It was my first internship. I was 18 years old, fresh out of high school, working at an internship at a notably successful finance company, not too far from my hometown.
Upon starting, I quickly realized that there were no other women in the office. The office was comprised of men, and misogynistic ones at that. Even when I wore appropriate-lengthen skirts, and tops that fully covered my DD boobs, I'd hear men in the office making jokes and objectifying my body.
I had been saving myself for marriage and found these comments scary and also offensive, but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself by complaining. I tried my best to just ignore them.
On top of that, my boss, Mr. Hedgeworth, was a real hard ass. Everything had to be done to perfection, as I learned the first day when I put two sweetener packs in his coffee instead of one. And the second day, when I misspelled a word in a task list he asked me to write. Or even on the fourth day when I wore loafers to work instead of heels and he said I "looked like a grandma," and needed to "show off my legs more in this kind professional setting".
When he saw me slouching he'd uncomfortably put his hands on my shoulders, towering over my 5"3 130 lbs. frame, and pull them back, forcing me to stand straighter with my chest out.
It was my fifth day in the office, and it almost seemed like everything was going alright. I stood up straight, and hadn't made any mistakes so far, being extra careful because Mr. Hedgeworth seemed to be in an irritable mood.
The four o'clock meeting rolled around and Mr. Hedgeworth ordered me to get him his second cup of coffee, he always took it black, and with one sweetener. I made the coffee perfectly, and brought it into the conference room, where men from the office sat around as he lectured them. As I walked in, in my flowy black skirt and white blouse, I felt some eyes on me, but most of the men ignored me as I passed through to the end of the table where Mr. Hedgeworth sat.
I don't know how it happened but as I got close, I felt my body lurch forward, sending my coffee onto Mr. Hedgeworth's shirt, his pants, and the carpeted floor.
Mr. Hedgeworth sharply stood up "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Joy" he said, angrily.
The room came to a hush, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. I knew I was in big trouble. I looked up, feeling my cheeks get hot with embarrassment.
"I-I-I'm sorry sir!" I stuttered, frozen, a look of terror on my face.
"You can't do anything right here, can you?" he said, looking at me with his eyes cold and hard. "Did I hire you to be an asset to this company or to spill my coffee over me while I'm trying to hold important meetings?"
I stood there, afraid to even speak, paralyzed.
"Well??" he said, prompting a response.
"T-to be an asset" I said, timidly, my throat tight.
"Get over here" he commanded
"Sir I didn't mean t-" I started.
"NOW!" he demanded
I flinched as he yelled at me, coming closer, scared of him but more scared to disobey him.
He got behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders, turning me towards the room of men, who were all watching intently. I flinched at his touch, my face going red.
"Gentlemen," he started "its little fuck-ups like this girl that are pulling our company behind, don't you think its about time we teach them some discipline?"
My face is red, as I watched them all nod and murmur in agreement. I was naïve and didn't know what he meant by discipline until he swiftly sat down, grabbing my wrist and pulling me over his lap.
I was immediately scared, not sure what was happening, squirming as he held me down with one hand holding my waist tight. With the other, he raised my skirt, as the men gathered closer, getting a view of my bare virgin cunt lips, slightly wedgied between my pristine white panties.
"No Stop!" I begged, trying to squirm out of his strong grasp, I felt his hand fall directly on my ass causing me to squirm and gasp, my ass cheek stinging.
WHAPP WHAPPP WHAPPP the sound of his hand spanking me so hard, causing red welts to form. The crowd of men, came closer to the scene, murmuring and laughing at me.
Despite the pain and humiliation I felt a warm, wet, tingling between my legs. my panties starting to cling more to the shape of my tight virgin cunt, and form a small wet spot. I hoped no one else would notice, but, of course, someone did.
From behind me an employee said "Mr. Hedgeworth, Joy seems to be getting wet!", causing the room to burst into laughter at my pathetic cunt. My cheeks went bright red.
Mr. Hedgeworth grabbed my hair bending my face towards him, his lips inches from my cheek. "Are you enjoying this you little slut?" he said, spitting on my face as he annunciated.
