BONUS SCENE
Please report to my office immediately to discuss your tardiness this morning.
Kirsten had known she was in trouble the moment she saw the note on her desk. But she hadn’t realized quite how much until she saw what was on his desk.
It was an old-fashioned red enema bag.
After she showed up late to an important meeting last week, Matthew—or Dr. Harris, as she called him at work when she wasn’t calling him sir—had warned her that the next time she was late for work without a good excuse she wouldn’t just be getting an enema in his office.
She’d be holding it in for as many minutes as she’d been tardy.
“Do you have any excuse for arriving late this morning, Kirsten?”
“…no, sir.”
“Do I need to remind you what I warned would happen if this situation arose again?”
If she was going to try begging, now was probably her best chance. But one look at Matthew’s expression told her that neither as her boss nor as her fiancé would he be moved in the slightest by any pleading which might be forthcoming.
“No, sir,” she mumbled.
“Then it’s time for your enema, young lady. Please kneel on the floor in front of my desk, raise your skirt, and then bend forward so that you are on hands and knees with your bottom up.”
Kirsten reluctantly did as she was told, giving him one last plaintive look once she was on her knees, right before she rucked her tight pencil skirt above her waist and bent over as instructed.
Leaning over, he slid his fingers under the waistband of her thong and pulled it down to mid-thigh, leaving her bare ass on display with her cheeks slightly parted and her anus exposed.
“You will remain in that position while I prepare your enema.”
With those words, he left the room carrying the enema bag.
Kirsten waited for the sound of the door shutting, but didn’t hear it. Had he left it open?
She could hear voices in the hallway that were way too easy to make out for her to be hearing them through the thick wooden door of his office. But if the door was open, that would mean one of them might see her in this position as they passed…
Oh. My. God.
Someone might be staring at her right now, taking in the view of everything between her legs and everything between her cheeks. Summoning her courage, she glanced over her shoulder.
“Worried you might be putting on a show, naughty girl?”
Of course Matthew had returned at just that moment.
“Since you stayed in position while you looked, I don’t see any reason to get the wooden ruler from my desk, but if you want your bottom to stay unspanked you’ll need to stay in position during your enema as well.”
Kirsten gulped.
She’d never had an enema and this didn’t seem like the ideal way to experience her first.
It wasn’t up to her, though, and a few seconds later she felt Matthew place a big dollop of what she assumed was Vaseline directly onto her anus, then rub it around and into the sensitive little hole. His fingertip slid in to the first knuckle a moment later, lubing her even more thoroughly.
The nozzle followed shortly after, and as soon as it was fully inserted she heard a soft click as he released the water to flow from the bag, through the hose and nozzle, and into… her.
At first her mind focused on the shame of what was happening, but it wasn’t long before her thoughts were involuntarily redirected toward the full—and soon the really, really full—feeling in her tummy. She began to squirm, clenching and unclenching her bottom in protest, but the flow of water continued until she’d taken every drop.
“Please, sir, may I go to the bathroom,” she begged when the bag was finally empty and he’d removed the nozzle. She was clenching her cheeks desperately already.
“How late were you this morning, young lady?” he asked, surely knowing already.
“Twenty minutes, sir, but please, I can’t hold it that long…”
Kirsten couldn’t possibly imagine making it through even one more minute, let alone twenty, without rushing to the bathroom or embarrassing herself horribly right here in his office.
“Then we’d better give you something to keep your mind off all that water sloshing around in your tummy, naughty girl,” he said ominously. A moment later she heard the sound of his zipper.
“Show me what a good girl you can be,” he ordered, placing his fingers under her chin and guiding her to an upright kneeling position with the underside of his cock resting against her face.
The last thing on her mind a moment ago had been his cock. But now that Kirsten could feel it against her lips and taste the pre-cum that proved he was just as aroused as she’d been since seeing his note, suddenly his huge, throbbingly erect cock was the only thing she could think about.
Not wasting any time with teasing, she took his full length into her mouth right away.
Her boss had told her to show him what a good girl she could be, and for the next several minutes Kirsten did that and more.
Her lips and tongue did their part, but when she could feel him getting close to his release she did something she’d done before only when her hair was gripped in his fist for a facefucking.
Wrapping an arm around one of his thighs and gripping his toned ass for leverage, she took him in so deeply she couldn’t help gagging around his cock as he shot his hot seed down her throat with an almost painful groan that must have been heard throughout the office.
Once she’d swallowed everything he gave her, Matthew guided Kirsten gently to her feet, then patted her bottom gently and pointed her in the direction of his private executive bathroom.