Obedience training By Beta man "Roll your eyes once more and you're going over my knee", she said. I looked at her expecting to see a smile, but she looked quite serious. "Excuse me, what did you say?", I asked, giving her the opportunity to retract or at least make light of the remark. Instead she looked at me directly and said, "You heard". I laughed. She didn't. Unsure what was happening I looked at Caroline with a puzzled expression. We had worked together for the past three years, I had shown her the job when she first started, but about six months ago she had been promoted and was now my line manager. After an initial period when she seemed apologetic for her promotion, she quickliy settled into her new role with it's attendant responsibilities. She began dressing differently. The clothes she now wore were more expensive and maybe a little more provocative than we had been used to in the office, and though there was a murmur of disapproval, there was no doubt that she wore them well, and certainly the men weren't complaining. I had no problem with her promotion, I'd not wanted the job myself, and had actively encouraged her to apply, but clearly there had been moments of awkwardness when she had made a few decisions that I would have not made. Believing myself a team player I had gone along with them, even though my hunches had invariably been proven right. But here we were alone in the office working late and things were taking a turn to the strange. "I need to know I can count on you. I need to know you are obedient", she stated. "Come on Caroline, you know you can count on my support, but it can't be unquestioning, we need to discuss things, but even if we agree to disagree, I've got your back, you know that don't you?" I asked. "I don't regard eye-rolling as 'having my back', so I think a little obedience training is in order", she said, maintaining eye contact with a steely gaze. "You can't be serious. What makes you think I would comply?", I asked. "You would have no choice but to comply, either you obey me or I dominate and break you down until you comply through fear". She spoke softly, but with supreme confidence. Unthinkingly I rolled my eyes. "You're crazy if you think that...", she stopped me mid-sentence by simply raising an eye brow. I laughed again, though this time a little nervously. "Look we've known each other for a while now", she began, "and I think that it's clear that you know in your heart that if I want to, I can do pretty much anything I want to you, and there's very little you'd be able to do to stop me. So you have to decide if you are going to quietly obey me in private, or if you want me to publicly humiliate and dominate you". This time she did smile. I sat in front of her, speechless wondering if it were true and what my options were. I was both affronted and oddly a little afraid. She was either supremely confident or a world class bluffer. I was ten years older, six inches taller and probably seventy pounds heavier - though I knew all too well that was not all muscle. Yet here she was talking to me as though she could have no doubt that she could take me and bend me to her will. Unthinkingly, I looked away. When I looked back she was smiling even more broadly. As though reading my mind she began explaining our situation, "To be honest you're a big man but you're out of shape, not only that, but you've spent long enough taking surreptitious looks at me, when you think I'm not looking, to know just how toned and fit I am, and I assume you have the imagination to work out what fit as fuck me could do to roly poly you, if I were angry, or just inclined to hurt you". "You know you can't do this in the workplace, I'd report you, I'd sue the company, I would...." I stopped unsure what I would do but I hoped reason would bring her to her senses. "Well why don't I dominate and hurt you, and you can decide how much pain and humiliation you think you'd like forever linked with your name". She moved her seat backwards away from her desk, crossed her leg, and patted her lap as an invitation to me, "Make it easy on yourself". I'm embarrassed to say that I considered her offer. I looked at her pencil skirt and the glimpse of toned leg revealed beneath. I followed it down to her stilletoed shoe dangling from one foot. "Strip and come over here", she ordered. It seems silly, but the one thing that stopped me was that I didn't want to strip and show her just how aroused I'd become by the whole situation. We were interupted by a sound next door, our boss Charlie who had finally returned to his office, having gone to a meeting just after lunch. "Charlie", I shouted. Caroline looked coldly at me, "Is this what you mean by having my back?" she asked. "I need this to stop now. It stops, and I say nothing. It's your call Caroline", I held her stare. "Well someone's found his balls all of a sudden, and just as I'm noticing your erection", she said, apparently none too phased by my threat. "Do you think he'll believe you?" Charlie came into our office filled with good cheer, "My two favourites working late, which is why you're my favourites. Everything okay?", he looked over from Caroline to me and then back to Caroline. "Well if I'm not needed...", Charlie moved towards the door. "We do have a problem Charlie", Caroline stated quite bluntly. I looked at her and wondered once more how far she would go bluffing. Caroline smiled and laughed. "I value loyalty above all else, but I feel I'm being undermined at every turn Charlie, so I wish to introduce an obedience course". It was my turn to laugh, "An obedience course! That doesn't do justice to what she wants to do Charlie". But before I could begin to explain further, Caroline had turned her chair to face Charlie and was smoothing the front of her skirt. I looked at Charlie, but he was looking imploringly at Caroline, slowly shaking his head. "She wants to...", I stopped talking, and watched as Caroline patted her lap, and Charlie started to tear up. He avoided looking at me, and began to slowly undress. "Charlie what are you doing? Charlie stop!" I cried, but he ignored me. Caroline, however, was smiling at me from ear to ear. "Charlie between the two of us we can easily take her", I stated as firmly as I could, but he just shook his head as he stripped himself naked. Caroline appraised the naked, aroused man stood in front of her. Then with a small hand gesture, she guided Charlie to kneel prone at her side. This he did without question. She then turned to me and once more patted her lap. I looked from Caroline to Charlie. I sat motionless, not so much defiant, as uncertain as to what I could do, it would certainly help if Charlie would join forces with me, I tried one last plea, "Charlie I'm not going to put up with this nonsense. If need be I'll fight her. I know I can take her, but it would be massively appreciated, if you acknowledged how outrageous her behaviour is". He seemed to flinch, and I knew I was on my own. Caroline laughed. "Unlike yourself, Charlie understands the importance of obedience. He knows that if he helps you, he will be spanked over my knee and then have you, aroused no doubt, bent over him while you are spanked". "Just obey her", I heard Charlie mutter. Suddenly, I rushed her, hoping to catch her off guard, but instead she pivoted, gripped my arm, fell backwards and with her legs in my stomach, she managed to throw me over her shoulder. I clattered into the wall behind her. I lay disorientated trying to get my bearings. I should try to get up as quickly as possible to ensure she could not take advantage of my vulnerable position, but when I looked over at her, she was hanging her blouse on a hanger. If her blouse had been eye catching it was nothing compared to her underwear which seemed designed to arouse lust in any red blooded man. "So you want to play rough?", she asked. "I don't want to hurt you Caroline, let's just leave it as it is", I pleaded. But she continued moving furniture towards the wall so there was a clear combat area in the middle. I noticed Charlie was now kneeling in a corner facing the walls. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I lay motionless, it was true what she had earlier said, I had looked at her surreptitiously, despite my better instincts. The truth was that I had a crush on her which I had fought against as hard as I could, but occasionally she would make some small gesture or movement and I could feel myself smitten once more. I had honestly tried to avoid doing anything that might be inappropriate or embarass her, but clearly I had failed, and now she stood in front of me looking sensational, stripped to underwear, stockings and stilletoes. "Stop Caroline, I can't fight you, I won't fight you, I give in. If I've done something to upset you then I apologise unconditionally", I said. "Too little, too late", she said, "now you're going to understand just how obedient you can be". "I won't hit you". "I don't think you could, even if you wanted, but strip and I will go easy on you", she said. She then performed a precise cartwheel, landing just inches in front of me. I'd earlier thought she looked sensational, but now up close that word seemed to be selling her short, her whole physique looked like she had researched the perfect body and then improved on it, enhanced further by her chosen underwear, that did it's job accentuating every toned feminine curve she possessed. "I won't strip", I mumbled into her thighs, as she pulled my head up and between her thighs, "I wo...." was all I said before screaming in pain. The next few minutes she did whatever she wanted to cause me pain. A schoolgirl pin followed a figure-four choke hold. There followed a grapevine that had me teetering close to coming as she seemed to be tearing me in half. As with the other holds I was helpless to stop her, they came to and at the time of her choosing, which was usually just after I had screamed. There followed a particularly painful reverse headscissors that combined the sexual ecstasy of witnessing up close the extraordinary flexing of her curved muscular ass as she inflicted excruciating pain as I was squeezed unconscious again and again. At one point I came around to find my hands placed on her cheeks, "well I feel I'm going to have to report you to HR for inappropriate touching", she teased. I finally came around to find myself mid air across Caroline's shoulders. She was talking to Charlie, who was clearly aroused by her complete control of me. She then performed an airplane spin and dropped me onto the floor, where she dropped knee first on to my chest. I felt crushed and found myself passing out once more. When I awoke I was lying face down and stripped to the waist. I felt the piercing pain of her stilettos on my back. "Still not ready to strip?", she asked. I flailed at her leg trying to bring her down, but failed and instead she chose to grab me by the hair and drag me across the floor. I scuttled as best I could to keep up with her bold stride. She then turned and dragged me back again by my hair. She then stopped and kicked me forcibly in my side. As I lay in a ball, I felt her unfasten my belt, before grabbing me by both ankles and dragging me back across the floor once more, until pulling my trousers off with a flourish worthy of a bullfighter. I lay on the floor my eyes closed and stripped to my underwear, hoping to pass out and be allowed to rest. There was an eerie silence. I heard the thud of boxing gloves landing beside my face. "Put them on", I heard Caroline say. I opened my eyes and there she stood above me shadow boxing. Again, temporarily forgetting my plight, I looked at her bewitched by just how extraordinarily sexy she was, and I could feel myself once more aroused, as I watched her breasts bounce and jiggle in a manner that tested her bra makers expertise. "Boxing gloves ? Who has boxing gloves at work?", I spluttered. "Someone who came prepared, who has planned this for months, someone who knows that they have to completely break you to ensure you're left in no doubt as to who you owe your obedience", Caroline said, casting a quick glance at Charlie in the corner. "I'm not going to box you Caroline, I have boxed, and I really could hurt you. Despite all this, I don't want to hurt you", I said. "I know you've boxed, which is why I've tenderised you first. I also doubt you've ever fought somebody while nursing a raging erection for your opponent, but maybe you have, I'll make no judgement. But if you can put me down then both you and Charlie can get dressed and walk away", Caroline winked at me. Of course she knew what she was doing, she had summarised my position precisely, and had given me the incentive to try. Once stood erect, I tried throwing a few shots, but each one was slower than intended and telegraphed. Caroline simply bobbed and weaved until she decided it was time to hurt me which she did with ruthless efficiency, throwing crunching combinations that left me hurt, and confused as to how to defend myself against the onslaught. I found myself slumping forward and falling at her feet. I stayed down and thought it was over, but there was no count and Caroline continued to shadowbox. "Get your breath back, we go again in sixty seconds", she said. "But you knocked me out, it's over", I replied. "No I knocked you down, not out", she corrected me, "I'm going to knock you down a few more times until finally I'm going to make you come and then I'll knock you out, and when you come around you will be naked and over my lap, and you will realise everything I said had come true, that I had complete domination over you and you were helpless to stop me", she was smiling when she finally said, "but who knows maybe you'll surprise me". I didn't surprise her, except maybe by coming sooner than she had planned, or maybe not. She had as predicted knocked me down a few more times, and at the time I was only upright because she seemed to be holding me up with one gloved hand and punching me at will with the other. The whole time shecwas explaining to me what she was doing to me and how that would be effecting me, which was just as well as I remained confused and conflicted between physical pain and sexual longing. Then in a matter of seconds it was all over she had switched to pumelling my stomach, when suddenly she stopped. She cupped my chin with one hand and looked into my punch drunk face, and smiled. I found myself smiling back. I rolled my eyes. She swung, I came, and seconds later, with two jabs and a haymaker, she knocked me out. I'm not sure how long I was out, but I woke up to find myself naked and draped over her lap. She had one hand pressed against the back of my head holding me in postion, and the other placed on my behind. "You understand that everything you've endured until now, could have been avoided if only you had been a true team player and obeyed my initial command", she said this with a slow enunciation usually reserved for simple people. "But then I would never have seen just how magnificent you are", I surprisingly found myself saying. "I would never have felt your true strength, I would not have experienced your intoxicating power, or seen how wonderful you look in your underwear. Now when I pledge my loyalty, and you know I will, you know that it is true". I meant every word, and hoped my sincerity might save me any more pain. "That's so sweet", she said, slowly caressing my behind, "and in any other circumstances it might spare you, but truthfully, this is my favourite part, and I've waited three years to administer this spanking, so....." I couldn't believe that with everything that had happened already, I was once more becoming aroused, even though I knew, or at least I thought I knew what was coming, as Charlie was now once more knelt beside Caroline, and he held out in his hand my belt, a wooden ruler, a riding crop, and a mean looking paddle. Charlie looked sympathetically at me, and then rolled his eyes. A split second later the real pain began.