The Accountant's Lesson

Paige was an accountant who had fallen on hard times. She wasn’t making enough money to afford her place, her student loans, and her other expenses. We had hired her as our accountant some time ago and since my writing and Amy’s car sales had taken off (see A Lesson in Sales) we decided to take her in to try to help her get back on her feet. She had a good head for business and started assisting me with getting my writing published. Soon, I was making enough income from writing that I hired her as my full-time assistant. She continued to do accounting on the side to help shore up her financial situation. Paige was grateful for the opportunity we’d given her and threw herself into her work. She even insisted on dressing as if she were working in a corporate office, which of course was no problem for me. I tried to tell her she could dress casually anytime, unless we were going to have a meeting with a potential publisher, but she would have none of it. As any red-bl**ded man would do, I checked her out from time to time. She occasionally caught me doing so, but merely smiled and kept on working. She knew she was an attractive woman. Many was the time I wanted to see more, but because of our business relationship I decided it was for the best not to push it. One night, Amy came home full of excitement. “I had my best sales day by a longshot today!” she exclaimed. “Let’s go celebrate!” “Ok, hon,” I said. “Let me get my coat.” “Well, I was kind of hoping to do a girls’ night out with Paige, if you wouldn’t be upset,” Amy explained. “Would that be ok?” I really had no problem with that. “Ok, hon, I’ve been in a decent little writing groove this afternoon anyway. I should keep going as long as it’s working this well.” Amy and Paige headed towards the garage. I watched them walk away, truly appreciating the view of the two beautiful women who lived under my roof. I went back to writing and despite some distraction thinking about them, I got some solid work done. They returned sometime after 11:00, giddy and a little d***k. They were giggling as if they had a secret between them. I shrugged it off and we all went to bed. I fell asl**p because I was very tired; they fell asl**p from the alcohol. The next day, Amy went off to work and Paige and I got started on the business of creating and selling my words. Paige still had a look on her face similar to the one she had the night before, without the air of drink. All through the morning she kept looking at me with that look, giggling, and then looking away. I let it go for the morning, but when we stopped to have a little lunch I had to know what was going on. “Ok, Paige, you’ve been looking at me like the cat that ate the canary all morning,” I said. “What’s going on, am I the butt of some joke you two had or what?” I wasn’t angry, but the grinning and giggling had to come to an end. “Oh, nothing…” she replied. “Tell me,” I said. “Well, remember when Amy’s career at the dealership suddenly turned around? I’d wondered how that happened. I mean, it was overnight that she started selling well. So last night after we’d had a few drinks, I decided to try to pry it out of her, find out what happened. And she told me the whole story of what you did.” There was nothing in her tone that indicated she was shocked or disgusted by the events. In fact, she sounded more fascinated. “Well, yes, I did teach her a little lesson. She enjoyed it.” “Yes, she told me she LOVED it. I have to admit I wouldn’t have guessed you guys were into bondage at all. Can I ask, how long have you been tying her up?” I figured there was no need to make anything up. “I’ve been tying Amy up since we were dating.” “I see. And she seems like a far naughtier girl than I figured.” “I suppose so.” “You want to know something?” “What’s on your mind?” “I’m even naughtier than Amy. If I started dressing inappropriately and doing my job poorly, would you have to teach me a lesson?” “Well, we’ll cross that bridge should we come to it.” “You don’t have the guts. I’m not your wife.” She was taunting me. She was being overconfident without knowing it. I decided not to play up to her. “Let’s get back to work, ok?” I suggested. We went the rest of the day going about our business like we usually did. I tried to write, she tried to sell my writing. We had a decently productive afternoon and had no more mention of “lessons.” Amy came home, and we went about having a quiet evening at home. Paige didn’t mention our conversation to Amy. The next day after Amy was out the door, Paige arrived in the office dressed a little sexier than usual. Instead of her usual 2 ½” heels, she was wearing a pair of 4” pumps. Her skirts usually were just above the knee. This one was about a third of the way up her thighs. She didn’t wear hosiery very often, but she was today. Her blouse was unbuttoned, showing off quite a bit of cleavage and lace from her bra. She was trying to bait me, but I didn’t respond. We didn’t have anyone to meet with today, so a somewhat racy outfit wasn’t a problem other than to my concentration. And she did look good, if a little trashy. Paige never mentioned our previous conversation and didn’t do anything poorly. I let it all go. Over the next few days her heels got higher and her skirts shorter. She started wearing tanks instead of blouses and stopped wearing her suit jackets. I enjoyed the look, but knew I was going to have to nip this in the bud, or she was going to think she could get away with anything. The next day she went all-out to show me how trashy she could look. She wore a tight black miniskirt and a pink spaghetti strap tank (Amy must have told her what she wore that day I gave her a lesson) and no bra. She wore stockings – when she sat down, her garter bumps showed, and sometimes her skirt hiked up enough to show off some top. To top it all off, she wore 6” black patent peep-toe pumps. She looked hot and trashy and I definitely thought it was time for a little education. But I wasn’t going to be obvious. So I said my good morning to her and went to work. She tried to show off for me but I didn’t fall for any of it. I just kept my eyes on my computer screen and tried to write. Around noon, I called Paige over to my desk. “Want to go out to lunch today?” I asked. Paige’s eyes widened, but she said, “Yes, that sounds like a great idea. Are you ready to go, or do you need to finish anything up first?” “No, I’m good. Let’s go, I’m hungry.” We got in my car and headed to a quiet restaurant. When she got in the car, she exposed a fair amount of skin on her thigh. She caught me looking and simply smiled back. She was so sure that I didn’t have the guts to teach her about dressing trashy for work. We drove in silence. We arrived at the restaurant, ordered lunch, and started to talk about what we had coming up the next few days. A couple of times she “accidentally” played footsie with me, and I’ll admit I got rock hard every time, but I didn’t let on. She did look fantastic; that fact was confirmed by the appreciative looks the other men in the restaurant gave her. She gave them all little grins in response. After we had finished, we left and on the way home Paige asked if we could stop for coffee. That sounded like a good idea to me, so we got coffee then headed home. We got back into the office and Paige excused herself. That was the time to make my move. A few days previously I had called my connection that got me the chloroform I used on Amy and got some roofies from him. I placed the d**g in her coffee and went back to my desk. She returned to her desk and started working, all the while drinking her coffee. The d**gs took effect and she started drowsing. A few minutes after that, she had fallen asl**p at her desk. Now it was time for her to learn her lesson. I carried her down to the basement, into the room that I always kept locked. Gently I placed her down on the bench inside the room and started getting her ready. She was going to be out for a while, but that was ok with me. I was in no rush. The bench had ankle stirrups. I placed her ankles in the stirrups and secured them. I adjusted the stirrups to keep her legs wide open. I then took out some handcuffs and cuffed her wrists, then attached them to an eyebolt with a carabiner. Now her hands were well above her head. Lastly, I placed the same ring gag I’d used on Amy in her mouth. Her jaw would be sore from having it in as long as it was going to be in, but she’d be ok. I went back upstairs, poured myself a drink, and waited. Paige woke up a while later and started to struggle against her bonds. She tried to scream against the gag and found it difficult. It was time for me to go have a talk with her. “Paige, you’re restrained. Don’t bother trying to get free. You’re also gagged. We’re in the basement, so nobody is going to hear you. You told me you’re naughtier than Amy, and then started dressing trashy for work, almost as if you wanted me to teach you a lesson. You made the mistake of saying I didn’t have the guts to do this. Trust me, I’m going to do this.” With that, I got out a pair of scissors. “Paige, I know Amy told you what I did to her, so I’m sure you’ll understand what theses scissors are for,” and I cut the straps of her tank. I peeled the tank downward to show off her tits. Her nipples were as hard as rocks. I cut the tank away, and then played with her tits, sucking and biting her nipples. She groaned her pleasure through the gag. I moved down to her skirt and pushed it up high enough to expose her stockings and garters. “Now these are very hot,” I said. “And your fuck heels are every bit as hot as the ones Amy wears. You’re doing well.” I then cut off her skirt and her thong. I got up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be back in a minute, Paige,” I said. “Relax, you’re going to be all right.” I walked out the door, closing and locking it. About an hour later, I returned to the room. Paige tried to say something through her gag once the door opened, but her words caught in her mouth. Standing beside me was Amy, hands cuffed behind her back, clad in only a pair of pantyhose, her 5” strappy fuck sandals, a ballgag, and a strapon. Now it was time to begin in earnest. “Paige, you don’t know how long you were out, but it was long enough for Amy to come home, for me to explain to her what was going on, and then for me to cut your clothes off. Now, we both are going to teach you a lesson.” Amy positioned herself between Paige’s legs. Paige was already fairly wet, so the strapon entered her easily. Paige bucked hard against the strapon. I straddled her abdomen and pushed her tits together. I slid my erect cock between them. Paige responded with even louder groaning. “Paige, you are a naughty girl. And your outfit today was wholly inappropriate for anything other than getting fucked. Do you understand?” Paige moaned a yes through her gag. “Paige, from now on you will dress how I tell you for work. Do you understand?” Again, a moaned yes. “Paige, from now on, your skirt will be an appropriate length and you will wear a bra. You will wear hosiery every day. You may continue to wear high heels; in fact, you will wear a minimum of 4” heels. Do you understand?” Again, Paige moaned her “yes.” After that, I stopped tit-fucking her and had Amy stop fucking her as well. I removed the strapon from Amy’s hips. I then ripped a hole in Amy’s pantyhose and got out a double-ended dildo from the toy drawer. I slid it into Paige’s pussy, then had Amy get on top of Paige and mount the dildo. I watched as Amy squirmed over Paige, the dildo doing its work on the two of them. I again straddled Paige, this time shoving my cock into her mouth through the ring gag. Paige started working my cock furiously as Amy pumped her. I got close to cumming, so I pulled my cock out of Paige’s mouth. I helped Amy get off the dildo and sit on Paige’s face. I pulled the dildo out of Paige’s pussy and shoved my cock in and pumped her fast and furious. Paige was doing her best to lick Amy’s pussy through the ring gag. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. She was about to cum. I was ready for her. She came and came hard. I was ready too. I came in her pussy, as hard as I can remember ever cumming. Amy came almost immediately afterwards from Paige’s tongue work. I pulled myself out of Paige, and had Amy come over to Paige’s pussy. I took off Amy’s gag and she got down on her knees and licked the cum out of Paige’s pussy. I took off Paige’s gag and Amy came over to share a cum-filled kiss with Paige. They kissed passionately, sharing my cum. When they were finished, I took off Amy’s handcuffs and released Paige. “Paige, are you going to try to test me again?” “No, I’m not. And I will make sure I follow your dress code to the letter.” “We’re going to have more lessons like this in the future, regardless of your behavior.” “Yes, I understand.” “So, one final thing before we all go get cleaned up and dressed. Do you still think you’re naughtier than Amy?” “I’m not sure. I was pretty surprised to get fucked by my s****r with a strapon.”