The tension in the office was palpable as everyone went about their business, but my mind was elsewhere. My colleague's eyes had been glued to my ass for far too long, and I was done playing games. I took a deep breath, made an excuse to leave my desk, and headed straight for his chair.
"What do you think you're doing?" he squeaked as I bent down in front of him, my cheeks on full display.
"Well," I purred, worrying his tongue with my piercing, "I think you need a little punishment for staring at my ass all day."
Before he could say anything else, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards the smotherbox we kept in the basement. It was meant for calming down difficult clients, but today, it was for him.
I locked the box behind him, leaving him trapped and helpless in the small space. Then, I grinned and went back to my desk. I knew exactly what I was going to do next.
With a wicked gleam in my eye, I straddled his face and dropped my g-string, revealing my bare ass to him. "This," I said, slowly lowering myself onto his face, "is going to teach you a lesson."
I put all my weight onto his chest, flattening his face against my cheeks as I began to sit on his mouth and nose. He let out a muffled gasp, trying to fight against the lock that held him in place. But it was no use; he was stuck and entirely at my mercy.
Sitting there on his face, I could feel him squirming beneath me. "You like this, don't you?" I growled, slapping his chest in time with my hips. "You like being close to my ass, don't you?"
He whimpered in reply, and I could see that his eyes were starting to tear up from the lack of air. But I wasn't finished yet.
"You are going to learn your lesson," I said, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You are never to stare at my ass again without my permission. Do you understand?"
His only response was a muffled sob, but I knew he understood.
For what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, I continued to sit on his face, grinding my hips against his helpless body. Finally, satisfied that he had gotten his punishment, I stood up and unlocked the box.
As he staggered out, gasping for air, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Maybe he would think twice before ogling me again. But one thing was for sure: the feeling of his warm breath on my skin and his face pressed against my ass had been strangely arousing.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice dripping with false concern.
He shook his head vigorously, still trying to catch his breath. "Fine," he sputtered, rubbing his face with his hands. "I'm fine."
With that, I turned away and headed back to my desk, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
