Beginnings: Chapter 2 - Formalities - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 2 - Formalities

... pen down firmly onto her desk. I turned around to see her ease her leather chair back from her desk, stand up and walk towards me. She had a purposeful look on her face; not angry, but clearly resolute and intense. I sensed something was wrong but the aura surrounding her somehow prevented me from saying anything. I turned to face her as she continued to calmly walk over to me, until finally she was stood some two or three feet in front of me. Her eyes were intense again. Slowly she raised her right arm and extended her slender fingers into my hair. I felt them brush against my neck and felt a scattering cascade of what felt like electricity run down my shoulders, back and arms. Her fingers continued, slow and gentle, round to the back of my head, which I tilted back a little way. Suddenly, I felt her fingers tighten firmly around the hair at the back of my head. It wasn’t particularly painful but her grip on my hair was firm enough to tilt my head back still further until my eyes were looking upwards and directly into hers. “Lucy,” she said, her voice low but controlled. “For an intelligent girl, your short-term memory seems to be something of a problem, and we are going to have to put it right very quickly. Do you know what I am talking about?” I shook my head as best I could given the tight hold Veronica had on my hair. “I see,” she sighed. “Then I can see I am going to have to deal with you rather more firmly than I had anticipated.” Still holding the back of my hair in ...

... a vice-like grip, Veronica began to walk me slowly over to my desk. I was battling with my feet, planted in still unfamiliar heels, in an attempt to maintain my balance. Suddenly I felt the front of my upper thighs make firm contact with the edge of my desk, but Veronica was still moving me forward, holding my hair and pressing against my back with her body. Eventually the upper half of my body collapsed forward onto the desk. My face was now so close to the leather that I could smell it. “The one thing that you must understand, Lucy,” Veronica said calmly, “is that when I give you instructions, you do as you are told.” My mind was whirring like a flywheel at the speed and vigour with which I had been folded unceremoniously across my desk. I was struggling to understand what I had done wrong. I was about to find out. “A few minutes ago I asked you to answer a call for me, didn’t I Lucy?” she continued. She pulled my head up slightly by my hair; my back arched a little and I could feel my bottom tense and stretch within the tightness of my skirt. I then felt the palm of Veronica’s hand begin to caress it, firmly but provocatively. “Yes, Miss Hamilton, you did,” I said, managing to find enough air to force the words from my lips. “And do you remember what you said?” “No, Miss Hamilton, not exactly. I think I told her...” “Stop waffling, Lucy. I know exactly what you told her. I was listening.” Veronica’s hand was now circling over my bottom rather more firmly, and her fingers ...