Sakura Tanaka heard the rare, but terrifying sound of her boss calling her name across the open plan office. Her stomach quivered as she stood up. The look on rage in her eyes alone, Ms. Akiko Takahashi glowered at her. The other girls in the office recognised the tone. Their heads kept low, a flurry of keyboard taps erupted on the floor.
Sakura smoothed her dress trousers, and began the long walk towards her boss.
Silently with a stiff finger, she pointed towards the break room. It would be empty just now. Her heels tic-tacked as the cold floor of the office echoed to her every step.
Wetting her lips, Sakura swallowed, hoping not to croak, or stutter in the face of her boss' outrage.
Ms. Takahashi held the door open, and she walked in ahead of her. Behind her, the door closed, and with a -snick- the small lock was turned. There would be no interruptions.
Without a word, Akiko pointed to the far wall. Sakura trembled, she'd heard the stories... surely they were only stories. But she didn't want to object... couldn't object. If the rumours were a joke, she'd sound ridiculous... She'd be sacked on the spot.
Bracing her hands on the wall, she tensed up for ... for whatever was coming.
Akiko went over to stand behind her. One hand coming down, to caress, her prominent ass. The tight trousers accentuating her curves, the way her cute bum was presented. Sakura wasn't into ... into ... this. She had a husband.
Then the blows started to rain down.
Her humiliation was public, as her shrieks, as the resounding slaps wafted across the office. Everyone knew what was happening. Her cheeks burned with shame, and her ... pussy ... her pussy was warm, and excited.
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