Disciplining the CEO - Parts1-7

[Foxy Lady]

'Miss Palmer, a word if you please.'



There was no mistaking the stern tones of the CEO, Mrs Woods.



'In my office, NOW.' Her words carried across the office, as they were intended to.



She marched into her office, leaving the door open.



'Leave the door,' she snapped as Valerie Palmer, her finance director, made to close it behind her.



'Miss Palmer, are you doing this deliberately? Is this your way of undermining my position? We all know you are plotting to replace me.'



'Mrs Woods,' Valerie was struggling to keep her voice level, but she knew all ears in the outer office would be listening to their exchange. 'Mrs Woods, I have no idea what you are talking about.'



'Don't you, indeed. Well let me remind you. I told you to have your report on our proposed expansion in my hand by 10am sharp. Is that not so?'



'Yes,' Valerie agreed, 'it is so.'



'Well,' the CEO snapped, 'where is it? It's gone 10:30 and I don't have the report in my hand. How do you explain that?'



Valerie let the question hang before replying, in a slightly raised voice. 'I came to hand the report to you at 9:55 precisely. You were not in your office and no one knew where you were, so I placed it on your desk for you to find when you returned.'



Both women turned to look at the CEO's desk, where the report lay, unopened.



Valerie turned, walked to the door and closed it quietly.



She walked slowly back to Mrs Woods and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The CEO was visibly shaken, but it was Valerie who spoke first.



'Just for your information, Mrs Woods,' she emphasised the Mrs, 'under this dress, I am stark, bollock naked.'



Turning smartly on her heel, she walked sedately out of the office, closing the door behind her.



That afternoon, at 03:38, an email hit her inbox. It was from Mrs Woods.

 

[Foxy Lady]

The email read:



Good afternoon, Miss Palmer, Valerie



I wonder if you would like to join me for a drink after work at my Club. I will be there from 18:00 until about 21:00.



No need to reply, just come at any time if you want to.



The Club is at 19 Vine Street.



Valerie did not reply – none was required – but stayed at work until 18:30 and then set out to find the Club. Vine Street appeared to be a prosper residential street, but there were few people about. No 19 was about halfway along. There was no sign to show what it was, just a black door if a short flight of steps. The door opened as she reached the top step.



"Miss Palmer, please come in. Mrs Woods is expecting you. Let me show you the way."



The young woman, dressed in tight black trousers and a loose white shirt, leg her down a carpeted corridor into a library and then over to a table in a discrete corner. Indeed, the room seemed to consist of discrete corners.



The CEO rose as the pair approached.



'Valerie, thank you for come, please have a seat. I've got some chilled Pinot Grigio, but if you would prefer something else …'



Valerie shook her head and took her seat. When she looked up, her escort had gone and her host was pouring her a glass of wine.



'Valerie, I hope it is OK to call you Valerie. I know we are more formal at work, but if you prefer …'



'No, I am happy for you to call me Valerie, or Val if you like. What shall I call you, Mrs Woods?'



'Charlotte, please.' She raised her glass and Valerie joined her in taking a first sip.



'First, Valerie, I want to apologise for this morning. I was in the wrong and I accept that you were not.' Valerie waved her hand as if the CEO's behaviour was not of any consequence to her. 'And,' Charlotte continued, 'in the circumstances I will not be instigating any disciplinary measures against you for your reaction.'



Valerie smiled and gave a brief nod. She had no intention of saying what she was thinking, not yet any way.



'You may be wondering what this place is.' Charlotte did not seem at all put out by Valerie's silence. 'It is a Club, a very discrete one, for female business and civic leaders.'



Valerie finally spoke, 'I noticed that everyone here, including the cute girl who escorted me, is female.'



'Yes, she is cute, isn't she.' Charlotte seemed lost in thought for a moment. 'I would like to ask you a question, if I may.' She did not wait for a response, but carried on. 'After this morning, after you slapped me, and before you walked out, you told me that you were naked under your dress. I would like to know why you thought I should know that.' She stopped abruptly, waiting, but Valerie said nothing. 'You see, Mrs Woods raised her hand to show a gold wedding ring, I am married, happily married. It is a satisfying relationship in every way.' She finally stopped and picked up her glass.



'As I recall,' Valerie replied at last, 'I said I was "stark, bollock naked" and if you are interested, I still am. What about you, Charlotte, are you naked, or stark bollock naked, or any other kind of naked?'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Mrs Woods glass began to shake slightly, so she quickly placed it on the table and clenched her hands in her lap.



'No, I am not any kind of naked. I would not go out naked and certainly never to work. To be honest, Miss-, Valerie, I am surprised that you do.'



'So, Charlotte, tell me what you are wearing next to your skin.'



Mrs Woods sighed, but answered. 'I don't know why you are so interested in this, but I am wearing pale blue holdups, with matching lingerie – bra and panties – dark blue with red stitching and small bows. Does that answer your question?'



'Yes, it answers my question.'



There was a long pause, which the CEO finally broke.' 'So?'



'So, I can now picture what you will look like when you take off your dress.'



'When I get home you mean?'



'No, Mrs Woods, I mean now. I want to see you naked right now.'



'Do you really think I invited you here to show off my lingerie for you.'



'No, I think you invited me here to see my naked body, my stark bollock naked body, to you. And, no, I did not come to see your lingerie, I came to see your naked, stark - bollock - naked, body.'



Valerie shifted in her seat to face the CEO and eased the hem of her dress up her thigh.



'Now, you can strip off right here or we can go to one of the private rooms.'



Charlotte stared, open-mouthed. 'How did-' and stopped abruptly.



'How did I know? I checked out this address when you told me where we could meet. That was easy. So was finding out what facilities the Club has.'



Charlotte sighed and pressed a button under the table. A young Chinese female appeared. 'Do you have a room free at the moment, Suzie?'



'Hyacinth is free, Madam,' the girl replied.



'That will do nicely. Will you take our wine there, please?'



Suzie picked up the wine glass and the two women followed.



'Nice ass,' Valerie whispered in Charlotte's ear, 'tight ass.' Charlotte's did not respond. 'Will she be joining us?'



'Not unless we ask her,' Charlotte answered eventually.



Hyacinth was a sumptuously furnished, medium-size room on the third floor facing the garden at the back of the Club.



'Thank you, Suzie, I will ring if we need anything.'



As Suzie closed the door, Valerie approached Charlotte and took her glass from her hand, placing it on a small table.

 

[Foxy Lady]

'Strip.'



Valerie's voice was casual, almost conversational.



'What? I beg your pardon. What did you just say?'



'You heard me. Strip. Get your kit off, Charlotte.'



Charlotte's face was red, her voice shaking.



'How dare you order me about. Just remember who-'



She got no further before Valerie delivered a right-handed slap across her face. Quickly followed by a back-handed slap to the other side.



'Don't come the high and might CEO with me. It's too late for that. You know you've spent the best part of today imagining me naked, stark-bollock-naked. Unable to concentrate on any work. Wondering why your expensive panties are sodden. Planning how you can get me on my own and get to see what I look like. Like I say, it's too late to pretend you're not interested in what may – or may not – happen this evening.'



Charlotte had no reply to this verbal onslaught. She turned her back and slowly removed each item of her clothing until she was standing dressed only in lingerie. She turned to face Valerie.



'H-h-how,' she stammered, 'am I going to tell my husband about this? What can I say to him?'



Valerie gave her a long appraising look. Her skin was pale and set off her blue stockings, bra and panties. Her muscles were toned – no doubt she had a personal trainer. Valerie would need to be careful – if this turned physical, Charlotte would be able to fight back. Which was not what Valerie had expected, but which could add a frisson to what she was planning.



She stepped close to Charlotte and whispered, and as she whispered she drew closer until her lips were brushing Charlotte's.



'Tell your husband what the fuck you like. Tell him you have discovered someone who can satisfy you more than he can. Tell him there is more to fucking that having a guy's smelly dick in your fanny.'



When she finished, she moved back.



The CEO was flushed, across her face and upper chest. Her breathing was faster than before.



'Now,' Valerie's voice was sterner this time, 'you haven't finished. Get the rest of your clothes off. Now.'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Charlotte complied, but averted her eyes from Valerie as she rolled her stockings down her thighs and calves and over her feet.

As she reached behind to unfasten her bra, she turned away before releasing the catch and easing the straps over her shoulders.

Finally, she eased her panties over her hips and, with a quick wiggle, they were around her ankles. She stepped clear, but paused before she turned to face her tormentor.

When she finally did so, her eyes were lowered, her right arm was across her chest and her left hand covered her crotch.

Slowly she raised her eyes to find Valerie staring fixedly at her. She shivered slightly before beginning to expose her body.

First, she removed her arm, letting her tits swing free. Small, but pert with deep red nipples, erect. Then she removed her hand to show a thick patch of unruly pubes. 'My h-husband likes them that way,' she stammered as if in apology.

Val's response was a sharp slap across her face. Then a stinging slap across her breasts. No explanation, just punishment.

Charlotte waited. Afraid to move without permission, afraid to speak without punishment.

'Open your thighs.' Sharp words, stern voice. Charlotte obeyed. 'Wider.' Again sharp and stern. She obeyed, but could not avoid a shudder as Valerie slipped her hand between Charlotte's thighs and wiped her fingers along her slit. They came out glistening.

Valerie brought them to her nose and sniffed deeply before waving them in front of Charlotte's face. The CEO shrank back, wrinkling her nostrils.

'This is because of what I said to you, isn't it.' Charlotte nodded and, seeing Val's expression, quickly spoke. 'Yes.'

'You've been like this all day.' It wasn't a question, but Charlotte thought it wise to say 'Yes', quickly.

'Tell me.'

'I don't like - it's difficult. I've never been slapped in my entire life, never been spoken to like that before, never been made to feel like until today. I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept coming back to what you had said.'

'And - there's more.'

'Yes, there's more.'

'Tell me the more.'

'I-I-I well I just kept getting images in my head - images of you - naked - stark bollock naked under your dress. I imagined what it felt like to be naked at work. I thought about taking my lingerie off, but couldn't bring myself to do it.'

'And, come on, don't tease me, tell me.'

'I imaged going down on you, pushing you onto my sofa and going down on your, eating you out, tasting your cunt, smelling you.'

'And is that what you would like to do?'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Charlotte just stared back.

'Well,' Valerie snapped, 'is it, is that what you would like to do?'

Charlotte nodded.

'Right, then I had better get this dress off.'

She turned her back , reached behind and shrugged her dress off, pulling it over her firm ass, letting it fall and stepping out of it. She kicked it aside and turned to face Charlotte.

She stood with back straight, proud in her high heels, her small tits firm in front of her and muscular thighs slightly apart. Charlotte took this in at a glance, but stared at Valerie's crotch. Her whole belly was a mass of dark pubes, which extended between her legs and drifted onto her thighs. A quick glimpse told her that Valerie's arm pits were similarly covered. She mouthed something.

'What, speak up, come on, what did you say?'

There was a brief pause before she stuttered 'F-F-F-ck.'

'So, then, this is your chance to do what you want to do. What was it - going down on me, pushing me onto my sofa and going down on me, eating me out, tasting my cunt, smelling me.'


Charlotte nodded and licked her lips, but said nothing.

It took a slap across her face before she spoke.

'I do, but I don't know what to do.'

'Don't be ridiculous. Every woman knows. Do what a man does to you. Just do the same to me.'

'That's just it, my husband doesn't, he isn't, I mean he tries, but it doesn't do anything for me. So, I just pretend.'

'You fake it,' Valerie sneered. 'I thought your relationship was satisfying in every way.'

'I, well, I may have exaggerated - a little.'

'Well then, it looks like I will have to show you.'

 

[Foxy Lady]

Valerie advanced on Charlotte, forcing her backwards until her legs hit the bottom of the bed and she fell backwards. Valerie dropped to her knees and pushed Charlotte's thighs wide in order to dip her face into her crotch and inhale deeply. When she lifted her head, her nostrils were flared.



'You smell of sweat, stale piss and fish.'



The CEO blushed.



Valerie dipped again to inhale a second time. When she rose this time, there was a smile on her face.



'Yes, and I detect a hint of soap, from the directors' washroom. You've tried to clean yourself before coming to meet me. How thoughtful of you, Charlie. Now,' she rushed on overriding the protest. 'let me see what you taste like.'



This time her fingers opened Charlotte's labia and the tip of Valerie's tongue stroked along the fleshy inner flesh. Charlotte shuddered and moaned softly. A few more strokes, before Valerie lifted her head.



'Charlie, darling, you smell hot as fuck.'



Valerie wiped her tongue across her lips and then inside her mouth and over her gums.



'You taste and smell like a trailer trash slut, Charlotte. Which is just the same as the rest of us. However prim and proper we are all the same inside, inside our heads and inside our cunts. Deep inside, we all know that, however much we pretend, even to everyone, even to ourselves. Tell me I'm not wrong.'



Before Charlotte could answer, Valerie's middle finger was burrowing into the CEO's vag, working its way slowly but surely towards that soft spongy spot.