Free Folly by Jassy Mackenzie Page A

– I really don’t understand what this has to do with disciplinary procedures,’ he blustered, as he bent to untie his laces.
    â€˜Oh, trust me, it will become clear to you soon enough. In any case, you have no choice in this regard. I’m going by the book and simply doing my job. You are welcome to look at a copy of the procedure. It’s right here.’ I tapped the diary again and then I gave him another long stare. ‘You know, looking at you, I don’t feel …There is still something not right … I’m going to have to ask you to take off your trousers as well.’
    â€˜My trousers?’ he yelped.
    â€˜It says here in section 3b, subsection 4a, that trousers must be removed if they are dark in colour. Yours are, in fact, dark in colour, Mr Lowly, so off they must come.’
    â€˜They’re grey,’ he muttered defiantly, stepping out of them and slinging them over the back of the chair.
    Holy hell, I couldn’t miss the sight of his erection, jutting out in front of him, obvious through his red cotton Y -fronts. My slave was already enormously aroused, and I have to admit that the sight of it gave me a tiny frisson of power.
    â€˜Oh dear,’ I intoned sorrowfully, allowing my gaze to rest on that area. ‘Oh dear.’
    â€˜What now?’
    â€˜You’ve just violated clause 4c of the disciplinary procedure. No workers may become erect whilst in the human resources offices.’
    â€˜I didn’t know … How was I to know that? I can’t help it!’
    â€˜You were supposed to familiarise yourself with company protocol when you started your job, Mr Lowly. And if you can’t control your erections, how am I supposed to believe you have the necessary discipline to apply yourself properly to your work? You really are going to require a lot of correction. You are a problem case, I can tell. Now, if you would kindly pull your underpants down to your ankles so that I can see just how much of a violation this represents.’
    â€˜I don’t think that is appropriate!’
    â€˜Today, I am the one who decides what is appropriate, and I am telling you to lower your underpants down to your ankles right now, or I will have to step over there and do it myself. And that will make me very angry, Mr Lowly.’
    Letting out a frustrated sigh, my client fumbled his pants down, over his cock and then over his knees, and stooped to push them around his ankles.
    Time for me to become physically involved. The build-up to the punishment was over. I stood up on legs that felt they were vibrating from ankle to thigh. Still with my coat firmly buttoned around me, I walked over to where he was standing. With my legs placed slightly apart I stood about a metre away from him and peered at his erection.
    â€˜Hmmm. I hope you’re not too proud of that cock, Mr Lowly. It is a rather substandard specimen. I do believe it may be the most inferior one that Human Resources has ever seen. In fact, I find it offending to the eye.’
    â€˜I am sorry, Mistress Caine.’
    â€˜Remember you do not have permission to touch – or fondle – that disobedient organ until the disciplinary procedure is completed. Such action is strictly forbidden until further notice, and depending on your behaviour, may even be indefinitely banned.’
    â€˜I understand, Mistress. Thank you.’
    â€˜Walk to the punishment horse in the middle of the room, and bend down over it,’ I told him. ‘No, no. I don’t want you taking your underpants off. They must stay around your ankles.’
    Lowly made his shuffling way to the horse and bent down over the clean towel I had placed on top of it.
    I unbelted my coat and shrugged it off.
    And there I stood, in my basque and suspender-clad finery. I pulled on the gloves and picked up the jumping crop with the large leather flap.
    If he laughed when he saw me, I was absolutely going to go and kill