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This is a continuation.  You might want to begin here:  kathryn’s lesson

The next few days passed without event. Kathryn did not hear from or see William. Really, that should not have been surprising. Their paths had rarely crossed before … Kathryn blushed … before the incident.

The incident. That was how Kathryn had chosen to think of it. She could not give a name to her humiliation, could not think of the acts he’d had her commit without giving in to horror. And yet, occasionally, while sitting at her desk, her fingers would still on the keyboard. She’d stare off into space a moment while a tiny portion of the event replayed itself in her mind.

Then she would force it from her consciousness, make herself get back to work. She looked, every day, in every corner of her workspaces for the cameras and monitors she now knew invaded nearly all of the office. William had recorded her breaking in to Shelley’s computer, had every mortifying second of the time spent in his office filed away somewhere for future viewing. It stood to reason he could be watching her now.

Kathryn was right, as it turned out. William was watching her. He watched as she got up from her desk and left her cubicle. His fingers touched a combination of numbers and letters on his keyboard, turning on cameras to follow her progress down the row of workspaces, around the corner into the corridor and into the ladies room. Another quick succession of keystrokes, and he was in the bathroom with her. He watched as she locked the door and stepped up to the sink.

Kathryn looked at herself for a long moment. Then she closed her eyes. When she did, the image she had seen of herself on his monitor invaded. She felt her pussy begin to moisten and pressed her lips together in self-loathing. She opened her eyes and watched her reflection as though it were someone else. Her left hand untucked her blouse, slipped underneath, stole upward, slipped inside her bra. Her fingers, nimble, found the erect bud and squeezed it. She gasped at what she was watching, the hand tweaking and moving under the blouse. She stepped backwards and sat on the toilet, still dressed, tugged up her skirt and spread her legs, her eyes never leaving the reflection.

All she could see now was her head in shoulders in the mirror, but it didn’t matter. Her eyes bored into the identical eyes in the mirror as her right hand found its way into her panties. Two fingers plunged into her pussy then slid back out. This would not be leisurely … no. She needed to come and to come quickly, come hard. She stroked her clit with her middle finger and watched the eyes in the mirror narrow to slits of pleasure. The hand on her nipple pinched harder, the finger on her clit stroked faster and then she lost contact with the Kathryn in the mirror as she threw her head back and convulsed into orgasm, biting her lip to keep from crying out, just in case someone was walking outside in the corridor.

As the last spasm faded, she slumped on the toilet, her hands leaving the pleasure spots they’d just worried. What the hell was she doing? What had happened to her? She was a normal girl with a fairly normal sex life. Not terribly active, at the moment, not since she’d broken up with her boyfriend, but normal, nonetheless. Normal girls did not bring themselves off in the company washroom while thinking of the single most humiliating event of their lifetime.

William adjusted his cock and sat up in his chair. Kathryn was turning out to be a good investment of his time. He opened his email platform and typed two quick emails, keeping one eye on his prey as she straightened herself up and washed her hands. He hit send on the second email as she emerged from the restroom and made her way back to her cubicle. He smiled.

Kathryn nearly ran into Shelley when the girl emerged from her cubicle at a near run. She hadn’t really talked to her since she returned from the quick emergency leave to care for her mother, something Kathryn felt a bit guilty about. She should have sent an email, asked her how she was doing. It just felt … awkward.

Shelley spared Kathryn a brief, apologetic smile before hurrying onward. Kathryn watched her disappear and decided she would go ahead and send the email with an apology for not asking before. She slipped back into her chair and clicked on the email icon, then froze. The inbox, previously empty, now contained one new email. It was from William Llewellen and had no subject line.

She sat there a full five minutes before she worked up the courage to open the email. It was a costly mistake.. As soon as she clicked on it and read it, she groaned. “My office, 3pm. Do not be late.” Kathryn looked at the clock in the lower right hand corner of her screen. 3:02.

With a sigh of resignation, she locked her workstation and walked to the elevator. She was already late. There was no sense hurrying now. That would be her second costly mistake. She became aware of that as soon as she entered his office.

“Close the door, Kathryn.” He held up eight fingers. “That’s how many minutes late you are.”

“I’m sorry, William,” she began, then stopped at the hard glint in his eyes. “I mean, Sir. I was in the washroom when your email arrived….”

He looked at the screen. “You logged back in to your workstation and opened your email platform five minutes before reading my email.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. She didn’t know what else to say.

He looked back at her. “Have you thought about our last meeting, Kathryn?”

She considered lying for a moment, then changed her mind. She had the disquieting thought that he could invade her mind the way he did her workstation, that his cameras found their way inside her very head. Hesitantly, she nodded.

He almost smiled. “How have those thoughts made you feel?”

This was horrible, Kathryn thought. She stood there in front of his desk, feeling like a recalcitrant child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her throat began closing up, to her horror. Tears. She was going to cry. She bit her lip and tried to think of something, anything, to calm her mind. Finally, she stammered, “I don’t know, Sir.”

He shook his head, stood and began unbuckling his belt. “How many minutes late were you, Kathryn?”

She hung her head. “Eight.”

He turned the monitor around so she could see it and pressed a button on the keyboard. An image of Kathryn leaving her cubicle and walking toward the ladies room filled the screen. “Bend forward and put both of your hands on my desk.”

Kathryn did as he asked, her heart pounding as she watched herself disappear into the bathroom. When the screen clicked over to show the inside of the ladies room, she gave in and began crying.

“Watch yourself, Kathryn.” William walked behind her, the belt in his hand. “You’re very beautiful when you come.” He lifted her skirt, slid it up over her ass so that it bunched around her waist. “Eight minutes. I’ll give you a choice.”

She stared at the image on the screen stumbling backwards onto the toilet, one hand up her blouse, the other reaching for her pussy. “A choice, Sir?”

“Yes. Eight minutes or eight strokes of my belt on your ass.”

Kathryn’s knees almost buckled. Eight minutes of what? she wondered. She thought of the hard look in William’s eyes when she’d forgotten to address him respectfully, and decided the eight strokes would be far more painful than she could imagine. “Eight minutes, please, Sir,” she said.

William chuckled. “Very well,” he said. He grasped the hair at the back of her neck and leaned forward. “Watch a moment longer,” he whispered into her ear. “This is the best part.” His teeth found her earlobe and bit down, hard, just as the image on the screen convulsed silently into orgasm. Kathryn gasped.

“You’re going to have to learn to ask permission for such pleasures, Kathryn-slut.” He pulled her upright by her hair and turned her to face the leather sofa at the far end of his office.

Kathryn’s hand flew to her mouth in startled shock. Shelley was on the sofa, completely nude. Her legs were bound, spread, to the armrests and more rope secured her upper torso to the back of the couch. Her arms though, were free, and her fingers were busy at her nipples, twisting and squeezing and tweaking them into hard pink nubbins. She was smiling, and Kathryn suddenly realized that Shelley had never gone to care for her ailing mother. Shelley had set her up.

“Ahh, Kathryn. You’ve figured it out. Such a smart little slut.” William propelled her inexorably forward, then forced her to kneel between Shelley’s spread legs. “That is what you are, you know. A slut. The video from the ladies room proves that.” He pushed Kathryn’s head forward until her face was a mere inch from Shelley’s shaved, wet pussy. The scent of her co-worker’s arousal washed over Kathryn. “You have eight minutes to make Shelley come, or the bathroom tape gets sent to your mother.” He pushed her face into the bound girl’s cunt and let go.

Kathryn recoiled and looked at him once. He stood, impassive, the belt in his hand. Then she turned back to her task and tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked Shelley’s clit. The girl moaned and reached for Kathryn’s head, abandoning her nipples in her greed for satisfaction. Kathryn swallowed hard, once, then allowed Shelley to guide her.

She sucked the girl’s clit into her mouth and began laving it with her tongue. The hands in her hair tightened and moved. Kathryn opened her mouth. Shelley slid Kathryn’s face up and down her slick slit, rubbing her teeth, her nose, her chin, generating friction on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her hole. Kathryn did her best to work her tongue through the slick folds, but there was never a moment when her face was still. She felt Shelley’s juices coating her face, even up into her hairline, as the girl on the couch began grunting and thrusting as best she could.

Kathryn spread her legs so that her pussy was resting on the floor. She tried humping at it in frustration, arousal beginning to assert itself. It finally occurred to her that her hands were free, so she reached between her legs and plunged both hands into her panties, rubbing frantically as Shelley suddenly stopped moving and pressed Kathryn’s face deep into her cunt. And then, with a keening cry, she came, flooding into Kathryn’s mouth while her hands twisted and clenched the hair at her temples.

Kathryn felt William’s hands under her arms and mewed in frustration when he pulled her hands out of her panties. She sat back and looked up at him, her face glistening with the evidence of Shelley’s orgasm. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips before she could stop it.

William’s eyes narrowed. “Three minutes, slut. Not bad.” He looked at the belt, still in his hand. “It is nearly 5:00. Go home, Kathryn. We’ll discuss your attempt to please yourself another time.” He turned and left the office without another word.

Kathryn looked at Shelley for a long moment, then stood and began repairing the damage to her attire. Neither girl spoke.

Kathryn went home.

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