made it to her desk to find David leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest as he looked her up and down. "You look great, Cherry. Those suits hid a lot more than I expected them to." He pointed down at the floor. "Get on your knees."

"Isn't this enough? I need to get to work."

Cheryl dodged around David, her eyes aimed down. She knew what he was watching, and she didn't want to think about it. Work would distract her.

David's hand on her stomach stopped her dead in her tracks, and he forced her hip against the edge of her desk. "Enough? Cherry, you're the office whore, not some pin-up girl whose job's to look good."

He kept her in place as he moved in front of her. Before Cheryl could even try to break free, he'd pulled the cups of her bra down and pushed them under her tits, which put her proud globes on full display. David pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled downward as he said, "On your knees, Cherry. I need show everyone this isn't a joke."

Startled, Cheryl looked up wide-eyed to find David's eyes trained on her, focused, his features unyielding. She dropped to her knees, a strange confusion blooming in her stomach.

"Sorry."

"I know you're sorry, but that's not enough."

Kneeling submissively before him, Cheryl could only watch as he swept everything dramatically off of her desk. "I want everyone on this floor here, now" David barked.

It wasn't long before the entire office was gathered around as instructed. Cruel smiles on their faces, and camera phones in their hands.

"This is your first lesson, Cherry." He picked her up, and sat her her desk. "It doesn't matter who's watching, or where you are, you still have to do your job." He reached down and pinched her nipples again, twisting them between his fingers, while pushing her back so she lay on her desk.

Cheryl is then taken by surprise as he swiftly lifts her legs, spreading them, and moves her thong to one side. Exposing her to everyone. "Masturbate."

Cheryl's hands immediately balled into fists. She turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as and fought to ignore everyone staring at her bald sex. "David no! Everyone can see"

"You're a whore now, Cherry, and whores get paid to suck cock, you need to learn that." He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Every blowjob you give chips five dollars off your debt." He takes her left hand and moves it to her left breast. "A facial gets you twenty dollars." He takes her right hand and moves it to her crotch. "Looking at it like that, a little show isn't such a big deal is it?"

Something gave, and Cheryl began to rub her clit.

David sighed in pleasure when her warm mouth closed around his cock. He buried his fingers into her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."

With a gentle pressure on the back of her head, he pushed Cheryl's face closer and closer to his body, and his throbbing shaft forced its way deeper into her mouth. Cheryl gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but the pressure never stopped.

Her colleagues crowded around to see Cheryl trapped against the side of her own desk, her mouth full of cock. Tears formed in her eyes when her nose pressed against David's body. He groaned in pleasure and said, "Take it all the way down. Show them you're a whore now."

David pulled back and thrust forward again, fucking Cheryl's face with his hard cock, for all of her colleagues to see, but she took it, or else he'd only push her, take more from her. Again and again he choked her, and the struggle to breathe consumed Cheryl. She had to make it through this.

But she was crumbling, the excited voices of her colleagues tore at her. She couldn't listen to them. They weren't there, she was alone, thinking of last week, when she told Tim to just take whatever he wanted from her, he'd deserved it after a great fourth date, and she'd been horny. Her hand slipped down her stomach, and she closed her eyes when she felt the wetness of her pussy through her panties.

Suddenly David's cock stilled in her mouth and he growled at someone. "What?"

"Look down, sir."

Cheryl froze when David took a step back. She could only imagine what she looked like. Eyes running, her tits wet with her own spit, her nipples hard as pebbles, and her hand rubbing her wet pussy, making a mess of her only clothes.

"Clear her desk."

With a nod from David, several pairs of hands grabbed Cheryl and lifted her off the floor. In seconds, she was on her back on the desk she'd worked at for years, her head dangling off the side.

"Get her panties."

Before she could protest, David jammed his cock back into Cheryl's mouth. One of his strong hands supported the back of her head, and the other squeezed her big tits. His cock twitched inside her throat at the feel of their firm softness.

"Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."

No! Everyone could see now. Cheryl's cheeks burned a fierce red, and she balled her hands into fists and pushed them into her stomach.

"You started it, so keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."

Cheryl slid her hand down her body, and when she grazed her clit, pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. The cock in her mouth muffled her moan, at least she hoped it did.

"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are."

David grunted as he forced his cock back down her throat in one strong thrust. Again and again he pummeled her face with his cock, going faster and faster as he used her for his pleasure.

"I'm almost there, whore, if you cum before I cover your face, I'll let you get cleaned up."

David's breathing got more labored as his thrusts turned shallow, until finally he pulled out. His thick cock shone, slick from Cheryl's mouth. He held it in one hand and jerked his shaft, it pulsed inches from her face, aimed straight at her, ready to burst.

How much longer before he exploded and coated her face with cum? Shame wrenched Cheryl's stomach when the thought made her pussy clench. This wasn't her. Her body responded to her desperate hands, to the eyes on her body, the humiliation. She got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. A moan slipped between her full lips, and her eyes widened when David sped up his stroking. She had to go faster, quicker, anybody could hear the slick sounds of her hand as it rubbed away at her clit. Can't think of that now.

Her body tensed up for the longest second, and Cheryl groaned in the back of her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded in her body. The first jet of David's cum splashed her face as her body convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff covered her face, her tits... some landed in her mouth, her hair, it was everywhere, cum was all she could smell and taste as she came on top of her own desk, in the middle of what used to be her office.

David let out a deep breath before he zipped up and clapped his hands. "Back to work, everyone. Anyone who wants some time with the company whore needs to send me a request, and to be very clear: if I don't approve it, it doesn't happen. Cherry isn't free game, so to speak."

He looked back down at Cheryl and said, "Clean yourself up."

He turned and left, and not long after, the office returned to its normal, busy state. Everything was as it always was, except for Cheryl, panting as she lay exhausted on her desk, reeking of sex.

As soon as she recovered, Cheryl straightened herself out, she strode over to the bathroom where this whole mess started and slammed the door shut behind her. The reflection that stared back at her this time shocked her. She looked like a freshly used whore.

No, she refused.

She twisted the tap's knob until a spout of water sprayed into the sink, dousing her stomach in cold droplets. She didn't care. Handfuls of water splashed into her face again and again. She let it run down her chest and make her clean again. She dried herself as best she could with paper towels.

Then she washed her panties off in the sink, drying them with the hand blower. She pulled them back on, and re-did her slutty make-up with the compact and stuff from her purse. The whole process made her feel like a cheap truck stop hooker. But at least she was clean of cum.

Only then did she give herself another look. Back to looking like a street walker, strolling for her next trick. It was sadly a reflection she was getting used to.

Cheryl took a deep breath and went back to work.

'''What happens next?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Her first client|Her first client]]
*[[Office Punishment/She gets a break|She gets a break]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 12:33:34 GMT

Darth Bombad: Edited a word

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.

The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign."

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."

"Do you have to call me a whore?"

"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to this address." he said tossing her a piece of paper. "Do as instructed, then get back here. You should be back before the end of lunch break."

"David."

"Mister Doherty."

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "

"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."

"Yes, Mister Doherty."

Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by David, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde"

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1.5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mr Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Lose the bet

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 12:31:04 GMT

Darth Bombad: Added Chapter

A powerful vibration hit Cheryl's sensitive clit, and she screamed when the pleasure she'd forced down battered at her with full force, growing and twisting inside of her until her hips humped forward, rubbing her clit against the source of the pleasure.

Combined with John pounding her from behind, it was too much. She was going to cum.

"Surprise."

Joe's voice dripped with satisfaction as he flipped the Hitachi wand to high, and at the same time Brian unclipped her tortured nipples. Cheryl's screams on his cock set Brian off, and he blasted his cum down her throat, burying it deep inside her wide open mouth. The violent orgasm wracking Cheryl's body tightened her pussy around John's cock, and he groaned as he filled her up. The buzzing never stopped and time warped into a blur as pleasure blasted Cheryl.

Then it disappeared.

Brian and John staggered away from her, unsteady on their feet. "Damn it, Joe."

"That was amazing."

Joe smiled at his friends, still crouched near Cheryl's head. "Well?"

Cheryl hung her head in defeat. "I lost."

"I know. You came like a whore, sucking and fucking."

"Untie me, and I'll do what you want, just stay away from my ass."

Joe looked at his friends and said, "Ready to swap sides for round two?"

Cheryl's head swiveled at that, and her eyes widened when she saw their cocks were still hard. "How?"

"Viagra. There's only three of us, we need some help if we want to satisfy a whore like you."

"I'm not a whore."

"You are."

"Untie me."

"I don't have to."

"Joe!"

He ignored her and flicked the Hitachi on at its low setting. The vibrations forced a helpless groan from Cheryl's mouth as her body ramped up again. This time, Brian filled her quivering pussy, and John nudged his cock against her lips, still slick from her own pussy.

Cheryl fought to keep him out of her mouth, but he squeezed her nose shut and forced her to clean herself off his dick. Brian and John didn't start up slow this time, they impaled her on their hard shafts and fucked her hard from both ends. There was nothing Cheryl could do, no way to escape the cruel machine buzzing away on her clit. She came again, even a third time before Joe finally turned it off again.

The pop of a plastic squeeze bottle startled Cheryl through the haze of continuous fucking heaped on top of her. She writhed in her bonds when cold liquid dribbled into the cleft between her firm cheeks. She whined around John cock when three fingers pushed inside her ass.

No!

The cock pounding her pussy pulled out and shifted up. Cheryl froze as the slick tip pushed against her tightest hole. She shook her head around the cock in her mouth, but there was no way to stop it from pushing inside.

"Play with her nipples, John."

Cheryl shook her head, but John ignored her and rolled her hard nipples between his fingers. Prickles of electricity shot down to her stomach, after the clamps any touch to her tits felt so much more intense, she couldn't stand it. She fought it, but a moan still slipped around the cock in her mouth.

"I'm in, and she's real tight."

What? Brian's hips pressed against her ass, his thick shaft buried inside her ass. She'd been moaning like a slut with a cock in her ass. Cheryl squirmed on the table, desperate to get away, but it was no use, Brian spanked her cheeks one after the other as he pulled out again. She jerked forward at every spark of pain, but her escape bumped her clit against the wand taped to the table. John kept his shaft lodged deep in her mouth so he could enjoy her moans and cries on his cock. On and on it went, Brian filled her ass with cock, and Cheryl fled forward, only to choke on John's thick shaft. She couldn't escape, the straps held her in place, forced her to take their cocks however they pleased.

"I think she's loose enough now."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, she can take it now." John caught something with a rubbery pop. "Put this in her mouth, John."

"Just a second." John pushed down on the back of Cheryl's head and fed her his cock to the hilt, she gagged on it hard, and her stomach twisted when he kept her gullet stuffed to the brink. "I love how she takes my cock."

"Wait till you feel her ass."

The cock down Cheryl's throat twitched at those words, gagging her again. With one quick pull her mouth was free again, and she took big gulps of air, but not for long though, a ball gag pressed against Cheryl's lips, and she opened her mouth just like she had for every cock shoved in her mouth.

Too late she realized her mistake. A small strap locked to her collar, and she could no longer speak. She shook her head at Joe, but he ignored her and dropped his pants and shorts. A huge cock slapped against her face, angry and hard. He stepped closer so he could reach her tits under the table, and he filled his hands with her soft flesh, the length of his shaft throbbing against her face.

"You feel this cock, whore? It's going up your ass, but first Brian's going to fill you up, and then John, and then you'll be ready for me, and after I'm finished with your ass, they'll go again, and I don't care if my balls hurt, if I'm still hard when they're finished, I'll pound your ass until I break this fucking table. Do you like that?"

He tangled his hand in her hair and bobbed her head up and down, rubbing it along his shaft. "I thought you would. Whore."

Joe let go of Cheryl and stepped away. She couldn't see anyone anymore, she couldn't speak or move, all she knew was the cock in her ass, the strong grip on her hips, the straps holding her down. It should hurt, but her body was such a mess she didn't even know what she should and shouldn't feel. When Brian finally picked up the pace, she could only groan when his hips slapped against her round cheeks. Again and again, faster and faster. She screamed, but it came out muffled, nobody would hear her, nobody would save her.

This was her punishment.

Suddenly the pounding stopped, and fingers dug into her soft flesh as the cock in her ass pulsed and filled her with cum. Cheryl hung her head in shame, but she never got a break, as soon as Brian moved away, an eager cock filled her again. She let out a groan as she lay there and took it. It wasn't long before a second load filled her ass, And with that, John and Brian have came down her throat, up her pussy, and in her ass. They'd fucked all of her holes in the space of an hour, and she'd never even known them before today.

Tears of shame fell from her eyes to the floor. Why didn't it hurt, why was her body so hot, why did she feel so alive? She was just confused, that's all—

The feel of something huge pressed against her ass broke through Cheryl's rambling thoughts. Joe's cock! He was huge! She shook her head and twisted her hips to avoid him ruining her ass, but he kept on pushing. No, please no! He leaned over her, and his hand brushed her thigh. The buzzing started up again, and in seconds another orgasm blasted through her body. More of Joe's wide cock pushed inside her well-used ass, and her body danced to the tune of the vibrations wrenching it for pleasure. She couldn't twist and dodge, all her hips wanted to do was hump the wand, and every time she did, more cock filled her ass.

The vibrations disappeared, and Joe grabbed both of her shoulders. "Ready to get your ass fucked like a whore?"

She had no energy to answer him with. His cock just felt good inside her overstretched ass. Tears fell to the floor without stopping now, tears of shame and defeat. When Joe powered his cock forward in her ass, she didn't scream anymore, all she did was moan.

--

Cheryl woke up in the hallway outside Joe's office, she reeked of sex, and she pulled up her legs when her hard nipples told her she was naked in the cool hallway. She glanced from side to side, nobody there, she was alone. She couldn't have slept for more than a few minutes, did anybody see her like this? She shook her head hard, don't think about it. She had something she needed to do, somewhere she needed to be.

Cheryl got onto her hands and knees, and she spotted her little bra and thong on the floor, where she'd left them earlier. She never thought she'd be happy to put them on. But it would be better than having to walk around naked with cum all over her body. Cheryl pulled on the skimpy underwear, again she looked like a used whore. She closed her eyes as a wave of shame swept over.

Joe, you bastard.

That's where she needed to go: David's office. Cheryl groaned as she pushed herself up on her feet, but her sore body didn't matter, anger burned away her fatigue. She staggered to the nearest bathroom, her ass burning with every step, as cum leaked down her legs. And by the time she'd cleaned up and reapplied her whoreish make-up, she was spitting with rage. She needed that fire for what came next.

Joe had to pay.

'''What does she do?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Tell David about Joe|Tell David about Joe]]
*[[Office Punishment/Keep it to herself|Keep it to herself]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 11:34:32 GMT

Darth Bombad: Edited a word

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.

The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign."

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."

"Do you have to call me a whore?"

"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to this address." he said tossing her a piece of paper. "Do as instructed, then get back here. You should be back before the end of lunch break."

"David."

"Mister Doherty."

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "

"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."

"Yes, Mister Doherty."

Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by David, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde"

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1.5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mr Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of lingerie. The panties were a high-cut strap thong. With a matching triangle-bikini style, strap bra. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her condoms and make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Her first client

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 11:20:31 GMT

Darth Bombad: Added chapter.

When Cheryl got to her desk, there was a leather bound agenda on it. All of her stuff was still scattered on the floor. The agenda was open to today's date, and there was a note stuck to it.

Cherry,

"If you expect to get paid for your whoring, then I need a record of how many blows, fucks and whatnots you've put in. You'll keep track of your performance yourself. Expect there to be spot checks to see whether or not you're honest, we both know how familiar you are with fraud.

For each record, write down the name of the person(s) you've fucked and also what you've done for him or her. Calculate how much money you've made, that way you'll know how much closer you've gotten to paying off your debt."

Mr. Doherty

Cheryl pushed the book to the side and crumpled the note into a ball. It took her a long time, but Cheryl had just gotten back into her working groove when David walked out of his office and stopped in front of her desk. He put two fingers under her chin and pushed it up so he could check her face and her chest, nice and clean after her trip to the bathroom.

"See. Your a natural at this." He taunts with a smirk.

He reached for her computer screen and turned it off. "you don't need this computer. IT's rearranging your access privileges, starting tomorrow your responsibilities will move to other, more trusted colleagues."

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"I've gotten a bunch of requests already, and if they keep coming in it at the same rate, you're going to busy enough, believe me." His hand wandered to Cherry's chest, and he pulled on her bra so the cups caught under her chest, baring her full tits. "You wouldn't believe the kinds of fantasies people have about a beautiful woman like you."

He filled his hand with her soft tit as he said, "You know, I'm your pimp now. So from now on you will call me Daddy. Understood?"

"Yes..." The word catches in her throat. "Daddy."

David gives her tit an approving squeeze "Good, now Joe from accountancy expects you in room 502 in fifteen minutes, He can do whatever he wants to you, just not your ass, I'm saving that one for me."

Cheryl slapped David's hand away from her breasts and said, "I don't do that."

"You do now, Cherry, and you should learn not to fight it, or you'll end up hurt, and that's not what I want."

"I don't believe you."

David pulled Cheryl's cups back into place and said, "That's fine, you don't have to believe me for it to be true."

He turned around and walked away as Cheryl stared holes in his back. No way was she giving up her ass.

----

Room 502 was on a different floor, and to get there Cheryl had to cross half the building. Colleagues she barely remembered saw her walk past with her full breasts barely hidden by her bra, and her ass straining against her skimpy panties.

What did they think of her? She didn't know, and she'd never go find out either, she just stepped into the elevator and hoped nothing would happen. 502 wasn't far from the elevator, and when she arrived, Joe stood in front the door, and let his eyes roam across Cheryl's body. "Look at you, Cheryl - sorry, I mean Cherry. You look like the perfect little working girl. Strip naked and then get on your knees and crawl inside."

Cheryl hovered her hands over her thong panties, and her eyes stared right through Joe. Was this how it would be from now on? David gave her a room number, and she delivered herself, gift wrapped and ready to get fucked? She forced herself to push her panties down to her feet, and she sank down to her knees and unclipped her bra. It fell to the floor as she put her hands on the cool tile. She put one hand in front of the other and left her clothes behind, all too aware of the lustful eyes burning on her skin.

Joe walked in behind her and dropped something on his desk. His two fellow accountants - Brian, and was it John? - wrapped up what they were doing as Joe searched his desk drawers for something. He made a satisfied noise when he found it, and he held it up. Scissors.

Joe turned back to Cheryl, scissors in one hand, and in the other. the thing he had dropped on his desk. It was her old underwear! A black, silk, lacy bra with matching fashionable--but modest--briefs.

She thought they were in the duffel, with the rest of her old clothes. But David must have grabbed them while she was cleaning up in the bathroom.

"You don't seem to realize your new place." Two hard snips, and he'd ruined her panties. He dropped them on the floor and grabbed her bra. "You're a whore now, you've lost all of the respect you've earned."

It took more doing to ruin her bra, but Joe wrecked everything he could cut with the scissors. The sad remains of the beautiful cups fluttered down to the floor and landed next to her shredded panties.

Joe gestured to a place om the floor and said, "Put your cheek on the floor here, and reach behind you to pull your ass cheeks apart."

Cheryl crawled towards the remains of her underwear. A symbol of her old life, and lay her head on the floor, while keeping her ass raised in the air. Reaching back, she pulled her ass apart, exposing her hole for them to see. A whoreish, lewd display while surrounded by the remains of the woman she used to be.

"Fuck!"Joe exclaimed. "You got an amazing ass! for a white girl. I got to get me some of that! Boys?"

Brian and John were on Cheryl in a flash, one for each arm, and struggle as she might, they still pushed her down over a small table. One edge pushed into her hips, and the soft flesh of her big tits bulged over the other.

One at a time, they looped Velcro straps around her wrists and ankles. She yanked at them, but they held strong, she couldn't go anywhere. Joe moved toward Cheryl and spanked her ass hard enough to leave a deep red print. His voice was tight when he said, "I've got you for two hours, whore." Another harsh slap made her gasp. "I'll make you cum." He slapped her again, this time hard enough to wrench a scream from Cheryl. "I'll make you cum so hard you'll cry. You go first, guys. I'll ream her ass when you're done."

"But David said-"

"Fuck what David said, that ass is begging for it!"

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Cheryl strained against her bonds until the flimsy table under her creaked. "You're breaking the rules! Call David, this is bullshit!"

"Keep going guys, don't listen to her." Brian and John walked to either side of her little table, and rubbed their hard cocks against her face and her pussy.

"David told you everyone in the office can read your contract, didn't he? Very interesting stuff, most of all the clause that states you can add items to the white list, as long as you get David's approval."

He walked over to his desk and pulled a page from his printer. "Any use of restraints that doesn't cause bodily harm, fifty dollars. Any light physical pain, intended to arouse physical excitement or intensify pleasure, twenty dollars. Signed and approved, David Doherty." He held the paper to the side of Cheryl's head, close enough for her to make out David's signature. "Are you sure you want us to call David? Or are you going to do your job?"

"Call him, now!"

Joe sighed and went over to his desk. "You guys keep going, I'll call him."

Brian squeezed Cheryl's nose shut as John rubbed his hard shaft against her slit to coax out enough of her juices for him to push inside. Brian's cock filled her mouth first, and he groaned as her lips slid over his thick shaft. He filled his hands with her tits, slipping her nipples between his fingers, teasing them.

Joe's voice sounded over the sloppy slurps that escaped Cheryl's lips. "David, it's me again. We tied her down to the coffee table, and I gave her a few spanks, and now she says I've violated the contract."

John teased her asshole with a wet thumb, stimulating the sensitive nerves there, it made her wet.

As the cock in Cheryl's mouth pushed deeper, the one at her pussy made its first way in.

"I agree." Joe walked closer to Cheryl and held the phone to her ear. "David wants to say something."

Helpless, Cheryl could only take it as both cocks pushed deeper and deeper inside her. David's calm voice sounded in her ear. "Listen carefully, Cherry, I'll be very clear with you: if I give someone permission to do something to you, then it's your job to make that happen. You're a whore now, Cherry, don't keep fighting it, or I'll have to send you to jail anyway, and all of this will have been for nothing. Your doing so well, don't disobey me now.

She mumbled. Trying to tell him about their plans for her ass. But with the cock shoved down her throat, it was hopeless.

"Now be a good little whore, and satisfy your client." The line cut off, and David left Cheryl stranded, bound to a little table, filled with cocks on both ends.

"Happy?" Joe made a throwaway gesture with his hand. "Never mind, I can see you're hard at work. Fuck the shit out of her guys, I'm getting a can of soda or something."

Her hope of escape shattered, Cheryl stopped pulling at her bonds. She had to save her energy. These guys would never get the satisfaction of seeing her give in, and if they did ignore David's orders and fucked her in the ass, she'd tell him and have them punished, no matter how embarrassed she'd be to admit what happened. She couldn't be the only one who got punished for breaking the rules.

The moment the tense lines in Cheryl's body relaxed, two sets of hands reached out to explore the beautiful curves of her bound body. They kept thrusting inside of her, but they were nothing like David, who'd humiliated and punished her. They went slow, building up steam, savoring the feel of her heat wrapped around their cocks, her satin skin under their hands.

Brian filled his hands with her tits and kneaded them, firm but soft, as John squeezed her plump cheeks and kneaded her ass with his strong fingers, making it tingle.

Joe soon returned, with his a coke. He stood next to Cheryl's bound body and reached under the little table for her pussy. A gentle bite of cold flickered across her clit as he drew circles around it, but the condensation on his fingers soon warmed, lost in the juices glistening on her slit.

"I want to see you cum, Cherry. Cum like a whore." His hand sped up its circling, and Cheryl tensed as the pleasure rose. "Fight it all you want, we've got two hours, I'll make it happen."

Cheryl shook her head free of the cock stuffing it. She glared at Joe and spit in his direction. "Does it make you feel better about your little cock if you gang up on me?" She spit on the floor again. "Three grown men, and you're all losers."

Joe frowned and gestured his friend forward again. "Get her sucking again, Brian, I'm not in the mood for this shit."

Brian tried, but Cheryl turned her head, and he ended up with his cock pressed against her cheek. She couldn't see Joe from her new position, but he could still hear her loud and clear. "You're pathetic, Joe. You need to tie a woman down and rape her before one lets you up her ass."

Joe snorted and crouched down so Cheryl could look into his eyes. A shiver ran along her back when he showed none of the anger she'd expected. He waved his hand at her predicament and said, "You think this is the first time I've tied someone up? My wife could teach you a thing or two." His eyes trailed away as a vague smiled touched his lips. "We were up late last night thinking about what I would do to you today. She wanted to be here so badly, but she's got to work. She's off on Wednesday though, and I can't wait until she gets her hands on you. Tessa's got a mean streak, you know."

Joe put the can cooling his groin on the floor and flipped open a small travel bag. Lube, clamps, a long white thing that looked like a back massager, an extension cord, duct tape...

"What are you going to do to me?"

He smiled. "I'm going to make you cum, Cherry. You'll cum choking on cock, you'll cum while I fuck your ass, and you'll cum with white stuff dripping from all of your holes. I'll make you feel like a whore." He took the clamps from the bag and jangled them together. "You deserve it."

Joe moved towards Cheryl and said, "Brian, stop taking shit from her and fuck her throat. And John, are you asleep? Pound her pussy while I set up, don't you want to feel her cum around your cock?"

Brian dodged Cheryl's trick the second time, and he pushed deep into her mouth. John's fingers dug into her plump ass, and the table rattled as he pounded her harder and harder with every thrust.

Joe unfolded the rest of his plan with a practiced efficiency. Tears jumped into Cheryl's eyes as the clamps bit into her nipples, and she screamed around Brian's dick, but it was no use.

She struggled to turn her head after she heard the sticky tear of tape and a round plastic ball settled close to her clit. Joe added more and more tape until the weird wand was secured against her slit. The plug gave a little shriek of metal as it slotted into the socket, and Joe reappeared.

"Let's have a bet, Cherry. You seem so sure I'll never get you to cum. If you're right, and you don't cum before our time's up, I'll never fuck you in the ass for as long as you're paying off your debt, but if you cum, we'll pull a train on your ass. Cock after cock after cock fucking your poor little backdoor, for as many times as we can get it up. Blink twice if you agree."

The pinch of the clamps on her nipples dampened Cheryl's excitement, and she tightened her hold on herself. These fuckers would fill her up with cum long before they'd ever push her over the edge. She blinked twice and worked her tongue on Brian's cock to get him off quicker.

"Deal."

'''Does she?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Lose the bet|Lose the bet]]
*[[Office Punishment/Win the bet|Win the bet]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 10:53:11 GMT

Darth Bombad: changed a word

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her. She slowly and reluctantly pulled the last piece of her uniform out if it's box.

A dog collar! It was black leather, with black velvet lining, and chromed steel fittings. It was easily the most expensive part of her new ensemble.

But the worst part was the chrome tag. On one side was stamped the company logo. On the other was a single word.

"Cherry"

Her instructions were clear, this was her new name! This is the only thing she was allowed to go by at work, This is what everyone is gonna call her. And worse, its how she'd have to refer to herself.

She holds the leather and chrome object with utter disgust, like it was some, filthy, unclean thing from the gutter. If she did this, she was submitting to be renamed! She'd be admitting that she was their pet. Nothing more than a dog.

"No choice." She fastens it around her creamy, slender neck. Trying not to think of the implications as it locks with a click. She's need Mister Doherty to unlock it at the end of the day.

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.

On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

Cheryl made it to her desk to find David leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest as he looked her up and down. "You look great, Cherry. Those suits hid a lot more than I expected them to." He pointed down at the floor. "Get on your knees."

"Isn't this enough? I need to get to work."

Cheryl dodged around David, her eyes aimed down. She knew what he was watching, and she didn't want to think about it. Work would distract her.

David's hand on her stomach stopped her dead in her tracks, and he forced her hip against the edge of her desk. "Enough? Cherry, you're the office whore, not some pin-up girl whose job's to look good."

He kept her in place as he moved in front of her. Before Cheryl could even try to break free, he'd pulled the cups of her bra down and pushed them under her tits, which put her proud globes on full display. David pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled downward as he said, "On your knees, Cherry. I need show everyone this isn't a joke."

Startled, Cheryl looked up wide-eyed to find David's eyes trained on her, focused, his features unyielding. She dropped to her knees, a strange confusion blooming in her stomach.

"Sorry."

"I know you're sorry, but that's not enough."

Trapped between her desk and David's legs, Cheryl could only watch as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

"This is your first lesson, Cherry." He nudged the tip of his cock against her full lips and clicked his tongue when she kept her mouth shut tight. "It doesn't matter who's watching, or where you are, you still have to do your job." He reached down and pinched her nipples again, twisting them between his fingers. "Open up."

Cheryl turned her head to the side and fought to ignore the silky heat that throbbed against her cheek. "Stop it, David, I don't want to suck your cock."

"You're a whore now, Cherry, and whores get paid to suck cock, you need to learn that." He wrenched her head back so his cock lined up with her lips again. "Every blowjob you give chips five dollars off your debt." He squeezed her nose shut. "A facial gets you twenty dollars." The thick helmet of his cock pushed harder and harder against her lips. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Something gave, and Cheryl let David in. His cock filled her mouth, and his earthy musk filled her nose. She wanted to pull back, turn her head, do anything else then taste him, but she couldn't. However long she stalled, she'd still end up on her knees, sucking his cock. He'd make sure of it.

David sighed in pleasure when her warm mouth closed around his cock. He buried his fingers into her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."

With a gentle pressure on the back of her head, he pushed Cheryl's face closer and closer to his body, and his throbbing shaft forced its way deeper into her mouth. Cheryl gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but the pressure never stopped.

Her colleagues crowded around to see Cheryl trapped against the side of her own desk, her mouth full of cock. Tears formed in her eyes when her nose pressed against David's body. He groaned in pleasure and said, "Take it all the way down. Show them you're a whore now."

David pulled back and thrust forward again, fucking Cheryl's face with his hard cock, for all of her colleagues to see, but she took it, or else he'd only push her, take more from her. Again and again he choked her, and the struggle to breathe consumed Cheryl. She had to make it through this.

But she was crumbling, the excited voices of her colleagues tore at her. She couldn't listen to them. They weren't there, she was alone, thinking of last week, when she told Tim to just take whatever he wanted from her, he'd deserved it after a great fourth date, and she'd been horny. Her hand slipped down her stomach, and she closed her eyes when she felt the wetness of her pussy through her panties.

Suddenly David's cock stilled in her mouth and he growled at someone. "What?"

"Look down, sir."

Cheryl froze when David took a step back. She could only imagine what she looked like. Eyes running, her tits wet with her own spit, her nipples hard as pebbles, and her hand rubbing her wet pussy, making a mess of her only clothes.

"Clear her desk."

With a nod from David, several pairs of hands grabbed Cheryl and lifted her off the floor. In seconds, she was on her back on the desk she'd worked at for years, her head dangling off the side.

"Get her panties."

Before she could protest, David jammed his cock back into Cheryl's mouth. One of his strong hands supported the back of her head, and the other squeezed her big tits. His cock twitched inside her throat at the feel of their firm softness.

"Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."

No! Everyone could see now. Cheryl's cheeks burned a fierce red, and she balled her hands into fists and pushed them into her stomach.

"You started it, so keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."

Cheryl slid her hand down her body, and when she grazed her clit, pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. The cock in her mouth muffled her moan, at least she hoped it did.

"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are."

David grunted as he forced his cock back down her throat in one strong thrust. Again and again he pummeled her face with his cock, going faster and faster as he used her for his pleasure.

"I'm almost there, whore, if you cum before I cover your face, I'll let you get cleaned up."

David's breathing got more labored as his thrusts turned shallow, until finally he pulled out. His thick cock shone, slick from Cheryl's mouth. He held it in one hand and jerked his shaft, it pulsed inches from her face, aimed straight at her, ready to burst.

How much longer before he exploded and coated her face with cum? Shame wrenched Cheryl's stomach when the thought made her pussy clench. This wasn't her. Her body responded to her desperate hands, to the eyes on her body, the humiliation. She got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. A moan slipped between her full lips, and her eyes widened when David sped up his stroking. She had to go faster, quicker, anybody could hear the slick sounds of her hand as it rubbed away at her clit. Can't think of that now.

Her body tensed up for the longest second, and Cheryl groaned in the back of her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded in her body. The first jet of David's cum splashed her face as her body convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff covered her face, her tits... some landed in her mouth, her hair, it was everywhere, cum was all she could smell and taste as she came on top of her own desk, in the middle of what used to be her office.

David let out a deep breath before he zipped up and clapped his hands. "Back to work, everyone. Anyone who wants some time with the company whore needs to send me a request, and to be very clear: if I don't approve it, it doesn't happen. Cherry isn't free game, so to speak."

He looked back down at Cheryl and said, "Clean yourself up."

He turned and left, and not long after, the office returned to its normal, busy state. Everything was as it always was, except for Cheryl, panting as she lay exhausted on her desk, reeking of sex.

As soon as she recovered, Cheryl straightened herself out, she strode over to the bathroom where this whole mess started and slammed the door shut behind her. The reflection that stared back at her this time shocked her. She looked like a freshly used whore.

No, she refused.

She twisted the tap's knob until a spout of water sprayed into the sink, dousing her stomach in cold droplets. She didn't care. Handfuls of water splashed into her face again and again. She let it run down her chest and make her clean again. She dried herself as best she could with paper towels.

Then she washed her panties off in the sink, drying them with the hand blower. She pulled them back on, and re-did her slutty make-up with the compact and stuff from her purse. The whole process made her feel like a cheap truck stop hooker. But at least she was clean of cum.

Only then did she give herself another look. Back to looking like a street walker, strolling for her next trick. It was sadly a reflection she was getting used to.

Cheryl took a deep breath and went back to work.

'''What happens next?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Her first client|Her first client]]
*[[Office Punishment/She gets a break|She gets a break]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 08:26:34 GMT

Darth Bombad: grammar

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.

The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign."

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."

"Do you have to call me a whore?"

"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to this address." he said tossing her a piece of paper. "Do as instructed, then get back here. You should be back before the end of lunch break."

"David."

"Mister Doherty."

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "

"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."

"Yes, Mister Doherty."

Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Mister Doherty, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde"

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1.5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mister Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of matching lingerie. The bra was a triangle-bikini style, that tied at the back. The panties were a high-cut string thong. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her condoms make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 08:25:39 GMT

Darth Bombad: added to chapter

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.

The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign."

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."

"Do you have to call me a whore?"

"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to this address." he said tossing her a piece of paper. "Do as instructed, then get back here. You should be back before the end of lunch break."

"David."

"Mister Doherty."

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "

"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."

"Yes, Mister Doherty."

Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Mister Doherty, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark. So everyone would know that she was a "bottle blonde"

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1. 5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mister Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of matching lingerie. The bra was a triangle-bikini style, that tied at the back. The panties were a high-cut string thong. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her condoms make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 08:23:20 GMT

Darth Bombad: added to chapter

Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.

The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign."

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."

"Do you have to call me a whore?"

"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to this address." he said tossing her a piece of paper. "Do as instructed, then get back here. You should be back before the end of lunch break."

"David."

"Mister Doherty."

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "

"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."

"Yes, Mister Doherty."

Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Mister Doherty, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark.

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

Finally they did her nails. 1. 5 inch stiletto press on's. Bright red and glossy.

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mister Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of matching lingerie. The bra was a triangle-bikini style, that tied at the back. The panties were a high-cut string thong. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her condoms make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Go back to her desk

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 08:13:58 GMT

Darth Bombad: Added chapter

Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her. She slowly and reluctantly pulled the last piece of her uniform out if it's box.

A dog collar! It was black leather, with black velvet lining, and chromed steel fittings. It was easily the most expensive part of her new ensemble.

But the worst part was the chrome tag. On one side was stamped the company logo. On the other was a single word.

"Cherry"

Her instructions were clear, this was her new name! This is the only thing she was allowed to go by at work, This is what everyone is gonna call her. And worse, its how she'd have to refer to herself.

She holds the leather and chrome object with utter disgust, like it was some, filthy, unclean thing from the gutter. If she did this, she was submitting to be renamed! She'd be admitting that she was their pet. Nothing more than a dog.

"No choice." She fastens it around her creamy, slender neck. Trying not to think of the implications as it locks with a click. She's need Mister Doherty to unlock it at the end of the day.

Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, she was a prostitute, and her name was Cherry.

She grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self. On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.

Cherry made it to her desk to find David leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest as he looked her up and down. "You look great, Cherry. Those suits hid a lot more than I expected them to." He pointed down at the floor. "Get on your knees."

"Isn't this enough? I need to get to work."

Cherry dodged around David, her eyes aimed down. She knew what he was watching, and she didn't want to think about it. Work would distract her.

David's hand on her stomach stopped her dead in her tracks, and he forced her hip against the edge of her desk. "Enough? Cherry, you're the office whore, not some pin-up girl whose job's to look good."

He kept her in place as he moved in front of her. Before Cherry could even try to break free, he'd pulled the cups of her bra down and pushed them under her tits, which put her proud globes on full display. David pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled downward as he said, "On your knees, Cherry. I need show everyone this isn't a joke."

Startled, Cherry looked up wide-eyed to find David's eyes trained on her, focused, his features unyielding. She dropped to her knees, a strange confusion blooming in her stomach.

"Sorry."

"I know you're sorry, but that's not enough."

Trapped between her desk and David's legs, Cherry could only watch as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

"This is your first lesson, Cherry." He nudged the tip of his cock against her full lips and clicked his tongue when she kept her mouth shut tight. "It doesn't matter who's watching, or where you are, you still have to do your job." He reached down and pinched her nipples again, twisting them between his fingers. "Open up."

Cherry turned her head to the side and fought to ignore the silky heat that throbbed against her cheek. "Stop it, David, I don't want to suck your cock."

"You're a whore now, Cherry, and whores get paid to suck cock, you need to learn that." He wrenched her head back so his cock lined up with her lips again. "Every blowjob you give chips five dollars off your debt." He squeezed her nose shut. "A facial gets you twenty dollars." The thick helmet of his cock pushed harder and harder against her lips. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Something gave, and Cherry let David in. His cock filled her mouth, and his earthy musk filled her nose. She wanted to pull back, turn her head, do anything else then taste him, but she couldn't. However long she stalled, she'd still end up on her knees, sucking his cock. He'd make sure of it.

David sighed in pleasure when her warm mouth closed around his cock. He buried his fingers into her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."

With a gentle pressure on the back of her head, he pushed Cherry's face closer and closer to his body, and his throbbing shaft forced its way deeper into her mouth. Cherry gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but the pressure never stopped.

Her colleagues crowded around to see Cherry trapped against the side of her own desk, her mouth full of cock. Tears formed in her eyes when her nose pressed against David's body. He groaned in pleasure and said, "Take it all the way down. Show them you're a whore now."

David pulled back and thrust forward again, fucking Cherry's face with his hard cock, for all of her colleagues to see, but she took it, or else he'd only push her, take more from her. Again and again he choked her, and the struggle to breathe consumed Cherry. She had to make it through this.

But she was crumbling, the excited voices of her colleagues tore at her. She couldn't listen to them. They weren't there, she was alone, thinking of last week, when she told Tim to just take whatever he wanted from her, he'd deserved it after a great fourth date, and she'd been horny. Her hand slipped down her stomach, and she closed her eyes when she felt the wetness of her pussy through her panties.

Suddenly David's cock stilled in her mouth and he growled at someone. "What?"

"Look down, sir."

Cherry froze when David took a step back. She could only imagine what she looked like. Eyes running, her tits wet with her own spit, her nipples hard as pebbles, and her hand rubbing her wet pussy, making a mess of her only clothes.

"Clear her desk."

With a nod from David, several pairs of hands grabbed Cherry and lifted her off the floor. In seconds, she was on her back on the desk she'd worked at for years, her head dangling off the side.

"Get her panties."

Before she could protest, David jammed his cock back into Cherry's mouth. One of his strong hands supported the back of her head, and the other squeezed her big tits. His cock twitched inside her throat at the feel of their firm softness.

"Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."

No! Everyone could see now. Cherry's cheeks burned a fierce red, and she balled her hands into fists and pushed them into her stomach.

"You started it, so keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."

Cherry slid her hand down her body, and when she grazed her clit, pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. The cock in her mouth muffled her moan, at least she hoped it did.

"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are."

David grunted as he forced his cock back down her throat in one strong thrust. Again and again he pummeled her face with his cock, going faster and faster as he used her for his pleasure.

"I'm almost there, whore, if you cum before I cover your face, I'll let you get cleaned up."

David's breathing got more labored as his thrusts turned shallow, until finally he pulled out. His thick cock shone, slick from Cherry's mouth. He held it in one hand and jerked his shaft, it pulsed inches from her face, aimed straight at her, ready to burst.

How much longer before he exploded and coated her face with cum? Shame wrenched Cherry's stomach when the thought made her pussy clench. This wasn't her. Her body responded to her desperate hands, to the eyes on her body, the humiliation. She got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. A moan slipped between her full lips, and her eyes widened when David sped up his stroking. She had to go faster, quicker, anybody could hear the slick sounds of her hand as it rubbed away at her clit. Can't think of that now.

Her body tensed up for the longest second, and Cherry groaned in the back of her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded in her body. The first jet of David's cum splashed her face as her body convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff covered her face, her tits... some landed in her mouth, her hair, it was everywhere, cum was all she could smell and taste as she came on top of her own desk, in the middle of what used to be her office.

David let out a deep breath before he zipped up and clapped his hands. "Back to work, everyone. Anyone who wants some time with the company whore needs to send me a request, and to be very clear: if I don't approve it, it doesn't happen. Cherry isn't free game, so to speak."

He looked back down at Cherry and said, "Clean yourself up."

He turned and left, and not long after, the office returned to its normal, busy state. Everything was as it always was, except for Cheryl, panting as she lay exhausted on her desk, reeking of sex.

As soon as she recovered, Cherry straightened herself out, she strode over to the bathroom where this whole mess started and slammed the door shut behind her. The reflection that stared back at her this time shocked her. She looked like a freshly used whore.

No, she refused.

She twisted the tap's knob until a spout of water sprayed into the sink, dousing her stomach in cold droplets. She didn't care. Handfuls of water splashed into her face again and again. She let it run down her chest and make her clean again. She dried herself as best she could with paper towels.

Then she washed her panties off in the sink, drying them with the hand blower. She pulled them back on, and re-did her slutty make-up with the compact and stuff from her purse. The whole process made her feel like a cheap truck stop hooker. But at least she was clean of cum.

Only then did she give herself another look. Back to looking like a street walker, strolling for her next trick. It was sadly a reflection she was getting used to.

Cherry took a deep breath and went back to work.

'''What happens next?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Her first client|Her first client]]
*[[Office Punishment/She gets a break|She gets a break]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 06:46:59 GMT

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Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.

The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.

She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.

"I'll sign."

Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.

"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."

"Do you have to call me a whore?"

"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to this address." he said tossing her a piece of paper. "Do as instructed, then get back here. You should be back before the end of lunch break."

"David."

"Mister Doherty."

Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "

"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."

"Yes, Mister Doherty."

Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?

----

The address had turned out to be a salon. Her appointment had been pre-paid by Mister Doherty, and the girls had been told what Cheryl "wanted". Her beautiful, long, chestnut brown hair was to be cut to mid length, feathered, teased out, (80s style) and bleached blonde! But not fully. The roots were to be left dark.

Next, she was to receive electrolysis. Her neatly trim--but full--bush was to be removed, leaving her sex completely smooth and bald!

The experience was pretty traumatic, but Cheryl tried to hold it together. She didn't know what would happen if she inadvertently tipped off these salon girls.

After she was done Cheryl wanted to cry, but forced out a smile as one of the girls gave her a robe. She quickly donned it, and was also handed a large bag with an envelope pined to the top. "Read me in the changing room" Cheryl took it with as much gratitude as she could muster, then went to do as instructed. She locked the door, and tore open the envelope.

"Dear Cheryl, I hope you enjoy your new look. I've taken the liberty of opening an account in your name with this place. You're to return regularly, to keep your appearance as it is. In the bag is your new uniform. And instructions how to wear it. From now on, this is all you're allowed to wear to work." P.S. "I can't wait to see the results of your make-over."
-Mister Doherty

Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of matching lingerie. The bra was a triangle-bikini style, that tied at the back. The panties were a high-cut string thong. And all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.

He couldn't be serious! She'd never even worn a thong before, now she was gonna have to wear her first one around the office?

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Cheryl dropped the salon's robe, and put on her new "uniform" The bra was a size or two too small, leaving plenty of under, and side boob. The thong was a new experience altogether. Cheryl felt exposed, and uncomfortable. It reminded her of 8th grade, getting her white, cotton, granny panties wedgied up her butt by those popular girls...

Cheryl quickly shakes her head and forces the memory of her nerdy middleschool years back down, where they belong. She sighs, lamenting this new era of humiliation, and moves on.

For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.

Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry--she was of course instructed to wear a good amount--And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her condoms make-up.

Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".

Next, were several bottles of cheepo perfume. Which she was to use a liberal amount of. Making her smell--in Cheryl's opinion--rather trashy.

She was also provided with a nondescript black trench coat. To wear to, and from work. But she was to remove it as soon as she got there.

Finally finished donning her "uniform" Cheryl wanted to throw-up. But she'd only have to fix her make-up again. She quickly pulled the coat tightly around her, covering her shame. She stuffed her old clothes into the duffel, and mustered the courage to head back to work.

"This is crazy!" She thought to herself. "But what choice do I have?"

Cheryl was super nervous on the way back, being practically naked! under the coat. She did get a few looks, but the coat did it's job. Most people were too engrossed with their own business to notice her trashy footwear, or make-up. The cab driver gave a lewed sneer, but she ignored it hurried into her building, heading straight for the bathroom.

----

Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand.

She barely recognized herself. Her newly bleached hair framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, barely contained by the thin material of her new bra. Sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. The thong did nothing to hide her ass--which was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body--and their high cut accentuated her sexy hips.

This was it. She had to act like a slut in the place where she'd earned respect, and all they'd see was a cheap whore, and they all knew how cheap, her contract included a price list: a fuck for ten dollars, a blowjob for five.

"I'm worth more than that." She thought, chocking back a sob.

Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, could she? She'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.

She looked again at the crumpled paper in her hand, and then to the box it came in. It contained the final piece of her uniform. She wasn't sure if she could go through with putting it on.

"How am I going to do this?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Make a break for it|Make a break for it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Go back to her desk|Go back to her desk]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment/Sign it

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 04:15:05 GMT

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Office Punishment/Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 02:25:07 GMT

Darth Bombad: added chapter

MONDAY

Cheryl knocked on David's door and waited for him to call for her. How long ago was it that he'd called her to his office like this? Probably the first time he'd promoted her, he'd done it early too, and she still remembered the looks in everyone's eyes when she left his office again with a big fat smile on her face. What happened? What did she do to get that promotion?

She worked, damn it, and nothing else. Sure, she dressed the part and made it clear to David he was dealing with a woman, but he'd never touched her. He'd look, and she'd feel his eyes on her from time to time, but she did the same to him, so it was fair.

"Come in."

Cheryl smiled as she opened the door, and her stomach tingled, was he promoting her again?

"Hi, David."

"Sit down, Cheryl, we need to talk."

Cheryl's smile faded, and she sat down, her hands folded in her lap. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, is there something you need to tell me?"

"I'm not following."

"There's nothing you think I should know?"

"Look, David, stop with the riddles. What are you on about?"

David held Cheryl's eyes for a few long moments, and the light fluttering in Cheryl's stomach turned sour as her gut clenched with nerves. "Am I being fired? What for?"

"I'm not firing you." He tossed a folder on his desk, and Cheryl startled as it thumped on the wood. "Explain that to me."

Cheryl turned the folder so she could read what was written on it, and she could barely breathe as a fist of dread squeezed her throat shut.

'Fraud Cell case #6804521'

Wordless, she flipped the folder open, and fear dug into her chest as she stared at hard proof of her fraud, down to the tiniest detail. Her hands trembled as she dug her nails into the papers. How did he get this?

She slumped and squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from forming. "Are you sending me to jail?"

"We're talking about half a million dollars, Cheryl, more if we hadn't caught you." Cheryl sank deeper into the chair, she'd never counted it all together. "Where is it?"

"Gone."

"All of it?"

"I had debts to pay off."

David snorted and said, "You did not have half a million in debt."

"I—"

"I don't want to hear your excuses, Cheryl. Do you know what will happen to this company if we get audited?"

"I... yes."

"Half a million in tax evasion is going to cost us millions in fines and legal charges. We don't have millions just lying around, Cheryl, the money's going to have to come from somewhere, which means that if the audit ever comes, I'm going to be forced to lay off a lot of hard working people because of you."

He got up from his chair and strode around his desk until he stood behind Cheryl. "I'm honestly amazed you had the balls to show up for work knowing what you did. I trusted you, Cheryl, I gave you a chance, and this is how you repay me? Whatever your debt was before, it's now half a million and change, and you owe it to me."

Cheryl froze as David put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down into her chair, his fingers trembled as he took a deep breath and eased the pressure. Another deep breath and he let go of her.

His presence still loomed behind her though, and his voice was measured when he said, "I can send you to jail, but I'd prefer to make a deal, we don't need bad publicity in today's market."

Hope sparked in Cheryl's chest, and she straightened. "What kind of deal?"

"One where you work in this office under a special contract." David reached around Cheryl for the folder he'd thrown on the desk and pulled a stapled bundle from the bottom of it. He dangled it in front of her face and said, "Read it."

Cheryl did as he told her, and dread settled in her stomach. When she reached the last page, David spoke again. "Despite what you've done, I don't want to see you go to jail, but you can't keep your old job, and just letting this go is not an option either. You need to pay for what you've done, and since I'm the one who gave you a chance, I'm the one who needs to punish you."

"By turning me into a whore."

"Yes, you're going to whore out your beautiful body to pay off your debt, and I'm going to expect you to achieve the same standard I've always kept you to. If you miss your monthly quota, you get sent to jail, if you disobey, your ass goes to jail, if you don't sign..."

"I go to jail."

"If any of this gets out into the public..."

"I go to jail."

"But if you pay off your debt, you'll leave this company with a glowing letter of recommendation, and you and I will never work together again."

"That part's true?"

"Of course it is, it's in the contract. You've made a mistake, and I expect you to pay for it, but I'm not going to hold it over your head after you leave here, and I will give you a fair judging, no matter what our history." He held out a pen to her. "Will you need to read it again? Or do I call the authorities?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Sign it|Sign it]]
*[[Office Punishment/Refuse|Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 02:24:39 GMT

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Office Punishment

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 02:22:22 GMT

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A cold, ruthless, ambitious female employee gets her comeuppance at the office. Feel free to ad your own girl to degrade, humiliate and torture.

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'''Who are you?'''

*[[Office Punishment/Cheryl|Cheryl]]

[[Category: Office Punishment]]

Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 02:21:09 GMT

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Cheryl

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 02:17:21 GMT

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MONDAY

Cheryl knocked on David's door and waited for him to call for her. How long ago was it that he'd called her to his office like this? Probably the first time he'd promoted her, he'd done it early too, and she still remembered the looks in everyone's eyes when she left his office again with a big fat smile on her face. What happened? What did she do to get that promotion?

She worked, damn it, and nothing else. Sure, she dressed the part and made it clear to David he was dealing with a woman, but he'd never touched her. He'd look, and she'd feel his eyes on her from time to time, but she did the same to him, so it was fair.

"Come in."

Cheryl smiled as she opened the door, and her stomach tingled, was he promoting her again?

"Hi, David."

"Sit down, Cheryl, we need to talk."

Cheryl's smile faded, and she sat down, her hands folded in her lap. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, is there something you need to tell me?"

"I'm not following."

"There's nothing you think I should know?"

"Look, David, stop with the riddles. What are you on about?"

David held Cheryl's eyes for a few long moments, and the light fluttering in Cheryl's stomach turned sour as her gut clenched with nerves. "Am I being fired? What for?"

"I'm not firing you." He tossed a folder on his desk, and Cheryl startled as it thumped on the wood. "Explain that to me."

Cheryl turned the folder so she could read what was written on it, and she could barely breathe as a fist of dread squeezed her throat shut.

'Fraud Cell case #6804521'

Wordless, she flipped the folder open, and fear dug into her chest as she stared at hard proof of her fraud, down to the tiniest detail. Her hands trembled as she dug her nails into the papers. How did he get this?

She slumped and squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from forming. "Are you sending me to jail?"

"We're talking about half a million dollars, Cheryl, more if we hadn't caught you." Cheryl sank deeper into the chair, she'd never counted it all together. "Where is it?"

"Gone."

"All of it?"

"I had debts to pay off."

David snorted and said, "You did not have half a million in debt."

"I—"

"I don't want to hear your excuses, Cheryl. Do you know what will happen to this company if we get audited?"

"I... yes."

"Half a million in tax evasion is going to cost us millions in fines and legal charges. We don't have millions just lying around, Cheryl, the money's going to have to come from somewhere, which means that if the audit ever comes, I'm going to be forced to lay off a lot of hard working people because of you."

He got up from his chair and strode around his desk until he stood behind Cheryl. "I'm honestly amazed you had the balls to show up for work knowing what you did. I trusted you, Cheryl, I gave you a chance, and this is how you repay me? Whatever your debt was before, it's now half a million and change, and you owe it to me."

Cheryl froze as David put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down into her chair, his fingers trembled as he took a deep breath and eased the pressure. Another deep breath and he let go of her.

His presence still loomed behind her though, and his voice was measured when he said, "I can send you to jail, but I'd prefer to make a deal, we don't need bad publicity in today's market."

Hope sparked in Cheryl's chest, and she straightened. "What kind of deal?"

"One where you work in this office under a special contract." David reached around Cheryl for the folder he'd thrown on the desk and pulled a stapled bundle from the bottom of it. He dangled it in front of her face and said, "Read it."

Cheryl did as he told her, and dread settled in her stomach. When she reached the last page, David spoke again. "Despite what you've done, I don't want to see you go to jail, but you can't keep your old job, and just letting this go is not an option either. You need to pay for what you've done, and since I'm the one who gave you a chance, I'm the one who needs to punish you."

"By turning me into a whore."

"Yes, you're going to whore out your beautiful body to pay off your debt, and I'm going to expect you to achieve the same standard I've always kept you to. If you miss your monthly quota, you get sent to jail, if you disobey, your ass goes to jail, if you don't sign..."

"I go to jail."

"If any of this gets out into the public..."

"I go to jail."

"But if you pay off your debt, you'll leave this company with a glowing letter of recommendation, and you and I will never work together again."

"That part's true?"

"Of course it is, it's in the contract. You've made a mistake, and I expect you to pay for it, but I'm not going to hold it over your head after you leave here, and I will give you a fair judging, no matter what our history." He held out a pen to her. "Will you need to read it again? Or do I call the authorities?"

'''Does Cheryl?'''

*[[Sign it]]
*[[Refuse]]

[[Category: Office Punishment|Cheryl]]

Office Punishment

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 01:58:37 GMT

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A cold, ruthless, ambitious female employee gets her comeuppance at the office. Feel free to ad your own girl to degrade, humiliate and torture.

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'''Who are you?'''

*[[Cheryl]]

[[Category: Office Punishment]]

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|[[The Ordinary Life of a Prostitute]] || {{PAGESINCAT:The Ordinary Life of a Prostitute}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Organized Crime]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Organized Crime}} || {{Public}}
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|[[One Night with Princess Luna]] || {{PAGESINCAT:One Night with Princess Luna}} || {{DNE}} (unless you have knowledge about MLP and have good grammar)
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|[[Office Ladies]]|| WIP || {{Private}}
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|[[Office Life]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Office Life}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Out of This World]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Out of This World}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Outdone by Neighbor's Son]] || WIP || {{Private}}
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|[[Overwatch Romp]] || WIP || {{Private}} (If you feel like you could help, and know about Overwatch, feel free to contact JustAHornyGuy!)
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|[[Owlman's Harem]] || WIP || {{Private}}

[[Category:System Pages]]
[[Category:Adult Stories]]

All Adult Stories/O

Darth Bombad — Mon, 13 Nov 2023 01:17:19 GMT

Darth Bombad: Added new story!

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! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Notes
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|[[Office Whore]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Office Whore}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Offworld Romance]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Offworld Romance}} || {{Private}}(I'm new to this, Check me out some time :))
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|[[Obscura]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Obscura}} || {{Public}}(Please add pages!)
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|[[Occupational Therapy]] (Gay) || {{PAGESINCAT:Occupational Therapy}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Omni Joint Story]] || {{Public}}
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|[[Once Upon a Time]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Once Upon a Time}} || {{Public}}
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|[[One Big Party]] || WIP || {{Private}}
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|[[Oneshot Stories]] || WIP || {{Private}}
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|[[Ongoing Story]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Ongoing Story}} || (Some paths finished, others are work in Progress)
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|[[Oops! You're Naked!]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Oops! You're Naked!}} || {{Public}}
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|[[The Ordinary Life of a Prostitute]] || {{PAGESINCAT:The Ordinary Life of a Prostitute}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Organized Crime]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Organized Crime}} || {{Public}}
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|[[One Night with Princess Luna]] || {{PAGESINCAT:One Night with Princess Luna}} || {{DNE}} (unless you have knowledge about MLP and have good grammar)
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|[[Office Ladies]]|| WIP || {{Private}}
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|[[Office Life]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Office Life}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Out of This World]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Out of This World}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Outdone by Neighbor's Son]] || WIP || {{Private}}
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|[[Overwatch Romp]] || WIP || {{Private}} (If you feel like you could help, and know about Overwatch, feel free to contact JustAHornyGuy!)
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|[[Owlman's Harem]] || WIP || {{Private}}

[[Category:System Pages]]
[[Category:Adult Stories]]

You Get Dressed

Darth Bombad — Sat, 14 Jan 2023 04:38:22 GMT

Darth Bombad: changed direction slightly

You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A white cotton bralette. And a pair of full cut white cotton briefs. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, even with your modest underwear it was clear that you had a great figure. You were proud of your body, though you would '''never''' show it off in public. "''That's how bad girls who want attention behave"'' you think. Dutifully parroting your mothers lessons to you.

You're soon finished getting dressed. Your outfit consists of a pair of black tights, with matching dress shoes. A grey pleated skirt. White button up blouse. And a dark blue cardigan. Anyone who didn't know any better would think that it was a school uniform. But the truth was. That after a lifetime of fancy private schools, you were simply used to dressing this way. Besides, you were raised to be a proper lady. You wouldn't dare wear some of the things other girls your age wore now days.

Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. You never felt comfortable with much more than that. Your Jewelry was the most important part. Two symbols of who you were. Your gold crucifix necklace, and your promise ring. Both gifts from your parents.
You know that the other girls think that your stuck-up, prudish, and frigid. They call you "princess" behind your back. And mock your abstinence group. But you won't apologize for being a good girl. Besides, you were more than popular enough.

Taking a scrunchy the same color as your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. With that, you're ready to go. And just in time too. As there is another knock at the door.

"Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see.

[[Will|Your security detail.]]

[[Masked man|A man in a ski mask.]]

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You Get Dressed

Darth Bombad — Fri, 13 Jan 2023 14:13:52 GMT

Darth Bombad: spelling and grammar

You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A plain white, cotton bralette. And brief cut cotton panties. They're also white, and are covered in a childish teddy bear print, with a little bow in the center waistband.

As you admire yourself in the mirror you are aware that most people would think that you were far too old for underwear like this--your mother bought them you--but you don't care. You were a good obedient daughter, and proud of it.

You quickly finish getting dressed. Your outfit consists of a pair of black tights, with matching dress shoes. A grey pleated skirt. White button up blouse. And a dark blue cardigan. Anyone who didn't know any better would think that it was a school uniform. But the truth was. That after a lifetime of fancy private schools, you were simply used to dressing this way. Besides, you were raised to be a proper lady. You wouldn't dare wear some of the things girls your age wore now days.

Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. Giving you a natural youthful beauty. Your Jewelry was the most important part. Two symbols of who you were. Your gold crucifix necklace, and your promise ring. Both gifts from your parents.

You know that the other girls think that your stuck-up, prudish, and frigid. They call you "princess" behind your back. And mock your abstinence group. But you won't apologize for simply being raised right. Besides, you were more than popular enough.

Taking a scrunchy that matches the color of your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. And your done! And just in time too. As there is another knock at the door.

"Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see.

[[Will|Your security detail.]]

[[Masked man|A man in a ski mask.]]

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You Get Dressed

Darth Bombad — Fri, 13 Jan 2023 14:12:49 GMT

Darth Bombad: spelling

You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A plain white, cotton bralette. And brief cut cotton panties. They're also white, and are covered in a childish teddy bear print, with a little bow in the center waistband.

As you admire yourself in the mirror you are aware that most people would think that you were far too old for underwear like this--your mother bought them you--but you don't care. You were a good obedient daughter, and proud of it.

You quickly finish getting dressed. Your outfit consists of a pair of black tights, with matching dress shoes. A grey pleated skirt. White button up blouse. And a dark blue cardigan. Anyone who didn't know any better would think that it was a school uniform. But the truth was. That after a lifetime of fancy private schools, you were simply used to dressing this way. Besides, you were raised to be a proper lady. You wouldn't dare wear some of the things girls your age wore now days.

Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. Giving you a natural youthful beauty. Your Jewelry was the most important part. Two symbols of who you were. Your gold crucifix necklace, and your promise ring. Both gifts from your parents.

You know that the other girls think that your stuck-up, prudish, and frigid. They call you "princess" behind your back. And mock your abstinence group. But you won't apologize for being simply being raised right. Besides, you were more than popular enough.

Taking a scrunchy that matches the color of your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. And your done! And just in time too. As there is another knock at the door.

"Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see.

[[Will|Your security detail.]]

[[Masked man|A man in a ski mask.]]

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]