My boss punished me on the train on the way to the meeting

I was traveling with Solange by train. It was so like her to choose that slow way of letting time slip by, as if she lived inside a black-and-white film from the forties, playing an elegant spy crossing half of Europe with a secret sewn into her coat lining.

Solange was an imposing woman. Impeccable manicure, ash-blond hair cut in a straight line at jaw level, big eyes under penciled brows, nails and lips painted a dark red that extended just beyond the natural edge so they looked fuller. She always wore tailored suits, skirts that emphasized her hips, fitted jackets that accentuated her figure. Beneath the gauze of her blouses, more could be guessed than seen: high, firm breasts, squeezed into lace bras that showed through whenever the light hit her from the side.

Most people considered her haughty. To me she seemed dazzling, so much so that I lived trapped in her orbit, subdued by her presence without ever having fully decided to be. All it took was one look at her red mouth for my cunt to start wetting my panties.

I was her secretary, although for a long time I had been something more. Colleagues, yes, but each of us in our exact place. When I disappointed her, she corrected me with a long, heavy wooden ruler she kept at the bottom of her black leather bag, the way other women keep a handkerchief. And when she finished punishing me, she would often slip two fingers into my cunt and fuck me with the same precision with which she wielded that ruler.

—This work is a botch job —she said softly, handing back the stack of papers I had prepared for her before we left.

We were sitting side by side in the panoramic car, watching the landscape dim before we moved on to the dining car.

—I didn’t have much time —I explained, already knowing no explanation would move her opinion one millimeter.

—I’m afraid, darling, we’ll have to redo it tonight. But first you’ve earned yourself some smacks. We’ll deal with that right now.

—Yes, ma’am —I replied.

—Take my bag to the compartment and wait for me.

She held my gaze with that arrogant air of hers and stroked my cheek with the back of her hand.

—You still haven’t healed from the last punishment, have you? —she hinted, pretending to pity me.

—No, ma’am.

—Maybe it’s best if you keep the bruises. Go on and get ready.

She was tender and ruthless at the same time, and that mixture hypnotized me. She preferred to punish me in lingerie, in pieces she bought me herself: seamed stockings just like her own, held up by the garters of an old-fashioned corset with firm stays that cinched my waist until I could hardly breathe. The one I wore that day squeezed my torso and ended just below my breasts, leaving the flesh exposed, and below that the garters framed the rest of me, leaving my cunt and ass bare, offered up to whatever she wanted to do to them.

***

I took off my dress and carefully hung it in the tiny wardrobe in the compartment. Then I took off my underwear. I stayed in my heels and choker. Solange liked how that choker looked on me; she had decided it would remind me of my place, just like the corsets. I agreed, because everything she made me do felt rewarding in a way I couldn’t explain.

I looked at myself in the mirror and blushed. When I turned, I saw two small bruises from the week before, just beginning to yellow. There would be more before the afternoon was over. I shivered. I slid my hand between my thighs almost without thinking and found I was already wet, that my cunt was gushing just from thinking about what was coming. Will she take some time for us afterward? I thought, and I knew I would be grateful for it. I closed the wardrobe and kept going with the preparations. I didn’t dare show up without being ready; nothing enraged her so much.

I found the ruler in its usual place, at the bottom of the bag. I sat with it on my lap, knowing minutes or hours could pass. Everything about Solange was premeditated, even making me wait. Luckily, that time she didn’t take long, and when the door opened I stood up to receive her, as always.

—Nadia —she said sharply—, stay in the corner. I’m changing for dinner.

—Yes, ma’am —I answered, turning until my nose was pressed against the corner of the wall, like a child in penance.

I heard her rummaging in the wardrobe, recognized every sound of the process of changing clothes: the zipper of the dress, the rustle of silk sliding down her hips, the snap of new garters against the upper part of her thighs. My skin prickled as I imagined her in panties and bra behind my back, knowing I couldn’t turn to look at her.

—Look at me —she ordered when she was done.

I obeyed. Her haughty eyes were fixed on me.

—I expect perfection in your work, Nadia. If I have to reprimand you daily for your bad habits, I will.

—I’m very sorry, ma’am.

—I imagine so. —She sat down.— Now come here.

The compartment was narrow, but there were still a few steps between us. I crossed them quickly so as not to anger her further. She stroked one thigh slowly without taking her eyes off me, and with her fingers she just barely brushed the edge of my cunt, checking how soaked I already was.

—Just look at you, you filthy thing —she murmured, showing me her shiny fingers—. I haven’t even touched you and your cunt is already dripping. Suck them.

I opened my mouth and she pushed both fingers in as far as my throat. She made me lick them clean, taste my own fluid, while she pinned me with that owner’s gaze.

—Such a shame to have to mark this —she commented, withdrawing her fingers and going back to stroking the skin of my thigh.

She was smiling, but her smile was as false as her pity. I knew she was dying for the ruler to fly, and so was I, not because of the pain but because of the peculiar way her attention settled on me then.

She bent me over her lap in one quick motion. My arms and head hung toward the floor, because she liked to have my buttocks and upper thighs right in front of her eyes. In that position my cunt opened on its own, exposed between the garters, and I knew she could see it. I had never seen her raise her arm before a blow, but I could imagine the force with which she did it.

The ruler came down and I shuddered at once.

—Ah, no! —I murmured through clenched teeth.

—Silence! —she ordered—. If you’d rather do this in the corridor, where everyone can see and hear you, I can arrange that.

The train roared as it surged forward, and even so I tried to swallow my cries, aware that any noise could rise above the rattling.

The ruler descended on me half a dozen times, stinging blows that made me scream inwardly. The edge was sharp enough to leave lines that would last for days. When she was done with the fleshiest part, she gradually worked her way down to begin punishing the tops of my thighs.

—For God’s sake! —I moaned again.

My body twisted on her lap as if movement might ease me, but the effect was the opposite: the ruler fell at strange angles that made my skin burn even more. To top it off, Solange concentrated half a dozen blows on the spot where the pain was most intense, and a cry escaped me that would have been heard from the corridor.

—There —she said suddenly.

I knew she had let go of the ruler because her hand was kneading my sore ass. Those caresses brought other memories at once, the times when a punishment turned into something else. She touched me between my legs, where I was wet and hot. She slid two fingers over the lips of my cunt and sank them without warning all the way to the knuckles, tearing a long gasp from me.

—Look at you —she whispered—. All punished and still your cunt opens like a flower. You love it, don’t you, slut?

—Yes, ma’am —I moaned, and the words caught in my throat when she started fucking me with her fingers, going in and out slowly, very slowly, so I could feel every inch.

With her thumb she tested my swollen clit and squeezed it, drawing precise circles that made my whole body shake over her lap. I opened my legs wider, searching for more of her fingers, begging with my hips.

—Stay still —she ordered, and she gave my scorched ass a sharp slap that made me howl—. You come when I say so.

She kept working me slowly, pulling her fingers out of my flow to smear them over my ass, tracing circles around that tight hole, threatening to put them there too. Then she returned to my cunt, deeper, curving her fingers until she found the exact spot that made me clamp my thighs together and sob.

I felt the orgasm rising like a wave, my ass skin burning, my clit throbbing under her thumb, and just as I was about to explode she yanked her hand away.

—Maybe tonight we’ll enjoy our company a little longer —she suggested, sucking her soaked fingers in front of me—. For now you stay like that, wanting. You’ve earned it.

Then she helped me stand. I was trembling, my cunt throbbing with need, feeling the wetness sliding down the inside of my thigh.

—Now get dressed, the green sweater, and come have dinner with me.

As I left, the only thing I could think about was finishing what her hand had started. Even though I knew that too was under her control.

***

I dressed quickly, though I made sure to do my hair properly, touch up my makeup, and check that no trace of the last half hour showed beneath my skirt. The redness was fading, but several marks would remain for a while. I put on a cold cream and went down to the dining car, blushing from that strange satisfaction that always followed a punishment, and with my cunt still throbbing between my legs, soaking the new panties I had put on.

Solange was seated across from another woman, just as elegant and composed as she was. She introduced us.

—Renata is traveling to the same destination as us —she said.

—I see —I replied, taking my seat beside Solange.

I’m sure I grimaced when I sat down. Renata noticed.

—Nadia has just been punished for doing her work badly, and now she’s paying the consequences, aren’t you, darling? —Solange explained.

I smiled, feeling the flush climb all the way to my ears.

—I’d like to try that method with some of my girls —Renata commented, not the least bit surprised.

It was very much like Solange to boast about my situation to certain people; she wanted them to know about our relationship, at least that part of it. I suppose it gave her a sense of power. It made me feel even more submissive, though at her side I didn’t care much what she said.

—Some need more discipline than others —Solange continued—. Have you never tried this method?

—Unfortunately, no —Renata admitted.

—It’s a pity you didn’t get to see Nadia over my lap a little while ago. With her panties down, her cunt dripping, coming almost on its own from the friction of the ruler. You’d surely pick up good ideas. Wouldn’t you, darling?

—Yes, ma’am —I answered, my cheeks burning.

Renata smiled, as if she truly regretted having missed the show. Under the tablecloth, I suddenly felt Solange’s hand climbing up my thigh and slipping between my legs. With two fingers she pulled aside the fabric of my panties and touched my cunt directly, checking how wet I still was. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

—By the way, that choker is gorgeous —Renata observed.

—Isn’t it? —Solange replied, not stopping her caresses underneath—. It’s a good reminder.

No more needed to be said; her eyes said everything. I blushed even harder, squeezing my thighs around her hand, trying to keep my face calm while she slid one finger in and out of my cunt, very slowly, hidden by the white tablecloth. When I finished dinner, she pulled her hand away, wiped it on her napkin as if nothing had happened, and sent me back to the compartment to redo the work. It took me several hours and I fell asleep disappointed not to see her again that night, my hand between my legs, touching myself without permission, asleep before I could manage to come.

***

The next morning, when we arrived in the city, we checked into an old, beautiful hotel, one of Solange’s favorites. She had business with a company downtown, and after freshening up we took a taxi there.

—How’s your ass holding up? —she whispered in my ear as we went along.

—It hurts, ma’am, and you were right: there are several visible marks.

—Good —she replied—. And there may be more if your work is not satisfactory. This meeting is important and I won’t tolerate mistakes.

I rarely saw her nervous, but that morning I sensed her tension. I crossed my fingers that I had corrected every error, that nothing would betray me in front of strangers.

When we arrived, Renata received us, to my surprise.

—Isn’t it nice to know we have an ally in here? —Solange said, stroking my back.

—Yes, ma’am —I replied, though she was already focused on the boardroom where the meeting was going to be held.

Things went well for a few hours. But after lunch, when they asked me to clarify some doubtful figures, I understood with horror that I was in trouble again.

—Nadia —Solange said sternly—, I thought you’d taken care of this.

She said it in front of everyone, six imposing faces turned toward me, and my face burned at once.

—I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know what happened. If you’ll allow me a moment…

Before I could go on, Renata came to my defense.

—I think we can sort it out, Solange. It’s not as bad as it seems. Let’s go to my office and see how to fix it.

Solange seemed relieved, but I knew that, despite the kind words, I was still in trouble. The two of them withdrew and, while the others left the room, I was left alone, brooding over my fate. I had no doubt: the ruler would fly again, and only a day had passed. I knew another punishment on top of the last would be terrible. Even so, I was intrigued by the coincidence of Renata having traveled on the same train the night before. I wondered whether it was chance or whether there was something more behind such perfect luck.

Two hours later, when the two women came out of the office, they were smiling brilliantly.

—It seems everything went very well —Solange told me, pleased.

There was no sign of anger, and that calmed me. The relief didn’t last long.

—And the other matter? —Renata asked.

—Ah, yes, the other matter —Solange remembered—. We can deal with it now or wait until after dinner.

—I’m a little eager, better not wait —Renata said, arching her brows conspiratorially.

I couldn’t believe how much she resembled Solange, the same arrogance, the same self-command, the same cold beauty. Without another word, Solange turned to me.

—Nadia.

I stood and followed them to Renata’s office.

—Darling, I suppose you understand your mistakes cannot go unpunished —Solange said—. Renata and I have discussed it, and we think the fair thing is for you to receive your punishment in front of her. Not only will it be a reasonable correction, but she will also get to witness a full one.

It took me a moment to answer. What was a stroke of luck for Solange horrified me. I didn’t mind her discussing my punishments with other people, but she had never punished me in front of anyone. I had always felt it was something private between the two of us, and I didn’t know how to handle sharing it with a near stranger.

Noticing my hesitation, she came closer and put an arm around my waist in an affectionate gesture. With her other hand she brushed my fringe off my forehead.

—You can handle this, Nadia —she whispered—. Think how good it will feel for both of us, especially afterward.

She was right; there was something tempting about it. We usually thought alike about these things, each in our own way.

—Besides, you won’t even notice she’s there. You’ll be too absorbed in your own pain.

I didn’t need convincing; I was bound by the agreements we had sealed long ago. I would do whatever she wanted. Still, I appreciated the effort to calm me, which reminded me how close our relationship had become over these two years.

She found a chair to her liking, placed it where she wanted, and told me to stand in front of her. Renata remained behind me, watching.

—Take off your dress —she ordered.

I lifted the hem and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I was left only in the corset, stockings, heels, and choker. The black lace panties outlined my cunt, already darkened by a patch of dampness I had no way of hiding. I was glad not to be facing Renata.

—You should be able to see her marks —Solange informed her.

—Yes, I can see them —she replied—. I’m surprised how clear they are.

—A good submissive wears them with pride. Nadia has always endured her punishments very well. And look —she added, hooking a finger in the elastic of my panties and yanking them down to my knees—, look how obvious it is that she likes it. She’s soaked.

I felt the cool air between my legs and my cheeks burning with shame at knowing Renata could see everything, the wet cunt, the wet hairs, the glossy thighs.

—Beautiful —Renata murmured behind me—. What a beautifully shaved cunt, and how it shines.

Since I couldn’t see her face, I didn’t know how she reacted to the rest, but I heard her take a step closer. I felt her hand brush my bare hip before withdrawing.

—Over my knees —Solange ordered, changing tone at once.

I obeyed immediately. I cast a quick glance at Renata and looked away, embarrassed that someone else was witnessing something so intimate. Solange passed the ruler softly over my ass and my whole body tensed for what was coming. I wanted and feared it in equal measure. I knew that in that position, with my panties at my knees and my ass raised, Renata could see my cunt open, my swollen lips, the shiny hole between my cheeks.

This time she whipped me quickly, one blow after another, without pause to breathe. I endured in silence, save for a few pitiful moans, but as the punishment grew my voice rose higher. When she finally stopped, I was bathed in tears, sobbing without sound. And despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, I felt my cunt hotter and wetter than ever, throbbing between my legs, searching for something to fill it.

—What a lovely red —Renata commented—. And what a hungry cunt. Look how it tightens.

—Isn’t it just? —Solange agreed—. Would you like to try?

—Of course.

And just like that, Solange hauled me to my feet and gave her my place. I could hardly believe what was happening. I ended up draped over Renata’s lap just as I had so many times over Solange’s. I expected to notice some difference, but it felt exactly the same. Like Solange, she took her time, found the same fevered rhythm, and wielded the ruler with considerable force.

She had barely landed a couple of blows before I was sobbing again, twisting in search of relief that didn’t exist. But she, like Solange, knew exactly what to do: she held me firmly by the waist with her free arm and kept going. She covered every inch of my ass, made sure the ruler bit into the tops of my thighs, where I was most sensitive, and showed no mercy to the small bruises my lover had left me the day before. That double punishment was becoming one of the worst of my life.

When she finally let the ruler drop to the floor, she did not let go of me. Instead she slid her hand between my legs and palpated my cunt brazenly, sinking two fingers deep. I jumped and let out a long moan.

—She’s dripping, Solange —she reported, withdrawing her fingers and showing them, shiny and sticky—. After all that, the little slut’s cunt is a puddle.

—I told you she liked it —Solange replied, proudly.

—May I? —Renata asked, and though I didn’t see the gesture, I knew Solange nodded because her fingers sank into me again, this time three of them, opening me up, fucking me without ceremony over her lap.

—Please —I moaned, not quite sure what I was asking for.

—Be quiet —Renata ordered, and with her other hand she slapped my scorched ass, making me howl. Then she kept sliding her fingers into me, deeper each time, faster each time, the wet sound of my cunt filling the office.

I felt Solange’s hand stroking my hair, sweeping it away from my tear-soaked face.

—Spread her ass, Nadia —she whispered—. Show Renata everything properly.

With trembling hands I brought both to my burning buttocks and pulled them apart, opening myself fully. Renata gave a low purr and pulled her fingers out of my cunt to drag them, soaked in my flow, to the tight hole of my ass. She rubbed there slowly, slippery, pressing the tip against me without quite going in.

—Another day, maybe —she murmured—. Today I only look.

She went back to my cunt and pushed three fingers in to the knuckles, curling them, searching for that spot Solange knew so well and that she found at once. My whole body jolted. Meanwhile Solange crouched at my side and trapped one nipple between her fingers, twisting it beneath the corset until she made me cry again, this time from pure pleasure.

—You can come —Solange said in my ear—. Come for us, my slut.

That order was enough. The orgasm tore through me all at once, wild, on the lap of a stranger, with that woman’s fingers buried inside me and Solange’s fingers tormenting my nipple. I screamed without caring who might hear on the other side of the door. My cunt clenched in spasms around Renata’s hand, gushing over her expensive skirt, and my legs kept trembling long after the pleasure had receded.

When it finally ended, I remained lying there for a while, until Solange’s gentle hands lifted me up. I found comfort in her tenderness, as always. Renata wiped her fingers on a handkerchief and smiled, satisfied, without the slightest shame.

—I hope you’ve learned your lesson —Solange declared.

—Yes, ma’am —I replied, my voice hoarse.

—So have I —Renata said, a gleam in her eyes—. You’ve both given me a great deal to think about. And next time, I promise to bring my own ruler.

As I left the office, tugging my panties back up over my scorched ass with clumsy fingers, I couldn’t help thinking about the young secretary waiting in the anteroom and everything that lay ahead for her.

—Let’s go to dinner —Solange said—, and then I’ll be able to soothe this burning and these raw patches. And something else too, if you behave.

She was stroking my sore buttocks and I shivered. Her lips were very near mine, and I accepted her kiss. Our tongues brushed for only an instant, and in that second I could have melted in her arms. I comforted myself with the knowledge that we would spend the whole night together in the hotel bed, and the entire next day locked in the train compartment, with the ruler in her bag and her fingers between my legs whenever she wanted them.

***