Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, discipline, punishment, spanking, anal sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Bosswomen contains three Femdom BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.
Over Her Knee
Jason's young and beautiful boss Joanna Roth has always taken a special interest in him, ever since he first came to work for her at the age of sixteen. After Jason loses the order form of a very important client, she punishes him as she often has before: with a sound spanking. But on this occasion, he settles onto Joanna's lap to take the punishment under her strict hands only to find his long-secret feelings for her pushed out into the open by the unmistakable throes of orgasm. When questioned, Jason is forced to admit that he has always been hopelessly aroused by the discipline his boss administers. Now that all feelings are out in the open, will this day prove a nightmare or fulfill the fantasy Jason has never allowed himself to admit he wants?
No Match for the Bussinesswoman
For years Clay Phillips has been working nights and weekends to get his start-up off the ground, but when long overdue success begins to turn heads, it attracts the attentions of heavy hitters that Clay is not prepared to contend with. Such a one is Christine Rivers, beautiful CEO of the Rosemont Group, who has come to meet with Clay personally about the prospect of a buyout. What begins as a bit of simple maneuver and professional strong-arming soon becomes much more as the seductive and forceful businesswoman turns to more elaborate means of bringing Clay around to her point of view. Threats, physical dominance, and sexual manipulation will all come into play before she has gotten her way and left Clay bruised and gasping on his office desk, hungry for more.
Called to Her Office
Chris has never been outgoing around his coworkers, but it isn't until a new boss arrives to run the branch that he begins to regret his isolation in the work place. For weeks he silently hungers for Ms. Reese's attention, until he is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn't long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Veronica Reese has been painfully aware of Chris's desire for her attention, and she intends to punish him for the inappropriate means he has employed to distract her from her professional duties.
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She produced another folded sheet of paper and laid it in front of me. "First, you sign this contract, finalizing the sale for the amount I've offered you. It will make you a very rich man."
I managed to shake my head. "This is all happening too fast."
"Too fast?" she repeated. "I thought I had been very generous with my time. I have given you months to withdraw from my markets."
"I can't," I stammered.
She nodded, as though deciding something for herself. "Do you know what it is like when a little startup like yours wanders in and starts trying to underbid companies like mine? It is like a child that insists on sitting at the grown-ups' table. The child refuses to acknowledge objective reality. It only understands one thing."
She pushed the stacks of paper which remained in the center of my desk off to the side. One of them wobbled, tipped, and cascaded to the floor, but she did not notice. "The only thing they understand, Clay, is a firm hand."
She was standing over me, now, and I had shrunk back into the chair. Her sultry, inviting manner had been replaced by the tone of utter authority.
"I can make you regret your stubbornness in any number of ways. I can underbid every contract you receive, headhunt every name you hire, and grind your company into the dirt until every last investor you have is serving you papers. Is that what you want?"
I stared up at her, mute.
"Stand up," she said.
I stayed frozen in place.
"Stand up," she repeated. "You call yourself the owner of this company. You can't even stand and look me in the eye in your own office? You have to cower in your chair?"
Shakily, I complied.
No sooner was I standing than she had put her hand to the small of my back, pushing me over and pinning me down upon my desk.
"I'm going to do something much less permanent than all of that," she said. There was not so much as a single note of strain in her voice as she held me completely helpless against the smooth oak of my desk. "Because I'm beginning to like you, because in a certain way I can admire stubbornness, I'm going to teach you very simply and here, in private, just how out of your depth you are."
I tried to say something, but her hand against my back was compressing my chest against the desk too forcefully to draw full breath. Instead, all that emerged was a whimper.