After she'd voiced several complaints and excuses as to why she could not make it, I told her to be there if she valued her job.After she'd voiced several complaints and excuses as to why she could not make it, I told her to be there if she valued her job. She agreed to meet me. When she arrived, she was wearing skin-tight jeans and a silk blouse, her blond hair was piled on top of her head and her face was expertly made up, as always. During our conversation I became very stern with her and she became increasingly bitchy. Finally, I said that she deserved to be punished not only for her poor work, but because of the way she was acting. While she was saying, "No, you wouldn't do that," and "No, you can't," her eyes were saying, "Yes, yes, yes!" Suddenly, I realized that what she really wanted was to be dominated and humiliated. I ordered her to stand up and walk over to my desk. She refused to do so, saying she would not allow this to happen to her. Her nipples, however, had become erect and were poking against the sheer material of her bra and of her thin silk blouse. |