Disciplined By Daddy In The Office

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“A Rough, Virgin-Anal, Double-team Sex Encounter”



Alison is due for an appraisal, and because of the amount of extra hours she’s been putting in at work, she’s sure that she’s about to be promoted. But when her boss (who is also her stepfather) passes her over – she gets angry. Alison blows up at him in front of his entire workforce, making him look a complete fool. But her stepdad doesn’t take criticism lightly, and he immediately enlists the help of one of his colleagues to help put his daughter in her place. She learns discipline the hard way, in a rough and reluctant sex encounter, including double penetration.


I sat behind my desk, chewing my pencil nervously as I watched the clock ticking by. I’d been waiting for my appraisal for almost an hour, and it was obvious that they were running late. I knew I should be getting on with my work in the meantime, but I just couldn’t concentrate. This appraisal really did mean everything to me; it was my shot at a big promotion and my chance to begin my steady climb up the corporate ladder.

People thought that, because my stepdad owned the firm I was working at, I was immediately going to get handouts and preferential treatment. But this couldn’t have been further from the truth. My stepdad was extra specially hard on me at work, as if he was trying to prove a point that he didn’t treat family members any differently, and never had favourites. When I graduated college a year ago I had really struggled to get a job. The economy wasn’t great, and as time went by I struggled more and more and eventually ended up having to move back in with my stepdad and my mom. After living with them for a couple of months and still having no luck with my job hunt, my stepdad took me on as an intern. At the time it was like the answer to all of my prayers, and I never stopped being grateful to him — but whilst at work I did feel like I was being overlooked and discriminated against.

Every time I went the extra mile, stayed behind late or came in early to get my work up to scratch, every time I sacrificed my weekends so that I could come into the office and catch up on my paperwork, I never ever received any recognition! I wasn’t expecting banners and flags, or any sort of public display of acknowledgement for that matter. All I wanted was a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘well done’ from my stepdad, or any of the other higher management team.

But it seemed that everybody at the firm was under strict instructions not to give out praise or encouragement to me. Nothing I ever did seemed to catch anybody’s eye, and the harder I tried the more they strived to ignore me. It was almost as if they were petrified of being seen to be favouring me in some way. I really was the black sheep of the office. Let’s face it, the bosses daughter isn’t exactly the most popular of people. Nobody trusted me enough to let me into their social groups, and a lot of people regarded me with contempt from the moment I walked through the doors.

They all thought I was only there because of my stepdad. None of them knew that I actually earned my place. I had a degree in business studies, and I had to take the aptitude and psychometric tests to be considered for the position just like all the other interns. The only advantage I got from my stepdad being the managing director was the fact that I didn’t have to catch the train into work every morning.

I flinched as I bit into my pencil so hard that it snapped, causing me to jump in shock and the people around me to look up from their desks. I was too nervous to feel embarrassed, and took another pencil from the pot on my desk and began chewing again. I know it was a bit of a strange habit, I just figured it was better than chewing my nails. I really was that nervous.

“Alison, Mr Corbyn will see you now” a female voice said from beside me, suddenly. I looked up and saw Janet, my stepdad’s assistant standing there. She was wearing her usual false smile, and permanently surprised expression. I smiled and nodded her thankfully, then got up from my desk and followed her along the central partition of the large office towards the boardroom. I realised that my palms were sweating, and hurriedly tried to dry them, rubbing vigorously on my pencil skirt.

I knew that my stepdad and the rest of the management team had been assessing the interns over the last month, and that it taken them a long time to come to their decision. But I still felt it necessary to dress to impress on the day that the news about whether or not I was going to be promoted was being broken to me. I wore a ruby red blouse and teamed it with a cropped black jacket and tight black pencil skirt. I wore black high-heeled court shoes and sheer stockings that accentuated my long, supple legs in an obvious and yet classy way. My hair was tied up on top of my head in a tight bun, and I wore just a hint of makeup. Dressing to impress helped me to feel more confident, but it did not stop my hand from trembling slightly as I reached out and pushed open the boardroom door.

I stepped inside with my head held high, and was a little shocked when I found that only my stepdad was sitting there. I was under the impression that my appraisal would be conducted by the whole of the higher management team, but obviously I had been mistaken. I stepdad fixed his penetrating gaze on me, and then gestured towards the seat in front of his desk. I nodded curtly and sat down. My stepdad was so formal, and he absolutely refused to break out of his managing director persona, even for his own daughter. Most people would have called that hard-core professionalism, but I just thought it was plain unnecessary.

“I trust you know why you’re here, Miss Corbyn” my stepdad said. I really had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Miss Corbyn? What was wrong with just plain old Alison? But, I decided to humour him and nodded politely in answer to his question.

“I’d like to start by saying that I’ve been extremely impressed with your performance over the last couple of months” my stepdad said, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the papers in front of him as he spoke “you have shown a lot of initiative and a lot of potential. I have to say that you have surpassed my expectations, and I am truly grateful for the work that you’ve put in.”

My heart was racing as he spoke these words, but I kept my expression neutral. I didn’t want him to know how elated I was by what he was saying to me, so I strived to keep myself looking professional. He didn’t look up from his papers, however. It was as if he couldn’t look me in the eye. That idea made me a little bit uncomfortable, and I studied his face as he continued to sing my praises. He looked almost… nervous.

“No matter what the outcome of this meeting” my stepdad said, briefly flitting his eyes away from the papers in front of him to meet my own, “I want you to know that you have done a fantastic job and you are an asset to this company.”

I felt a rising panic beginning to bubble over in my chest. I didn’t like where this was going at all, not one little bit. It was quite clear what he was doing. He was letting me down gently.

“Have I done enough to be promoted?” I blurted out, suddenly devoid of all professionalism and slipping back into being a petulant teenager. I was irritated and anxious, and it showed in my voice. I didn’t care at that moment; I was impatient and I wanted to know.

My stepdad looked up from the papers and stared me in the face. He was a little bit flushed around the cheeks, and his mouth was pursed into a thin line. I knew that face all too well. He was angry, and he was trying not to show it. But he was also nervous, and I knew that was a feeling that wouldn’t rest very well with him. It was probably making him even more agitated, even more angry!

“Well, since you’ve decided to speak so plainly I can only do the same” he said, clasping his hands together in front of him “I’m sorry Alison, but I just don’t think that the role of junior assistant is one that is cut out for you.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was absolutely devastated, and it showed in my face, but I was determined not to cry. I channelled my emotions, trying to remain dignified and calm but it was no use. The only thing I could do to stop myself from crying was to get angry. I clenched my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. I’d never felt like that before, and I was surprised by how quickly the rage took over. Maybe it was the months of stress and heartache leading up to this moment that did it, or maybe it was the look on my stepdad’s face as he broke the news to me. He didn’t even look upset. Just nervous and a little bit irritated.

“This is ridiculous” I spat “we both know the only reason you haven’t promoted me is because of your stupid obsession with not being seen to give preferential treatment. It’s not my fault I’m your daughter, and if you were going to be so discriminatory towards me then you shouldn’t have offered me the internship in the first place!”

I don’t know how, but I was somehow on my feet now, my arms rigid at my sides as I bent over the desk and scowled down at his shocked face. I didn’t care though. At that moment he was no longer my boss. In fact he was no longer my stepdad. He was just a man who had hurt me bitterly, and I needed him to know about it.

“This is just typical of you” I continued, my voice rising in volume and making him look even more nervous “you’ve had issues with me from day one! At home you barely talk to me, you avoid me like the plague and whenever we’re alone in a room together you make up some bullshit excuse and leave. What is it? What is your fucking problem with me?”

I’d lost it. I just didn’t care. Everything that was coming out of my mouth was true and he knew it. Since I’d moved home from college everything had been so strange between us that he just didn’t feel like my stepdad any more. He was cold and distant, and yet strangely obsessive — demanding to know what I was doing and who I was with all hours when I was outside of work, and yet taking absolutely no interest in me when I was in the office with him. He’d even changed the way that he looked at me, as surreal as that sounded. It was like he was a complete stranger — and now he was worse than a stranger to me. It was like he was my enemy!

“I will thank you, Alison, to keep work issues and personal issues separate!” Now he was standing up out of his chair, his palms face down on the desk as he leaned in towards me. I could see the rage mounting in his eyes too, but it didn’t bother me. I’d had enough of him, and I’d had enough of his stupid firm.

“Personal issues?” I shouted, hearing my voice echo around the room “don’t patronise me. We both know that the only one with personal issues is you!”

I spun around on my heel and stomped towards the door, feeling my rage reaching a climax. I swung open the door and then in one final moment of anger fuelled madness I shouted over my shoulder;

“Go Fuck yourself, Dad!”

I slammed the door behind me so hard I heard the blinds fall down, exposing my stepdad to the rest of the office, standing there, red-faced and open mouthed in shock. I really had done it this time. There was absolutely no way that he’d let me keep my internship after this. And I knew that I’d probably have to start looking for a new place to live as well.

I walked over to my desk and started clearing away my things, but to my surprise my stepdad followed me out of the boardroom. He stood at the end of the office, staring at me with a scowl on his face. I didn’t stop at I was doing, though. I just ignored him.

“Everybody out!” he bellowed. The entire office looked up from what they were doing, and stared at him. There were a few nervous murmurs and then he bellowed his order once again. Everybody quickly scrambled to their feet and rush out of the office, evidently too scared to protest. I have to say that, right then, I too was scared. My stepdad and I had some pretty heated arguments in the past, but I’d never heard him shout like that. I was determined not to let him see that I was nervous though, so I simply stood there with my arms folded across my chest and fixed him with a steely gaze.

To my astonishment he started walking towards me, and the expression on his face had changed completely. He almost looked smug. Like he was somehow triumphant in all of this — like I hadn’t just completely embarrassed him in front of his entire firm. It just didn’t sit right with me and I immediately began to grow nervous.

“I knew you would react like this” my stepdad said, walking towards me with slow, purposeful steps. He had his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket, and regarded me with an intense look in his eyes. It was similar to the looks that he had started giving me now that I lived at home with him, only somehow amplified. “You see, this is just your problem. You lack discipline. You’re a hard worker that’s for sure, and you aim to please — but if I were to promote you then you would constantly need keeping in check. You always wear a very bad girl, Alison”

His words were strange, but his expression was even stranger. I didn’t like the way that it made me feel, sending tingles up and down my spine, and a strange clenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was a queasy kind of feeling, but not altogether unpleasant. What was unpleasant was the fact that I was reacting this way, catching myself completely off guard and allowing myself to be somehow seduced and captivated by his words.

“That’s why I decided to enlist a little help today” my stepdad continued, and I heard the sound of a door slamming further down the office, followed by footsteps. “I knew that you’d be a little too much to handle.”

As he spoke the tall blond man came walking up behind him, and then stood next to him with his arms folded across his wide chest. He looked kind of familiar, and I realised he was one of the upper management team. What the hell was he doing here?

“This is Jake” my stepdad said with a sly smile “and he’s going to be helping me make my final decision. It’s also going to help me to teach you a little discipline. You have to agree, Alison, you really do need to learn how to submit. How to be a good girl.”

Jake looked me up and down and then smiled. He glanced over at my stepdad and gave him a wink and a nod. Then what happened next made me cry out in shock. Both men lunged towards me! Jake grabbed my wrists in one hand and my stepdad grabbed me by my waist, pulling me in to a full on kiss! His tongue pushed into my mouth and began to explore me, roughly, as Jake’s hands let go of my wrists and trailed down my back, grabbing at my ass cheeks. I squealed, but it was muffled by my stepdad’ kiss. The strange thing was, though, that even though my hands were now free – I made no attempt to push him off.

He pressed his mouth against mine with a passionate force and I was powerless to stop him. All of a sudden I felt the back of my pencil skirt being unzipped and my bra being unhooked by Jake’s expert hands. It was all happening too fast and I could only gasp and stare wildly at them as they kissed and fondled me. This was my stepdad. My STEPDAD! And here he was, forcing himself on me with such a passionate frenzy that I couldn’t help but get turned on. I felt so ashamed of myself!

But there was no time for shame. And no time to protest, as Jake removed his tie and wrapped it around my face, gagging me so that I couldn’t make a sound. I was utterly helpless and only managed to squeal pathetically as my stepdad wrenched my skirt down around my ankles and Jake removed my jacket and my shirt, then watched my unhooked bra fall away from my body.

I felt a cold chill run through my body as Jake slid his hands down and over the curve of my back, caressing my ass cheeks and sliding his finger down the crease between my cheeks. It was as if he was studying me. I could literally feel his eyes burning into me as he looked me up and down and grunted with approval.

“Mmm you’re right, Mr Corbyn” Jake said “she’s got potential alright!”



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