Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica)

Personnel
Training

By

Jay Merson

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Chapter 1

Desmond entered
the office without knocking, sauntered to the chair and sat down
without waiting to be asked. His arm hooked casually over the back
of the chair and he crossed his legs in a lounging sprawl of
comfort.

"I've been
watching you," Kathleen said evenly, unimpressed by his Caribbean
style, laid-back defiance. She lifted the manila folder from the
desk and rested it on her knee; she was about to speak again when
he interjected.

"I know," he
said, his wide eyes flashing confidence and rebelliousness. "I've
been watching you too."

She was
unruffled; Kathleen slowly closed the folder and placed it back on
the desk, her stare directly at him.

"You’re a cocky
one aren’t you?"

He grinned to
show his brilliant white teeth as a flashing smile, "All us blacks
are," he said and chuckled at his own quip.

Again Kathleen
was unimpressed by his innuendo, "Perhaps," she said, deliberately
emphasising a tone of disbelief and then said, "Your position in
the warehouse is under review, you know that don't you? You know
also that your work record to date is less than adequate."

He simply
shrugged his shoulders and looked toward the window.

"Look at me!"
she snapped angrily.

He seemed
somewhat shocked at her outburst and complied, displaying though
his great reluctance as he did so.

Kathleen leaned
forward to rest her elbows on the desk in a deliberately slow and
precise manner. Her tone when she spoke again was firm and full of
threat, "Listen, you little shit," she hissed through clenched
teeth. "Your casual attitudes and ways might impress some people -
but certainly not me."

She sat back
holding his icy stare.

"So?" he
provoked.

She contained
her rage. In the personnel office she was in charge but had little
other than dismissal to back up her authority - so very different
to her private life. Kathleen stood up slowly, pushing her chest
out to emphasise the thrust of her breasts against the thin white
material of her blouse. She rolled her hips as she walked around
the desk, aware of his leering gaze on her upper thighs as they
moved beneath her tight grey skirt. She moved to the side of his
chair, stooping to bring her face down close to his ear. Kathleen
paused there, sensing his nervousness now beneath his brash
exterior.

"You are a
worthless little shit that impresses me not one tiny bit with your
'cool' attitudes. The message is simple - shape up or ship
out."

He sat
dumbstruck.

"In your own
jargon, do the bizz or get the fuck out - understand?"

He nodded
silently and sat upright in the chair with his hands on his knees,
a little scolded boy with a hangdog expression on his face.

Control over
him had been established, her nipples hardened to erection and
Kathleen felt that familiar gripping deep in her vulva. She walked
back to the front of her desk and turned to face him, leaning back
to rest her buttocks on the edge and stretching her long legs out
lazily. A powerful surge shot through her as she displayed her body
to him. The way his greedy eyes roamed her from head to foot,
lingering on her thighs and breasts before travelling over the rest
of her slender frame. She remained silent for a few moments,
allowing him to view and to lust for something that he simply could
not have.

"You will, as
from today, change your attitudes to both management and your
fellow workers. Your work rate will improve as will your attendance
and lateness record - is that clear?"

He nodded at
first and then shook his head, his voice one of hesitancy and
confusion, "I don't really know what to do or say how to change. I
need help."

She stood up
and smoothed her hands down over her hips for effect, "If you need
additional training here at work then it will be provided for you.
If you need further advice....private guidance perhaps...."She,
paused for effect, turning and walking back behind her desk,
pausing again as she sat before crossing her legs."That would have
to be in our own time and outside any company commitment or
involvement."

His face broke
a huge grin; triumph was etched in his expression.

"Do you wish
for such advice?" she asked her expression bright and
encouraging.

He nodded his
head several times and uttered quickly.

"Yeah, let’s do
it."

Kathleen sat
silently watching the youth, "Okay," she stated firmly. Kathleen
leaned forward on the desk, picked up her pen and a piece of
notepaper and began scribbling.

"Wednesday
evening at eight and at this address - don't be late."

She watched as
he rose self-consciously from his seat to take the note from her,
"I go out Wednesday nights," he protested meekly.

"Well you will
not be going out this Wednesday evening," she said sighing and
portraying her irritation at his remark, "Only to that
address."

She waved her
hand casually in dismissal, "You may go."

She watched the
lad walking to the door, his firm rounded buttocks rolling
delightfully within the confines of his tight overalls, his hard
athletic thighs showing through the thin material as he walked.
This one, she would really enjoy subduing - she just knew it.

***

Her knee
pressed hard down into his back between the shoulder blades; it
added purchase for her to pull harder on the rope to draw his
elbows in and together behind his back. He was naked and kneeling,
his head pulled down onto his knees by the collar and leash around
his neck. So great was the pressure on his back that his cock and
balls were crushed between is body and thighs. The man grunted in
pain as she pulled on the rope one final time and then secured his
elbows firmly.

"You pathetic,
snivelling little shit," she sneered and kicked hard into the
outside of his thigh with her booted foot.

Kathleen stood
upright and flicked her long auburn hair back off her face with a
shake of the head. She raised the riding crop high above her
shoulder and brought it down with a sickeningly hard smack across
his presented buttocks.

"Why?" she
shouted angrily, "Why did you fail?"

He grunted and
tried to answer but his position and the restricting collar made it
a difficult process and his words came out as little more than a
low mumble, "Mistress, I am so sorry."

She lashed him
again and then again, "I didn't ask for apologies, I asked for
reasons." She lashed again, her whole body swinging into the blows
as she beat the man soundly. Her naked breasts swung with the
motion of her body and the tiny black panties pulled more harshly
into the crease of her buttocks and pussy as she stretched.
Kathleen was panting hard, the heady sense of command and control,
the power and authority that she experienced pushed her level of
arousal higher still, "Call yourself a Sales manager do you? You
can't even get your department staffing figures to me on time." Her
voice lowered to a sarcastic mocking, "A simple enough task and yet
- you failed again." She raised the spiked heel of her boot and
pressed it down on the back of his neck, screwing her foot so as to
inflict maximum pain on the blubbering man.

"Next week's
figures?" she demanded.

"They will be
in on time Mistress - I will make certain of it."

She laughed
aloud in mockery, "It is I that will make sure that you do wimp -
as always, I seem to have to do your job for you."

She removed her
foot and stood upright, her head felt light and distant as the
pounding waves of sensation flooded through her entire body. She
was filled with a thrilling series of powerful surges in her pussy
and her clitoris jerked in reaction.

"Now, shit, you
will suffer for your failings - and suffer much you will too."

She struck
again and again at him with the crop, delighting in his pained
wailing and blubbering for mercy. As a particularly hard stroke of
the rigid crop slapped across his backside she received a terrific
bolt of sensation that caused her back to arch and her head to
throw back. Her whole body tensed and then locked rigid as she came
to orgasm. Kathleen stood in her open-legged stance, tensed and in
bliss as the jerking tremors of her climax ripped through her.

Chapter 2

The training
session was set and the class ready, spirits were high and the
sales team anxious to get the meeting over with and on down to the
pub afterwards.

The sales
manager was at the head of the classroom awaiting the personnel
manager's presence before commencing. His brow was coated in a fine
film of perspiration and his expression set to portray his
nervousness of the dominating Kathleen. She would find something
wrong with his presentation of the sales campaign, he simply knew
it - she always did. If it wasn't the presentation then it would be
personal attacks on his character all in a bid to keep him under
her control. The woman was a maniac; he felt, a severe and
demanding boss plus a harsh mistress during their private sessions
together at her house. The thrill and sex that she provided for him
during those sessions though made all of the treatment he took from
her most worthwhile, both at work and at her home.

In her
mid-thirties and married, the tall and slim brunette was a most
attractive and fuckable woman but her demands? Outrageous at times,
unfair and even concocted so that he would be sure to fail but the
punishments she dished out to him? Well, that was the worthwhile
bit. His cock stiffened within his trousers at the thought and he
held his folder down over his crotch to conceal the fact from the
sales team before him. Every single one of them wanted her, he had
heard the comments and listened to the gossip and banter, to a man
they should all like to fuck the lovely Kathleen and he wondered
how many of them had done exactly that.

The bitch was
late - deliberately, so as to further humiliate him. She planned it
always so it seemed, so that her entrance would be solo and would
draw complete attention to herself. The teasing bitch simply loved
flaunting her body in front of others, but he wouldn't be the one
to tell her so. She was force enough to contend with already and to
antagonise her further would only bring more pain and suffering -
he chose then to keep his views to himself.

His thoughts
were broken by the sound of her thin heels clicking noisily on the
floorboards in the corridor outside, there was a momentary pause
and then she entered the room in a theatrical gush. The tight
pencil skirt that Kathleen wore hugged her narrow hips and slender
thighs to give her the impression of being even taller than she
actually was. A long split in the skirt up one thigh gave
tantalising glimpses of her stocking-clad leg and thigh and
fleeting hints of the creamy white flesh above the top. She wore a
figure-hugging silk blouse in pale cream that clung to every
contour of her slim body and left little to the imagination. Her
firm bust was emphasised by the way the material pulled across and
under the swell of her breasts. Her bright red lipstick, wide
mascara-highlighted eyes and the long brown hair framed her face as
a picture of total beauty and sexual alluring.

She posed
momentarily by the seat to the side of the classroom before sitting
slowly and crossing her legs casually. Kathleen placed her folder
on her knee, bathing in the attention her legs and body were
receiving from the many seated men. She smiled sweetly at the sales
manager and nodded, "You may begin," she said simply and returned
her gaze to the class of salesmen.