This choice: You wonder if this is just a secretarial position. • Go Back...Chapter #5You wonder if this is just a secretarial position. by: Mr. George   Miss Tanaka's disapproval is clear from her whole demeanour. Her expression of contempt, to her breathing. You are not what she expected, or wanted.
"We do not tolerate such .... such diversity in our staff clothing." she informs you.
You struggle to answer, you are wearing a simple grey business suit, well-tailored to your body.
"Your punishment doesn't need to be a public display." she gestures you towards a door.
Privacy would certainly be better, as your frustration is swelling to a rage. You've not done anything wrong, and already your boss is pissed with you. You must be at least a foot taller than this witch, but she completely ignores that.
She closes the door behind you, and you hear a -snick-, as she twists the handle, locking the door.
"Am I the only man here... Because I don't think I could wear the skirts I saw, as I came in."
You aren't sure whether you're breaking the tension, or being rude to a boss.
"Robin-chan, you don't need to wear a skirt." her voice is light, but her face doesn't show any humour.
You bristle at the use of chan. It's dismissive, as if you are young and inexperienced, and mostly used for women... hell, girls. It might just be a slip on her part, you are the liaison, and English isn't her first language. Perhaps, you're the first gaijin (and male) she's had under her, and she doesn't want to appear intimidated by a westerner.
"I am happy to oblige." you say as the silence extends. You really don't want to make this day any worse.
Her smile is predatory and wide, "That's what I need."
Spinning her finger, she gestures for you to turn on the spot. You feel a little silly, but oblige. You paid a lot for this suit, it's thinner than your normal material, but the climate is warmer than you are used to.
Her fingers shoot up, and you stop turning. You're facing the wall, so turn back to face Miss Tanaka. However, a slow, firm head shake convinces you that you've overstepped your bounds. You turn back to face the wall.
A dizzy spell hits you, and you press your hands to the wall for balance. You see they look off. Smaller than they should, as you study them, you spot other changes. The tickle of a hair line that used to be a memory, the brushing of hair over your shoulders. Long brown hair... Long brown hair that belongs on a woman.
Looking down your body, the suit is cut for a woman. The fake pockets stitched to the rear of the trousers are new. Worse than that, you fill the new cut in all the right places. You feel the constriction of a bra, the cups not heavy, but your shoulders still being cut by the straps. A whimper escapes, even as you feel disjointed, oddly calm about the changes. Miss Tanaka gives an amused chuckle, as she looks on.
"No, Robin-chan, you don't need to wear a skirt. But you do need to learn your place."
Frozen to the spot, you tremble as she crosses over to you.
Cupping one ass cheek, she circles it around. And then the punishment starts.
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You whimper, squirm, and squeal, as the blows fall. As she spanks your rounded cheeks.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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