00pm sharp.A few minutes to 5.00 I arrived outside her office and saw that Mike was waiting. In horror, I realised that he must have been invited to w...tness my punishment in the same way that I had witnessed his two weeks before.We both looked down in embarrassment. The door opened and Miss Jenkins gave us a smirk before leading us into Miss Phillips’ office. She stood, very attractive but looking very serious behind her desk. On top of the desk were a whippy cane and a short leather strap that. "Hey, Jimmy," I said as I took a spare stool next to him and caught the bartenders eye."Boss."I took my drink and we both sat there in an awkward silence. He had been away most of the week assigned to another department so we hadn't really had a talk about what happened."It's not what you think," I finally said to him.Jimmy shrugged. "And what do you think I'm thinking?" he said as he glanced at me."Did she say anything?" I asked. "Did you expect her too?"I looked at him."The answer is no," he. I wanted to know what she tasted like, and what it felt like being inside her youthful cunt. I began masturbating in my office alone, thinking maybe I could save some money today and just get myself off. That didn't work, stroking only made me want her more. Sure enough, I called her into my office a few minutes later. "I want you to come sit in my chair," I told her. "Take off your pants and panties, and sit back in my chair."She did as instructed once more, and now I knelt where she had been. If I'm going to look the part, I'm going to feel it as well. I peek out and see that they are both being good slaves and are on their knees with their eyes down and hand across their laps. I put on my heels and walk out to inspect them. In what looks like well-choreographed unison, they both lean forward and kiss my shoes, then say, "Good Evening, Mistress." It sends a shiver up my spine and more blood rushes to my loins. With that, I order them both to their feet. Like good slaves, they.