Investigative Reporter 2

Sharon had a secret weapon. She’d found the bosses login, and password.

What a pig. But “SEXYWORKINGGIRL” wasn’t at all hard to puzzle out and it was the kind of thing someone like Mark would use, for all that he was a hunk.

Sharon blinked. Mark? Hunk? Why?

Sure he was muscled, and yeah, a guy like that probably had a cock that wouldn’t quit but…

She shook her head and opened the door to the office.

Investigate now, think about that cock later.

Why was she thinking about his cock?

She walked into the office and checked his computer. Right, it was on, just in sleep mode. She hit the switch and waited until the login screen came on.

Then she input the password: SEXYWORKINGGIRL.

And then the screen went black.

Fuck, did I do something wrong?  Faking someone’s password was a crime and what if Mark had known! He could be calling the cops right now, and then she’d be arrested and fired, both from here and her job at the paper.

Then the computer flashed once, and then the desktop appeared. There was normal stuff on it, with a distracting live wallpaper of a swirling whirlpool, all pink and red.

“Right…” Sharon looked around, and then nodded. There was normal stuff, images of spreadsheets and things, but in the corner there was an icon she’d never seen before.

VENUS PROCESS

Never heard of that… She reached out and moved the mouse, clicking on the icon.

The screen blanked for a moment, then appeared.

“Finding obedient, biddable housewives can be difficult in this time, especially ones eager to do their proper duty by bringing new life into the world.”

Mark’s voice.

Oh, fuck is he doing a porn movie?

“Because underneath every hostile executive is a woman who desperately needs to find her place.”

My place? My place is breaking this story.

The image flashed, showing a woman, one of the lawyers, shaking her hand at some invisible person off screen, holding a sheaf of papers in her other hand.

Sharon remembered her. She’d been one of the lawyers up on the ninth story.

“They try to hide it by being hostile, angry… a ‘real bitch’ as some of their female coworkers might say.”

The screen flashed again and Sharon’s eyes wandered away from the image of the lawyer. Then she was pulled back as the image changed, showing the woman her hands behind her back, looking nervous, looking down, submissively.

“But that is merely a veneer, and every woman knows it if she looks deep INSIDE HERSELF.” The words just seemed to fill the air, and Sharon shuddered as she felt them fill her mind.

Inside…inside… inside…

She bit her lip, thinking of all the times she’d yelled at someone to cover up the fact that she’d screwed up… to try and cover for her…

“They understand that this is wrong, and merely need some DISCIPLINE.”

The screen flashed again, and Sharon stared.

“No way. No fucking way…”

It shot back to the lawyer, only know she was bent over her desk, skirt pulled up to show her expensive panties. The way she was leaning forward showed off her heavy tits and suddenly Sharon realized that between the two shots, she’d pulled off her bra. Maybe she’d tried to come back and apologize? She’d looked INSIDE HERSELF and understood that it wasn’t her place to be such a bitch?

Then a hand reached from out of frame and lightly touched her panty-clad ass.

“Because our ladies crave DISCIPLINE.”

Sharon’s ass tingled, as she watched the man pull his hand back and lightly smack her on her ass. The woman moaned. She actually shoved her ass back.

“Now Trish,” that voice said, that powerful, male voice. “You need to be more polite. Don’t you?”

Sharon licked her lips, watching that bitch of a lawyer moan. There was another smack.

“Y-yes.”

“What do little ladies need?” Another smack.

“Uh-I…” She whimpered. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Tell me what I need, Sir…”

“You need DISCIPLINE.”

Trish moaned. Sharon saw that her panties were getting soaked, trails of juices running down her thighs.  Another smack and she raised her ass into it.

Sharon bit her lips, and one hand left the keyboard, pulling her dress up and reaching under to her wet panties. It was turning her on, watching that stuck up bitch learn she needed DISCIPLINE. The flickers of the screen were going faster, but Sharon was entranced.

She kept rubbing her pussy through her panties. Her clit was just throbbing as she watched the woman get spanked.

“I need…”

“DISCIPLINE!” Sharon shouted out, jointing Trish as she raised her ass and came her sodden panties dripping with her fluids.

“Good girl.  But DISCIPLINE means OBEDIENCE. Don’t you want to be OBEDIENT? Can you feel that need, looking INSIDE YOURSELF.”

“Ohhhh… Yes…”

“Good.” Now that hand was lightly rubbing her panty covered pussy. Sharon licked her lips and moaned, wondering how it would feel. Feel as she was learning OBEDIENCE.

“What does a woman give her man?”

“She… she…” Trish moaned and wiggled. “Please tell me sir!”

“OBEDIENCE.” The words rang through the room and as Trish repeated the word, her body just spasmed… cumming from just saying the word.

OBEDIENCE…  Sharon panted, she slipped her fingers under her panties, into her wet, eager slit. DISCIPLINE. To have a man standover her, reminding her that she needed DISCIPLINE and she would give him her OBEDIENCE…

“Should a woman tell a man what to do?”

“N-no!” Trish whined.

“You’re right. Good girl. So from now on, your intern, you’ll give him your complete OBEDIENCE.”

Yes. Give it to him. Be his slut…

“Y-yes!”

“Good girl. I have a reward for you. CUM for me.”

And if Sharon thought that Trish had orgasmed before, she had been mistaken as the lawyer—no—OBEDIENT slut, screamed as her body just slid off the desk, quivering and moaning…

Just like Sharon. She came, came again and again, thinking about what it would be like to be OBEDIENT and be allowed to CUM for her master, and beg for his DISCIPLINE—

“I see we have someone new…”

That voice was from behind her.

Mark’s voice.