Star Spanked By Her Billionaire Boss, Strict Professor and Sexy Doctor

3 story bundle
1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-386-23551-4
Verlag: Steele Star Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, 11 Seiten

Three naïve young women have been very, very naughty and now they must willingly submit to three dominant men - boss, professor and doctor - for the harsh spankings they so justly deserve. The ladies are shocked yet thrilled to discover that bedning over for manly discipline never felt so good!
Spanked By Her Billionaire Boss
Naïve graduate Chastity is desperate to work in finance. She grabs the chance even to be a maid to billionaire financier Sir John, hoping to progress to his private office. But an embarrassing multi-million mistake on her first day demands strict physical discipline. Chastity must willingly accept the most humiliating and painful bare bottom spanking from office manager Claudia and the unforgiving Sir John. In front of all the office staff. This standalone story includes spanking, paddling and humiliation.
Spanked By Her Strict Professor
Strict Professor Stone summons sexy student Kimberley to his office to warn her about failing grades. Her rebellious attitude makes the Professor realize he's duty bound to save Kimberley from flunking his class and dropping out. She must willingly accept her first-time harsh and painful disciplinary spanking. For her own good. Enjoy this short standalone story, with spanking, discipline, domination, submission and humiliation.
Spanked By Her Sexy Doctor
Innocent Debbie has a humiliating sexual secret. She just can't climax, no matter how hard she masturbates. When she's caught stealing a prescription form from her hot doctor, the older man proposes a shocking remedy. All Debbie has to do is willingly submit to a harsh spanking and the sexy punishment will shed her inhibitions to reach the orgasms she so desperately craves. Enjoy this steamy standalone short story, featuring medical examination, spanking, anal play, fingering, humiliation, masturbation and multiple orgasms. 

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Star, Steele

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I had been desperately trying to land a temporary job in finance since I left university. It was my lifelong ambition, but I soon discovered that you could not get work without experience. And since I had never worked in finance, I had no experience. I was completely stuck. I was registered with all the recruitment agencies. None of them ever called. Until one day, my phone rang. “Chastity,” I said. “Finance Angels,” a woman said. “You were looking for a temporary role?” “Yes,” I said, my heart beating faster. “I do have something, but it’s a bit unusual. How flexible can you be?” “How do you mean?” “We’ve got a role here for a maid.” “What?” I was confused. “How’s that a financial job?” “It’s at the mansion of Sir John Kent.” I gasped. Any job at the home of the country’s most successful financier and billionaire had to be worth taking, no matter how menial. “Exactly,” the agent said. “He runs his private office from the mansion, so maybe you’ll have an opportunity to meet him and make a good impression. Perhaps land yourself an internship. Who knows?” “I’ll take it,” I said. “Good for you. Just one thing. You’ll need to have a brief video interview with the office manager, Claudia.” We set up the interview for that afternoon and I put my laptop on the dining table in the little apartment I was sharing with a couple of friends from university. The video call came through right on time. Claudia introduced herself. She was an attractive woman in her early thirties with good cheekbones. Her blond hair was pulled back quite tightly and she had an almost severe manner about her. “Tell me about yourself,” she said. She looked at me quite intently, even over the video chat. It felt more like a police questioning than a regular job interview. Despite my nerves, I managed to get through an explanation about who I was, what I had done at university and something about my dreams of working in finance. “That’s fine,” Claudia said, though with the tone of someone who was not much impressed. “Now I want you to stand back from the laptop and let me see all of you.” “Yes,” I said, slightly puzzled. I moved back into the room to where the video camera would show me fully. “Turn around,” Claudia said. I did as she told me. “You’re acceptable enough,” she said, from the laptop. “I’ll email you details of how to get to the mansion and where the staff entrance is. One more thing.” “Yes?” “You’ll need to buy yourself a maid’s outfit. The old fashioned style. Sir John is very particular about that kind of thing. No stockings. And black high heels.” “Where would I get the outfit from?” “There’s a specialist shop. I’ll email that too. Be at the office at nine sharp and I’ll tell you what your duties are going to be.” I got Claudia’s email and rushed off to find the shop for the uniform. It was available just as she had said. The traditional maid’s outfit of a little black and white dress. I tried it on as soon as I got back to the apartment. It felt strange, being so short and not wearing stockings. But if that was what my new billionaire boss demanded, that was what he was going to get. Even though I had set my alarm early, somehow the next morning was a frantic rush. I suddenly realised that my best underwear was in the washing machine. All that was clean was an old pair of panties. It was far from ideal, but it would have to do. It was not like anybody was going to see them. I put on a long coat to hide the maid’s uniform and set out for my thrilling new job. I was almost trembling with excitement when I arrived at the mansion. It was vast and pure white. Following Claudia’s instructions, I found the staff entrance and was let in. I went through a maze of corridors and found the office. I entered and walked awkwardly through the thick carpet in my high heels to Claudia’s desk. The other staff glanced in my direction and I recognised some of them from their photos on the About Us page of Sir John’s corporate Web site. There was Craig, who was a laddish type, and was in accounts. Susie, the bubbly assistant office manager. Helena, who had a PR kind of role. Dan, the IT guru. In his personal room, separated from the staff by a glass wall, there was Sir John in person, looking intently at his computer. He was younger looking than I expected, after seeing him so many times on television. Only a few grey hairs betrayed that he was in his fifties. It was a warm day and he had rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his muscular arms. I could hardly believe I was so close to a real life billionaire. A man who could change my entire future. Claudia showed me where to hang my coat. When I returned to her desk, I glimpsed Craig and Dan eyeing me up, in my skimpy maid’s outfit. I ignored them. “Welcome to the team,” Claudia said, though not in the most welcoming tone of voice. “Here’s your contract. Read it and then sign.” I skimmed the four or five single-spaced pages of legal jargon as fast as possible and signed at once without any questions. “Let me go over your duties.” She rattled through an explanation of what I would be doing on a daily basis. Mainly, it was hoovering the mansion from top to bottom and general tidying. It was an enormous home with numerous bedrooms, living, dining and reception rooms, a swimming pool, cinema and even an art gallery. It was hard to keep track of all the details, but I was sure I would remember the main points. “Off you go,” Claudia said. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you on the security cameras. But if there’s anything you need to know, use this.” She handed me a phone. “It has everyone’s number pre-programmed.” I found the cupboard for the vacuum cleaner and went to the top floor to start work. I was so excited I wanted to jump up and down and dance around, but knowing I was in Claudia’s sight, I just got on with it quietly. There was nothing to it. Being a maid was no different from cleaning at home. The bedrooms hardly seemed to need the attention, but anyway I made sure I did everything carefully and thoroughly. I went on, through room after room, floor by floor. Finally, I came to a room on the ground floor that seemed to be almost empty. I had no idea what it was for. But it was unusual in one way. There were a few piles of dust in the corners. They looked funny, too. As if they were tiny people and animals. Anyway, I thought, at least there was something to clean up, at last. I made sure that I got right into every corner and in a few minutes, all the dust was gone. It looked lovely. The phone rang. It was Claudia and I answered at once. “What the hell have you done?” Claudia shouted. I almost jumped out of my skin in fright. “I... I’m hoovering,” I said, stumbling over a simple reply. “You idiot,” she shouted again. “You’re in the art gallery. I told you specifically to stay out of there. You’ve just destroyed a fortune in irreplaceable artworks. Get back to me right now.” The phone went dead. I dropped the hoover and ran back to the office as fast as I could in high heels, clacking along the marble floors. There was sickening feeling in my stomach. Claudia intercepted me the moment I set foot inside the office. “Stand there,” she hissed, pointing to the centre of the room. She stalked off, knocked on the door to Sir John’s personal room and immediately let herself in. I waited there in agony, keenly aware that all the other staff were looking at me, but only from the corners of their eyes. Craig was sharing a particular kind of expression with Susie. She rolled her eyes in response. They were obviously discussing me and my incredibly stupid mistake, without saying so much as a single word. I felt even more embarrassed to know that I was the focus of everyone’s attention as they pretended to carry on with their work. Claudia was talking to Sir John. With the door shut, I could not hear what they were saying. But their conversation was becoming increasingly animated. Finally, they both turned and glared straight at me. I felt like their eyes had pieced right through me. Claudia emerged from Sir John’s office and came directly over to me. “Sir John’s absolutely appalled at your negligent behaviour,” she said. “How could anyone be so utterly ignorant not to recognise a multimillion artwork is beyond belief. Let alone vandalise it.” “I am so terribly, terribly sorry,” I said, in a faint whisper. “And so you should be,” Claudia replied. “In any other job, that would be grounds for instant dismissal. Luckily for you, Sir John is prepared to be lenient. I have no idea why, but he is.” “That’s very kind of him,” I said, immediately relieved, but puzzled, too. Why had Sir John not fired me on the spot? “Considerably kinder than you deserve,” Claudia said, in her most withering tone, while looking me up and down. Her nose contorted itself into a sneer. “Shall I go back to work?” I said. I was desperate for the whole dreadful scene to come to an end and for me to stop being the object of everyone’s attention. “No” Claudia said. “You will be staying on as a maid. But your thoughtless destruction of a masterpiece of modern art requires some...” She paused. Then said, “Retribution.” I did not understand...