This story contains non-consent humiliation. If that is not your thing, you're free to seek other stories.
Other things it includes: spanking, humiliation, embarrassment, femdom
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The world works a certain way.
There are people who are at the top of the food chain and there are those who land themselves in the bottom.
Take myself for example. I'm tall, broad shouldered, well built, and a handsome man. I wear perfectly tailored suits and tight shirts that show off my beautiful body. I'm a manager at a cushy office job. When I speak, people listen. I command a room.
Why? Because some people are just inherently better than others. Some people win the genetic lottery and land at the top, and that's how things are supposed to be. The cream rises up, and everything else sinks.
That's how the world should work. Me on the top. Me in control.
And that's how it was until she showed up.
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I saw her for the first time across the hall. She was talking to an employee of mine. I caught her mid-laugh and saw her eyes lock into mine.
There she was. Tall, commanding. Curvaceous in just the right ways. Glasses. Low cut top. A business suit and a clipboard and a tight little skirt.
I knew I wanted her to be mine. But I would come to learn I was meant to be hers.
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I tried to be more commanding. To exert my power and prowess over her. To impress and show how powerful I was. But nothing seemed to work.
She would laugh it off, or seem unimpressed. She'd just toss her hair, or seem annoyed any time I tried to speak. In one case, she walked away in the middle of our conversation, deciding the conversation was over without asking.
My blood was boiling. What was wrong with this woman? Why wasn't she falling into line like everyone else? They loved me. They fell over themselves to impress me. What was wrong with her?
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A few days later, she sat across from my desk. We were alone together in my office. She seemed irritated, almost annoyed we were even having this discussion
"Do you know why I don't respect you?" She finally said after a long back and forth. "It's because I don't see you as a man worthy of respect, I see you more as an unruly boy who needs to learn his place."
My head was spinning. She was wearing a particularly sinful outfit and I couldn't think straight. Long nylon stockings, high heels, the top buttons on her shirt undone. I felt like I was getting tunnel vision, like I couldn't follow any thought to completion. Only what was in front of me mattered.
"I don't know-?"
"Just shut it, ok?" She snapped, cutting me off. "I've had just about enough of your babbling. You need to be put into your place." Her face was so severe, so angry.
She snapped her fingers at me. "Come over here."
I cocked my head in confusion. "I'm not-"
"Now!"
And there I was. Suddenly standing in front of her, stars entering the corners of my vision, a dopey look on my face. I was wearing blue button down and thin black tie that day, an outfit I was particularly proud of.
Her eyes bore holes into my chest. "Did your mother ever spank you?"
Confusion plastered across my face. "What are you-"
"Answer my question," she said. "Did she ever spank you?"
I began to grow a little indignant at this. "No! I never needed it. I don't see how that-"
"Well no wonder you are the way you are!" she said, looking me up and down. "No one's ever held you responsible. Well I'm not having it, mister!" She jabbed her finger onto her lap. "Come here!"
"What? You can't be serious," I said. All the while my head felt fuzzy, and I could feel something growing in my chest. My stomach dropped and I felt something begin to stir within my pants.
She seemed to notice too. "Naughty boy!" She cried out. Then she grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.
I felt myself begin to fall and cried out in shock. She was guiding me down the whole time, forcing me to land on her leg, bending me over her outstretched knee. Before I could react, her hand slammed into my ass causing me to gasp.
Never in my life had I felt such a sensation. I'd seen it happen on tv, but never had I received such abuse my entire life. She pummeled her hand into my ass over and over again, giving me no respite, no time to recover or react in any way besides crying out in anguish.
"I'll do what your mother couldn't!" She yelled at me. "I'll hold you accountable! Punish you the way you deserve to be punished!"
Realization began to dawn on me. She was right. God she was right! Everything in my life had been handed to me. I'd never worked for what I got, and was never punished when I did harm. I thought I was untouchable, unbeatable. And here she was proving me wrong.
Finally she stopped. I was finally able to catch my breath, take in the pain and the stinging sensation radiating off my ass. I prayed it was finally done.
Clearly she had other plans. Clearly she thought she wasn't doing enough damage. Because the next thing I knew, she was grabbing my pants and pulling them to the floor.
And there I was, bent over this woman's knee, my shirt riding up and wearing only my boxer shorts. But that didn't seem to be enough for her because the next thing I knew, she was pulling down the back of my underpants and exposing my ass.
My bare skin finally in the open, she continued to assault my ass. Over and over again she smacked it. I'd let out sharp gasps or groans, but for the most part I let this happen to me in silence.
That was due in part because I didn't want her to know how much I liked this. It was a sensation and a situation I had never experienced and I found myself enjoying it more and more. Here I was, a big strong man, reduced to this: finally being punished for what I'd done. For letting my power go unchecked for so long. I was finally put in my proper place. Punished and spanked for my insolence.
My dick was rock hard at this point. I hoped she hadn't noticed the sensation rubbing against her knee. I could only imagine the punishment I'd receive if she knew. My heart raced at the prospect.
Just as quickly it began, it ended. The spanking stopped, but the pain lingered long after it was done. I lay there, unsure of what to do, waiting to see what would happen next. I was certain my ass was beat red.
Fingers ran themselves through my hair. They grasped tightly onto them, then began to pull them into the air. Wincing, I allowed her to pull me up to my feet and stood to attention in front of her.
