Office Discipline

Fiction: But I’ve noticed the way his gaze lingers on the top button of my blouse,

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Most workplaces are (at least somewhat) hierarchical. The bosses rule over the employees with expectations.

The employees retaliate with whispered complaints in the restroom, and making sure occasional tension stings the air.

But not all tension is bad.

My name is Joy and I know how to play the game — I am sharp, competent, the kind of employee who delivers results and makes herself invaluable and available. But I also know that sometimes a different kind of persuasion is required to get what I want. Indeed, what I need. And if there’s one thing I understand, it’s how to walk the line between professional and… erm… provocative.

My boss Mr. Dalloway is not an easy man to read. He’s composed, precise, always in control. But I’ve noticed the way his gaze lingers on the top button of my blouse. How his hands sometimes fall onto his lap when I stand too close to his desk. And his lips purse when I test boundaries.

Today, I pushed it a little by missing a deadline by minutes and followed with an email skirting on the edge of being flippant. Then later I held his eyes a fraction too long during an office meeting.

Intentional things meant to aggravate… just a little.

And now, as I stand in his office with the door shut behind me, his expression is unreadable, yet today I know I have won his full attention.

“Miss Garter,” he says, voice low and measured. “I believe we need to discuss your… conduct.”

I put my shoulders back and tilt my head, feigning innocence. “Of course, Mr. Dalloway. I’m always willing to receive constructive feedback in what ever way you feel is appropriate.”

His brow creases as he studies me. Then, slow and deliberately, he leans back in his chair. “Tell me, Joy, do you believe in consequences?”

My pulse quickens and my core warms. He used my first name and mentioned consequences. “I believe a good boss ensures their employees learn from their mistakes.”

“And how do you propose I ensure that, Miss Garter?” The air between us is crackling with electricity.

I step closer, the corner of my mouth curling just enough to be seen. “I also think a good boss needs to be convinced the lesson is necessary.” I pause before continuing with my punch line. Or should I say, spank line…
“I want to learn from you.”

Mr. Dalloway exhales slowly, his gaze stern and unreadable. “You make a very compelling case.” He pushes his chair back ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, lock the door, Miss Garter, then lift your skirt and bend over my desk.”

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