You Remember Meeting Your Husband. It Was A Summer Internship You Had Been Accepted For. And Your Husband

You remember meeting your husband. It was a summer internship you had been accepted for. And your husband to be was your boss. You made so many mistakes at first. He was so patient and corrected you. Again and again. But the third time you made the same mistake, he lost his temper.

You found yourself over his lap. Even with your dress down and panties covering, it hurt. But being over an older man's lap, getting a spanking you deserved had you wet. Over the weekend you replayed the memory over and over again while masterbating.

The following Monday, he apologized, pointing how you could get ahold of HR. You just smiled and said you deserved it. The spankings continued. And your masterbation became more frequent.

As your masterbation increased, the hem lengths of your skirts went up. You were being a little cock tease and you knew it. Flashing your panties or lack of them.

One day, you were called into his office. "There are multiple complaints to HR about your attire." His hand grabbing your wrists before he slaps you. "You work for me. Your appearance and behavior reflect on me. Didn't you have a father to teach you how to behave?"

Anger coloring his face. "Do you think you are the first silly little girl who thinks being a cocktease will get her promoted? Maybe you should learn what happens to whores like you."

Your flimsy panties torn away. His hand covering your mouth as you can hear the rest of the office working. Pinned to the wall as he raped you. "Did you just cum from being raped?" He snarled into your ear. And you had.

When he finished, he looked at you with disgusting. "Go home and tomorrow come back not looking Iike a whore."

You rubbed yourself raw that afternoon. Replaying every detail. The smell of his colonge and skin. How helpless you felt. The satisfaction of getting a man off. How even raping you, he was better than your fumbling boyfriend.

The next day, you went into his office. In a much more modest outfit. As wonderful as getting what you deserved had been, disappointing him seemed like a fate worse than he'll.

"Sign this. It's your resignation letter. It's clear you need a man with a firm hand taking care of you. And I can't date subordinates. So you need to quit. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight. Wear something dressy. I am taking you somewhere nice."

And he did. Not long after, you dropped out of college. Now you are a happy housewife.