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I apologized again to Master over text and told him I was in Brian's office now. Master wrote, I will take care of you when you get home, Slave, but it is important to listen to what your boss has to say. We both agree you need some extra guidance at work. I had better get a good report from him. I told Brian that I had answered Master's text. "He told me to listen to what you have to say, Brian." Brian cleared his throat. "J-- and I want to help you be the best you can be, Krystenah. Frankly, I don't think you are living up to your potential here at work. J-- told me that sometimes punishment is the only thing that works on you at home and he has asked me to punish you here when I deem it necessary." My mind flooded with the implications--my boss knew about my relationship with J--, my master had given another man permission to punish me, I might be in for a session today, at work, my coworkers would hear the punishment through the doors. Brian continued, ?He told me that sometimes you get aroused during punishment sessions, but that is your concern, young lady. Your body belongs to your master. Your sessions with me will be pure punishment, no sex." I was unconsciously fumbling with my collar as Brian's words sunk in. It was true almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahis.biz/) that I had been cutting a few corners at work. Perhaps punishment would help me perform better. If Master thought so, it must be true. Brian came out from behind his desk and sat on the desk in front of me. "You are like a daughter to me, Krys. I hope you know that. And sometimes daughters need to go over daddy's knee or get a paddling when they are bad little girls." His blue eyes were kind and his words made me squirm. "Do you understand me, Missy?" he asked and snatched the ruler off my lap. "Yes, Brian," I said. "When you are called into my office you will call me 'Sir' or 'Daddy'. We are not equals in here, Baby Girl. Is that clear?" He grasped my chin and looked deeply into my eyes. I thought I would feel weird if I called him ?Daddy," so I said, "Yes, Sir," Brian began slapping his palm with the ruler as he spoke. "We will get to your job performance tomorrow, but today we need to address some immediate concerns. Your wardrobe for one thing, Kryssie, is unacceptable." I looked down at my skirt and shoes. They seemed fine. Then I remembered I had not put on my bra before coming to Brian?s office. Brian pressed the ruler under my almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahis.biz/) right breast*through my blouse and lifted it. He let it fall. ?Do you think it is proper for a young lady to walk around the workplace without a bra?? ?No, Sir.? ?Maybe you think it is fun to tease your male coworkers by going braless under a see-through blouse, is that it?? ?No, Sir, I don?t. I am sorry for not wearing a bra at work.? ?Stand up,? he told me. ?Stick out those tits that you are so proud of.? I did as he said. Brian took the ruler and bounced my tits with it. He moved the ruler over the contours of my breasts and my nipples began to get hard and press against the fabric of my blouse. ?Oh, I see that it excites you to have your tits fondled. Well, this isn?t fun time, Missy. I need you to have a concrete reminder to follow the dress code EVERY DAY.? He brought the rule down across the left nipple and then the right as hard as he could. I drew my breath in and stuck my tits out again. After the clips, my nipples were tender and within moments I was sobbing and choking back the tears. Brian continued to lecture me and continued to spank my nipples through my blouse. I felt sparks shoot to my clit as my stomach churned and my nipples almanbahis casino (https://almanbahis.biz/) started to throb. I was just grateful that Brian wasn?t spanking me on my bare flesh. He finally set the ruler down and stood over me. ?Are you clear about what is acceptable to wear at work, Kryssie?? ?Yes, Sir,? I sobbed. ?Good. Now, about earlier: I asked you to come to my office and you put me off for fifteen minutes. Do you remember that, Dear?? ?Yes, Sir,? I said. ?Daddy does not like to be kept waiting, Krys, so I am going to spank that impertinent little ass of yours. You also stole from me.? I looked up at him with alarm. ?Sir, I?? ?Yes, you did, you bad girl. You stole Daddy?s ruler right under my nose. Don?t tell me you forgot so soon!? My face flushed with shame. ?No, Daddy. I remember.? The words sounded strange in my ears. I never called Master ?Daddy? and my own Daddy had never spoken to me in such a humiliating way. ?Stealing is a very serious infraction, Kryssie. You are going to be paddled for that. Are we clear?? ?Yes, Sir.? ?Good.? He moved over to his commodious wooden chair and sat down. ?Come over here and get over my knee. Naughty little girls are always spanked over Daddy?s knee, aren?t they?? ?Yes, Sir.? I shuffled toward him and lay across his lap. He had muscular legs and strong arms. He flipped up my skirt and then grasped me tightly around my middle. His spanks were not as strong as Master?s, but he had the same maddening method of spanking me in one place over and over.