Marian Wintergreen looked assured and positive in her two-piece Houndstooth short jacket and body con short skirt. The two-button top had little effect in hiding her braless bosom, and the knee-length skirt rode up to display her black thigh-high stockings with the lace trim as she rested her backside on the edge of her desk.

"Thank you, gentlemen. You may leave. But remain outside the door and let nobody enter. OR leave."

The two burly security guards in their green uniforms nodded and left the clinical-looking office. Mrs. Wintergreen took a quick look out the window at the skyline of London. Her office was on the twentieth floor of 20 Fenchurch Street in the commercial skyscraper in the City's historic area. The building is nicknamed 'The Walkie-Talkie' because of its distinctive shape, which is said to resemble a two-way radio handset. The 38-story building was finished in 2014 and was designed by architect Rafael Viñoly and cost over £200 million, A bar and restaurants are included on the 35th, 36th, and 37th floors and are open to the public. Without turning, the steely HoD spoke in a stony voice.

"Robertson, Simms, and Fletcher. Three thorns in my side. We have a problem, gentlemen, and I will not rest until I have the man responsible."

She let out a sigh and turned to face the three trainee office workers who were seated side by side and looking glum. They looked at each other in turn somewhat bewildered. Oh, they had heard the horror stories of how the forty-two-year-old meted out sadistic retribution for those who got on her wrong side, and she seemingly had approval from the high-ups to do so. There are bosses, and then again, bossy managers. Few, if any, however, managed their staff in the way Mrs. Wintergreen did. The austere woman was well-versed in the arts of discipline, bondage, obedience, and debasement. Her four-inch heels clacked ominously and then were muted when she trod her thick rug by her desk. She turned the monitor of her PC to them so that they could see the several portraits of her with superimposed male appendages spurting semen over her face and bosom.

"I realise that you are all still immature and wet behind the ears, but when you were hired you all showed promise. And now look at you, sitting there like three naughty little boys."

Wintergreen moved around the other side of her mahogany desk and rifled through the top drawer. She retrieved her choice of corrector and held it up for all to see. All three watched as Wintergreen stroked the black riding crop which looked about sixteen inches long with a wrapped leather handle and a big braided cap with a dimpled button. They all jumped as the tall woman suddenly brought the crop down hard on the outside of her right thigh. It made a satisfying crack and she grinned at the men's reaction.

"I've located the PC used to simulate the sordid pictures, and it seems that you," she pointed the tip of the crop at Robertson as she spoke. "And you, and you, were the only culprits who have used that particular computer this week."

She continued to circle the three of them and hissed at them.

"You may have some knowledge of my methods of discipline by now."

Simms started as the crop connected with the back of his chair. The white lights in the above ceiling seemed particularly bright this afternoon. He ran his fingers along the inside of his shirt collar and protested.

"You can't do this! It's against health and safety in the workplace which states there are practices and measures implemented to protect the well-being of employees."

"Bravo, Simms. You're not such an idiot after all. I didn't get where I am today by being ignorant of certain measures in place. The statement really says that an employer, that's me, chum." Wintergreen pressed the tip of the rapier thin crop into the groin of Simms and then gave the top of his left thigh a hard smack. "An employer must suitably assess work-based activities and then implement any appropriate controls to manage the employee."

Her right shoe came up and she dug the stiletto heel into the sensitive part of Fletcher's upper thigh.

"And I use the type of appropriate action. I'm not too fond of misdirected loyalty. In this case, it means you have no loyalty to the company or me. If to anybody, you bow and scrape to ME. Am I, not your boss? I have but two options for those employees who see fit as disloyal. They are fired or I correct them. Now, you are earning a nice wage here in London, and I dare say you would not find suitable work for some considerable time if I say the word. There is the door, gents."

Marian used the crop to point at the door, but they all stayed seated.

"Just what I expected. So, which one of you doctored my pictures? Anyone? No? So be it. All eyes were on the leggy MILF as she unbuttoned her jacket and removed it, folding it neatly and draping it over her chair. Her awesome boobs bounced free, pliant, and firm, as she then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her heels.

"You disappoint me, you really do."

The virile young men stirred in their chairs as they leered at the semi-naked female left in her skimpy panties and black silk stockings.

"Er, Mrs. Wintergreen? Why have you undressed?"

The fiery vixen ignored Robertson as she sashayed erotically across the room with her rear end wagging behind her. Her underwear rode up her crack so that the hillocks of her bottom were totally uncovered.

"For the same reason you are about to. Stand up, Robertson." The twenty-year-old did so and tried to hide his burgeoning stiff. "And now remove your shirt."

"What? Why? Come on!"

"Do it!"

He hesitantly stripped to the waist and Marian ran her eye over his almost boyish torso with the subtle rounded curves of muscle and the wiry pelt on his chest and belly. He had a deep navel spilling dark hair downwards. Robertson wiped the beading sweat from his brow as the bared MILF came nose to nose with him.

"Next," she ordered, and Simms got up and did the same.

Wintergreen moved down the line and pointed her crop at Fletcher. He too rose out of his seat and bared his chest. The last was taller than her even in her heels and she nodded in approval at his well-defined pecs augmented by the wide breadth of his shoulders. To Marian, he represented a fine sight.

"Work out, do you?"

"Yeah, oh, fuck!"

He reacted to a crack of the riding whip on his left bicep.

"Yes, Mrs. Wintergreen. Say it."

"Yes, Mrs. Wintergreen."

"Now, we're getting down to the nitty-gritty. Does anyone have anything to share with the rest of us?" All three looked straight ahead in silence. "Actually, I'm glad you're all pathetic. Things have been a bit boring here of late. Fletcher, drop your strides."

"And if I don't want, ho!"

Another crack on his arm made him realise who called the shots. He looked at the stern-faced dominatrix and her heaving tits and quickly unbuttoned his trousers. He was now denuded bar his tight briefs which housed his considerable package. With her eyes fixed on his, Marian dragged his underwear down to reveal his sizeable semi-erection.

"You as well," she nodded to the other two shaking specimens.

All three were suddenly very naked and exposed, with their cocks jutting up in the air for her to see.

"Hands at your sides," said their boss sternly with her hands on her hips. 

Marian stood before the fair-haired Simms brought the crop gently up under his scrotum and bounced his balls up and down a few times. His dick stiffened to full hardness as a result. Then, she came behind Robertson and ran the end of the weapon up and down the crack of his buttocks. She probed his anus a couple of times and he hissed and gulped.

They all trembled from mixed emotions and none of them could make sense of all that was happening. In less than ten minutes they had removed all of their clothing and stood naked before an equally unclothed mistress. Marian looked at all three and then confronted Fletcher. Her well-manicured fingernail traced the contour of his pecs and lingered on his nipples. She chuckled as she ran the same nail around the generous shaft of his pecker.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why not? There's no point in looking outraged, really it's your own fault."

She went to Simms and spent a little time exploring his arm muscles, the soft skin of his belly, and of course, his rampant hard-on.

"I want you all to bend over my desk at the waist and bow your heads."

They reluctantly complied and Simms was the first to have his taut buttocks taken in Wintergreen's hands and tweaked. He could feel the cleft between his cheeks widen as he felt his sphincter open and close in time with his rapid heartbeat. In his detached frame of mind, Robertson pushed his hips forward in a mime of fucking as he pricked up his ears. Fletcher just shook his head.

"I can't believe we are doing this," he muttered.

"Is this going to hurt?" Simms asked.

"Of course, it’ll hurt, otherwise what’s the point?"

With their eyes lowered to the rug, Marian had her moment of glory. In her years as a practiced Domme, she was in her prime, and with no warning, she swung her right arm back and up and hit all three hard in turn. Robertson cried out and his head and upper body jerked up.

"Get that head back down!" she barked.

She began whacking them in a steady rhythm, landing blows swiftly and accurately on each set of nates. They all clenched as they felt the burn build. When she stopped hitting them each a dozen times, she strutted behind them to admire her handiwork. Again she approached Simms and brought the crop on his nicely presented arse. The leather created a pleasing dull thud and Marian smiled. As the pain rippled through his nether regions she moved her hand back to rub his freshly spanked buttocks.

"Well done, boys. No tears. What a group of grown-ups you are. And so loyal." She bent over Simms and whispered. "I bet it was you."

The naked minx moved around behind him and began laying strokes with the crop on the backs of his thighs and across his tender bum. Next, she concentrated on her favourite, Fletcher, and swatted his bottom a half dozen times. His boner bobbed in front of him as the rush of blood to his lower body fuelled his erect state.

"It’s not the just whip itself that I enjoy," said Wintergreen, staring at three blushing backsides. "But having you all stripped and compliant.

She grabbed Fletcher's dick and squeezed it in the palm of her hand. It felt hard and hot and she sighed as she felt her pussy moisten.

"When you are bare and defenceless," she continued, "the only dignity you have is to endure the punishment. With the grim hope that you are rewarded eventually."

Marian took the cock of Simms and he was surprised at the way his unruly organ stiffened so maddingly. It was ridiculous! He was turned on big time. Stripped off and chastised he sported a most fearsome erection. The truth was that the leggy Domme was an expert at dishing out a mixture of trepidation and excitement in her drastic measures. Again and again, the crop swished through the air and struck them on the rear. She struck each four times rapidly and then ceased.

"Have any of you been fucked in the poop chute? Don't bother to answer, it's a rhetorical question. And keep those heads down!"

Each of the three bent-over culprits gasped when they reacted to having some lotion applied to their bum cracks. Her slick index finger probed and wiggled inside each humiliated trainee for a full minute. Then they saw out of the corners of their eyes, the stark bollock naked bitch wearing a kind of black harness that was strapped to her hips and upper thighs. Sticking straight out of the middle at her crotch level was a dido. A six-inch fake cock with realistic flesh colouring and ridges on the shaft. She grinned as she coated the sex toy with some lubricating lotion.

"This is your last chance to own up, boys."

Wintergreen tottered behind Robertson and he shook on his feet as the tip of the plastic dildo pressed hard against his sphincter. She widened his stance with her right heel and spread his cheeks with one hand. The end of the dildo pressed against the ring of his and the well-oiled toy slipped through the sphincter. As she began to peg him, she grabbed his cock and jerked it. As she drew in and out of his slippery bum hole, she wanked him off at the same time. Robertson had never felt the like and the memory of his spanking faded.

"I wish sometimes that I had a cock, just to know what you guys feel when fucking. How am I doing, boy? I've got the pelvic roll and everything."

Sweat ran down his spine as he was well-buggered by the Domme. The lubricant worked deeper into him and the penetration went fairly smoothly. Marian began to move faster as Robertson rocked on the balls of his feet. Satisfied for now, she moved behind Simms. She took hold of his waist and shoved him into his shitter. The dildo slid in and out and he made low groans as he bore the brunt of her long, drawn-out strokes. As she fucked him anally, Simms fucked air as his rampant dick bobbed in front of his bent-over form.

"Such fun! Get ready, Fletcher."

The tall fellow gulped as he retained his position. However, when Wintergreen withdrew her slick dildo from Simms, she rolled Fletcher back onto the edge of the mahogany desk. She lifted his legs up and bent them at the knee so that he was in a ball-like shape on his back. He kept his hands behind his head as she lifted his bottom to her liking. His cock rested on his belly and his anus was in a perfect position for her to feed him the sex toy. Clammy sweat oiled his crack as she penetrated him with a pelvic thrust. His bum hole duly opened wide as she guided the dildo into the valley of his buttocks. She intentionally rammed in hard, loving the tightness of the sphincter, and playing on his embarrassment. She reached for his aching erection and rubbed it up and down. He tried to fuck her fist as the wanton bitch piston fucked his anus.

"Enough of this shit!"

Robertson and Simms had grown balls and the fair-haired one dragged Mrs. Wintergreen up by her hair and she had no option but to go where he desired. He forced her to fold forward onto the rug by hooking her right hand behind her back. The dildo pointed down beneath her as he pressed into her from behind so that his upright pole thrust up between her nether cheeks. The temperature in the office was building now as Robertson stepped over her head and dropped.

"Have a care, gents. Awmm!"

Robertson slapped her left cheek using his dick as a club, and Simms pulled her face up by taking a fistful of her hair. As he mounted her doggy style, the other pushed his cock halfway down her throat. In an about turn, Marian gagged as she was face fucked with venom.

"Suck it hard, cunt!"

Lost in her own untamed lust, the MILF inhaled his masculine scent and sweat and felt her passion rising as her self-control faded. She took him inside her mouth as her hands flattened to the rug. He rocked back and forth, forcing her to take him even deeper. Marian opened her throat and swallowed around him as she lost track of what was happening. The older woman was, for all intents and purposes, being used as a fuck toy for their pleasure.

"Good job, man."

Fletcher patted Simms on the shoulder and the taller one replaced the fair one and began to hump Wintergreen who wobbled on her hands and knees. She inhaled through her nose and bubbles formed in her nostril as she coughed and choked on a thick dick.

Fucking bitch, fucking bitch. THIS is how a man fucks."

Fletcher swatted her upturned rump with both hands as he rocked against her, driving into her balls deep. She was a little taken aback when he pulled out, but she gulped when he rose up a tad and her backside opened to his unexpected intrusion of her puckered starfish.

"And THIS is how we fuck cunts in the bunghole!"

"Oh, my goodness!" she feigned horror but was impressed by the turnaround in the boy's attitude. "I'm all yours!"

Fletcher pressed his hips against her as he filled her back passage, and Marian welcomed the generous length and girth of his hard cock. His hands had moved to her hips, guiding her onto him and holding her in place as he grunted loudly. Simms grabbed her hair and made her turn to him so that he could feed her his slick cock. Fletcher slapped her cheeks and bounced her off his hips again and again. She felt her hole clenching down and around his prick buried inside her ass and felt her spirit soar to the heights she demanded.

"My turn," Robertson roared taking over from Fletcher and immediately driving deeply in and out of her ass. "Fucking cunt deserves it up the ass," he spat angrily. "Cunt! Beg for it!"

Marina smiled inwardly and whimpered in pure ecstasy.

"Oh, please. Fuck me there. Make me your cunt."

Robertson growled and she felt his cock throbbing deep inside her bowels. He filled her nether hole with his cum and then he drifted away. hot spunk. Simms and Fletcher both aimed their dicks at her face and unloaded their goo into her mouth and she swallowed gleefully. All three marvelled at the shamelessness of their HoD as she accepted what they had dished out and had even begged for more.

"You are one nasty slut."

"A real cunt," she agreed as she stood up and regained her composure and authority, albeit with sticky cum on her face. "I trust you will show me some appropriacy in future. I'm sure I won't have to demonstrate my particular type of correction in the near future. Now go. Oh, Fletcher? Stay behind a moment."

Simms and Robertson got dressed quickly and left with their hands rubbing their sorry backsides. Mrs. Wintergreen pressed a buzzer on her desk and spoke.

"Two to come out, gentlemen," she told the security waiting outside the door.

Fletcher dressed also and Marian unhooked the harness and used a Kleenex to wipe her face and anus. She stood tall with her hands on her hips and pointed to the discarded riding crop.

"I always knew you were the guilty party, Fletcher. And as I fell down on the job I need due chastisement. Pick up the crop and give a dozen spanks on the bottom."

With a mischievous grin, Mrs. Wintergreen stood facing her desk with her heels firmly planted wide and her hands on the surface. She lifted her derriere and waited patiently. The swish of the crop cut through the air gave her the frisson of a thrill and her loins tingled like mad.

"Good start. Now..."

END