She had seen him – her head of accounting – glance at her, so many times… her cleavage, her legs, her skirt, her stockings, her boots, her shoes… He had been an average employee at best, not worth his generous salary. 

It was time to either fire him or subjugate him. 

Her unsmiling face and her authoritarian voice – coupled with the threat of summary dismissal – were enough to make him kneel in front of her. 

She told him she was aware, not only of his meagre job performance, but also of his improper glances. He apologized clumsily, but she cut him off.

“How would you like it if I took off my panties?” He could not believe his ears.. “Erm… would you? I mean… please…!” “Please what?!” “Please, Madam…” “You may call me Mistress from now on!” “Yes, Mistress…”

Mesmerized he stared at her when she lifted her skirt and when she proceeded to take off her satin French knickers.

She threw her panties in his face, laughing mockingly at his embarrassment.

Both knew the dynamics had changed for good. But he didn’t know yet to what extent.

“From now on you will work directly under me. As my personal assistant. You will sign a new employment agreement, which I have drawn up myself. It says that your duties are to be at my beck and call at all times, to serve me hand and foot. Your pay grade will be that of a junior secretary. There will be no increments. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress…”

“OK, to make sure you understand, you will now pull down your pants and accept a proper punishment for your past mistakes!” “Yes, Mistress…”

Satisfied at how meekly he accepted his new position, she proceeded to grab a ruler from a drawer in her desk.

Source: Boss Ms Becky