Bared And Bruised: Hostile Work Environment

by Sealed By Mistress

"Bared and Bruised: A collection of twelve painful punishments" is a favourite book of Ruby from "Sealed With Love". Each short story ties lesbian sex and physical punishment together in varied, intimate ways. I welcome suitable story suggestions that might expand the collection.

Morgan had just started to get up when the floor shook as the very large and very heavy planter crashed to the ground and spilled its contents. She scrambled to her feet just as people came to investigate.

"What on earth?! Did you just knock that over?"

Morgan smiled weakly at the smartly dressed, angry woman.

"Um, I didn't... it just kinda... the cabinet... I just wanted some highlighters..."

Morgan hugged herself and began to cry. She was usually a resilient sort of girl, but being dressed up and at her mother's office for the first time and needing to be on her best behaviour and wanting to make a good impression on everyone - especially her mum's manager - and she'd gone and made such a mess.

The woman, now joined by a man in a suit, looked around and sighed. Her annoyance faded and she spoke more kindly.

"Pulled too hard and fell over, did you? That door always sticks. What's your name and who are you with? Derek, better let facilities know to come clean up this mess."

The man nodded and walked away and the woman offered a handkerchief to the weeping girl.

"I'm Morgan David. My Mum's Michelle Davis, she works for Ms Buxton."

"On the ninth floor? I see. Bring your daughter to work day? Right, Morgan, let's see if I can IM your mom."

Morgan's mother was marked as 'busy' and her calendar showed her having a 1-on-1 with her manager. Ms Buxton replied immediately, saying simply, "Bring to my office."

Ms Buxton's office was at the end of a quiet, sunny corridor with a spectacular view of downtown. Morgan knocked and was surprised when a voice rasped from an intercom.

"Who's outside?"

"I'm Morgan. Morgan Davis."

"Wait outside. I'll call you in shortly."

Morgan looked at her reflection. Her outfit was creased, her hair astray and her face flushed and damp, but she tried to sort herself out a little. She was a pretty little thing with a round, freckled face and hazel eyes that sometimes seemed to grow so big they could melt the hardest heart. Her brunette pageboy bob helped with that. She smoothed her blue and white polka dot dress as best she could.

The intercom barked, "Enter."

Morgan opened the door just far enough to slip through and immediately froze when she saw what was happening. An unfamiliar woman in what looked like expensive clothes was laying back on a love seat while her mother knelt beside. The shocking thing was that her mother was in her underwear - sexy underwear too - and she was kissing the other woman's bare leg and massaging her foot.

Morgan's mother looked up briefly but said nothing, instead concentrating on kissing and licking her boss' foot and ankle. The woman looked up from her laptop and stared at Morgan.

"You must be Morgan. Sit down and close the door behind you."

She pointed at a chair against the wall and Morgan hurried to sit. Morgan's mother continued to worship her boss' legs and feet, sucking her toes and softly, wetly kissing from soles to knees and back. Morgan had no idea what to say, so she sat silently and watched. The only other noise was the clicking of the keyboard.

"Michelle, introductions."

Michelle Davis spoke in a small voice. "Ms Buxton, this is my daughter Morgan. Morgan, this is Ms Buxton, my boss."

Ms Buxton smiled but said nothing, but Morgan couldn't bear the silence. "Um, pleased to meet you?"

"I'm pleased to meet you too, Morgan. Your mother speaks very highly of you, but I must say I'm disappointed with both of you. All employees need a calm working environment, but your clumsiness has disrupted that. Michelle, you assured me that Morgan's first bring-your-daughter-to-work day would not cause any problems."

Mother and daughter both cringed. Michelle spoke first.

"I'm so sorry, boss! Morgan and I talked about this and the school makes sure all the kids know to be good and I arranged things for her to do so she wouldn't be bored and I'll make sure everything gets sorted out and I'll talk to the guys on the seventh floor to let them know how sorry I am and see if there's anything they need..."

Ms Buxton cut Michelle off with a wave. "Morgan, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm really sorry. I totally didn't mean to knock it over. The, um, vase I mean. I was just, like, looking for some highlighters. To, um, to mark up my sheets, I mean my answer sheets. I'm sorry, I'll, like, pay for it. If I can afford it, I mean."

"That won't be necessary. We have a maintenance budget. Michelle, ready position."

Michelle shifted, resting her hands on her thighs and spreading her legs, putting her lacy underwear on display. She looked expectantly up at her boss.

"Are your wet between your legs?"

Morgan couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her mother slip a hand down the front of her panties. Michelle held up two glistening fingers.

"I'm very wet."

"Are you aroused by having your daughter see you like this?"

"Very."

"Michelle, has Morgan had her first period?"

"No, not yet."

"Does she masturbate?"

"Yes."

Morgan gasped. "Mom! That's... like, private! And how do you know?!"

Ms Buxton looked over at Morgan, who seemed more confused than outraged.

"Morgan, have you had sex with anyone?"

"No! Why would you ask me that?"

"I see. Do you masturbate more than once a week?"

"Um. Uh. Kinda..."

Morgan blushed and looked over to her mother who was watching and listening raptly, still showing off her body.

"Morgan, eyes to me. How often do you masturbate?"

"Well. Um. Like, well. If Mom's not home, I mean. Um, most days after school, I guess?"

"Quite normal for a girl your age. Michelle, have you ever watched Morgan while she's masturbating?"

"I came home early once and went upstairs to check on her. She didn't notice me, but I saw her."

Morgan gasped again and her hands flew to her now-bright-pink face. "Mu-um! My god, mum!"

"Michelle, did it excite you to spy on your daughter like that?"

Morgan's mother continued nonchalantly answering her boss' questions. "Yes, it was a huge turn-on."

"We've discussed your masturbation habits before, but has Morgan ever seen you in the act?"

"One night, yes. My door wasn't quite closed and she looked through the gap. I saw it in the mirror, she was blocking the light."

"Did you like being watched by Morgan?"

"I loved it. I leave the door ajar every time now and hope she comes to see."

Michelle and Morgan had been watching each other intently, but now the daughter turned her head and gazed into the corner of the room. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and her hands moved back and forth indecisively.

"Morgan? Morgan. I have one more question for you. Do you enjoy watching your mother when she masturbates?"

Morgan whispered something inaudible and Ms Buxton twice had to prompt her to speak up although the girl still would not look at either woman.

"Yes. Ok, yes! Ok! I know it's really wrong but I like it a lot, ok?!"

"Well, Morgan - and Michelle - now you know all about each other. You both like watching, and you both like being watched. You don't have to feel guilty."

Morgan sheepishly looked over at her mother, but couldn't make eye contact before turning her head away again. Michelle eyes were damp and her face showed a swirl of lust, relief and sadness all at the same time.

"Michelle, hands and knees."

Michelle got down on her hands and knees, facing her daughter. Her boss crossed her legs and rested her feet on Michelle's back and then went back to whatever she was typing. From time to time she would ask one of them to spell something - exhibitionist, wanton, incestuous, precocious - but apart from that the office was silent. Morgan recovered enough composure to look her mother in the face and the two smiled at each other.

Finally Ms Buxton set her laptop aside and stood. She told Michelle to "assume the position" while she fetched something from a drawer. Michelle bent over the desk with her feet as far apart as she could manage in her high heels. Morgan had seen her mother naked several times but this was somehow more scandalous. Michelle's stockings, lacy panties and garter belt - not to mention the way she was showing herself off! - had Morgan transfixed.

"Michelle, you should be punished for your lack of control over your daughter. I think ten hard ones with my favourite belt is the right amount."

Michelle looked up at her boss. "Yes, that's very fair. Should I take off my panties?"

"Of course. Make sure to spread your legs as wide as you can. Morgan's already staring and you want her to see everything, don't you?"

Michelle jumped up and peeled off her soaked panties before settling back into place. She shaved every day and Morgan could see every inch of her mother's swollen, pink pussy, so wet that its juices were beginning to run down her thighs.

Ms Buxton swung the doubled-over leather belt and it whooshed before cracking against Michelle's bare butt. Michelle hissed and flexed but kept still as the belt felt again and then a third time. Ms Buxton looked over at Morgan and smiled when she saw how engrossed the girl was.

The next two strokes made Michelle gasp and clench her fists. Her ass was turning pink and her legs were starting to tremble. Her boss wasn't giving her much time to recover between each hard, stinging hit, and she was in a lot of pain. Pussy juice continued to seep from her bare sex and smear her legs.

The sixth lash sounded louder and Michelle made a strangled sort of moan. She arched her back and wiggled her hips as the belt felt again and once again, ever more harshly. She was grunting and panting and her backside was a bright, hot shade of pink. Morgan was slowly running her hands up and down her thighs as she drank in every detail on show.

The penultimate stroke was so hard that Michelle squealed and twisted her feet. She drummed her fingers and rocked back and forth, nearly humping the edge of the desk. Ms Buxton didn't give her any chance to recover before landing a vicious final blow with the belt. Michelle bolted upright, a snarling moan coming from her as her hands grabbed her butt cheeks. She gave her boss a plaintive look and received a knowing smile in response.

Ms Buxton unzipped her skirt and let it fall, revealing a harness with a slim, ribbed dildo. Morgan was completely surprised by this, but her mother just licked her lips.

"Back into place, Michelle."

Michelle immediately bent over the desk again. Ms Buxton stood behind her and pushed the dildo into the woman's snatch; she was so wet that there was no resistance at all. Michelle moaned and sighed as the dildo slipped in and out of her as her boss slowly teased her with it.

With one hand on Michelle's back, still sliding the dildo back and forth, Ms Buxton turned to look at Morgan. The girl had a glazed look; she had bent forward and was craning to one side to get the best view she could. She didn't realise she was being addressed at first.

"Morgan, we haven't done anything about the damage you caused. There should be another ten strokes of the belt for that, but I have a choice for you. Your mother will certainly accept them - and the second ten will hurt her quite a bit more than the first set - or you could undress and bend over my desk and take that punishment. You're not my employee, so the choice is entirely yours, without fear or favour for you or your mother."

"No Morgan, don't, I'll take them! It's alright honey, it's fine! Mum's okay! You oughtn't to be spanked."

Morgan stood, but looked away. She twirled her hair and bit her lip before looking over at her worried mother.

"I broke it, so I should be the one who gets punished. It's, um, only fair, right?"

Ms Buxton spoke clearly to the girl even as she continued to tortuously fuck her mother.

"It's completely up to you. If you're sure, take off your dress."

Morgan unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. Her mother stepped aside and Morgan was ushered into place.

"There. Kneel and watch your daughter take the punishment she asked for."

Her mother knelt where she was directed. Michelle stared at her daughter's body as Ms Buxton prompted Morgan to remove her panties. The girl slipped them off and spread her legs, ready to submit to the pain of the belt.

The first stroke fell and Morgan yelped. It really stung - it HURT! She squirmed and the second stroke cracked against her butt. Oh that one hurt even more! She yelped even louder. The third stroke hurt so much that Morgan wasn't sure she could take any more. Her knees bent and her little butt sagged for a few seconds.

"Ow owow OW! OW! OW!"

The sight was incredibly erotic, especially to Morgan's mother. She could see her little girl's bare pussy framed between her thighs, clearly flushed with arousal. The way its lips moved as Morgan shifted was the sexiest thing Michelle had ever seen.

Morgan groaned and squealed and panted as she took each hard crack of the belt. She screwed her eyes shut, but she kept her position and didn't reach back to grab her cheeks even though she really, really wanted to. She had never been physically punished before and she'd had no idea it could hurt this much! She thought to herself, "I agreed to do this and I'm going to see it through."

By the end she was pressing her palms against the desk, her chest heaving and a steady stream of grunts, groans and babbled words streaming from her mouth. She was beginning to sweat and her eyes were on the verge of tears.

The last stroke was the hardest of all and Morgan wailed as the force of it took her. She twisted her head to look pleadingly up at Ms Buxton, her pale face and watery eyes contrasting nicely with her bright red butt. It was a sexy sight and pleasure welled up in her punisher's heart. Ms Buxton wasn't especially sadistic, but sometimes it felt so good. It was also easy to pick up the scent of the young girl's lust.

"That's ten. You're very brave, you took them all just like a big girl. Well done. I think you're also a very excited girl, in fact I can smell how aroused you are. I'm sure your mother can see that you're quite turned on. Would you like me to use my dildo on you, like I was doing with your mother?"

"Oh, I, like, maybe? I guess. No, um, yes. Yes, like, um, yes. Definitely yes."

Ms Buxton guided Morgan as she reached around to play with her sweet pussy. The girl was almost as wet as her mother. She purred as the older woman played with her little love button. Morgan's clitoris was so swollen it ached and the slightest touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. Ms Buxton carefully worked her rubber cock between Morgan's pussy lips, making sure not to go too fast or too roughly. She felt Morgan jerk and cry out under her and paused.

"It's alright Morgan, that was your hymen, it only hurts for a moment. There. Doesn't it feel nicer now?"

"Yeah. Yeahhhhhhh..."

Morgan began to flex in time with Ms Buxton, thrusting backwards as she was gently fucked with the dildo. Ms Buxton kept her fingers busy, stroking Morgan's immature sex, pinching lightly and rubbing across her pleasure place. Morgan was unbelievably turned on. It struck her that she should be ashamed at taking part in something so wild, but she was having much too much fun to care.

"Close now, I'm close, please, please, please, oh yes, there please, close, OHHHHH! OH OH PLEASE OOOOOOH!"

Morgan came hard, much harder than she'd ever managed on her own, so hard she thought she might break in half. She could hear screaming and it wasn't until she felt a hand cover her mouth that she realised it was her own voice. Ms Buxton skillfully worked the girl's clit and slit to draw out her orgasm as long as possible, until Morgan almost couldn't bear it.

The dildo made a slurping sound as it plopped out of Morgan's hot, tight pussy. The girl was slick with juice almost down to her knees. Ms Buxton held her in place and looked over at her mother.

"I'd ask if you thought that was hot, but I see your hand between your legs."

Michelle blushed, but didn't move her hand away. "It was very, very hot. Super hot."

"Morgan, your mum watched everything we did. Did you like her doing that?"

Morgan was still in a haze of pleasure and her spoke slowly and dreamily. "Yeah. I did. It's nice. Sexy. Extra-sexy. Yeah."

Michelle brought her daughter to sprawl on the floor with her while Ms Buxton cleaned up. They snuggled together, neither speaking, simply enjoying the moment and being close; mother and daughter together in intimacy. Several minutes passed before Ms Buxton spoke to them.

"Michelle, take the rest of the day off and take Morgan home. I think some time together will be good for the two of you. Besides, Morgan has a school report to write and so do you. I want a full accounting of the rest of your day. I expect both to meet my usual standards."

Michelle and Morgan fumbled into their clothes although neither put their panties back on. Holding hands and with big smiles, they closed the door behind them.