“No!” Katherine exclaimed, outraged. “There’s absolutely no way - that’s ridiculous! It’s absurd that you’d even suggest it!”

Ana remained seated as her superior loomed over her, still wearing that infuriating smirk of hers. “Oh? I thought it was a pretty sensible idea myself. Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”

Katherine spluttered indignantly, speechless at her underling’s cheek.

When Ana had started working at the office back in November, she’d seemed a decent, if not exceptional, employee. She’d got along well with her colleagues, and Katherine hadn’t had any reason to doubt her character or found any fault with her conduct. But ever since Christmas, she’d gradually started shirking her responsibilities, asking her direct superior to take on more and more of her workload, with the ask quickly evolving into expectation. The worst part was, Katherine found herself agreeing, accepting Ana’s work as her own with barely a complaint. Oh, she objected at first, and every so often she’d object again, trying to persuade Ana to take back some of the workload, but such conversations never went Katherine’s way. Ana had this way of... outmanoeuvring her, beguiling her. Katherine would leave the interactions confused, frustrated, and a little demeaned, having once again meekly complied to Ana’s increasingly unreasonable requests.

By Easter, Katherine was effectively working two jobs in one, while Ana sat at her desk scrolling through Twitter and Reddit all day. The more senior employee felt miserable and helpless, aware that she was being taken advantage of, but powerless to do anything about it. Any time she considered going to her own manager, or to HR, about Ana’s vexatious behaviour and demands, she felt a heavy fog of melancholy overtake her, convincing her it was pointless. Ana would just talk herself out of trouble and continue to get her own way. She might even make Katherine’s life even more difficult.

But this morning, enough was finally enough. Katherine had arrived at work to find Ana sitting behind her desk in her office, rather than at Ana’s own desk in one of the numerous cubicles outside. The stunning brunette was leaning back in Katherine’s revolving chair, nonchalantly filing her nails, and when her superior approached and demanded an explanation, she’d simply remarked that since ‘Katie’ (as Ana had taken to calling her) was effectively doing her job for her - since Katie had taken on the role and responsibilities of someone on a lower level, allowing Ana to do less and less work - it made more sense for them to swap desks, and be situated somewhere that suited their new stations.

Katherine had not taken this well. The usual despondent haze that engulfed her whenever Ana demanded something of her had been dispelled by a surge of anger. “We are not switching,” she raged. “I’ve worked here for three years, Ana. Three years! I earned my promotion, and I earned my office. You’ve been here for six months and you’ve done barely any work for the last four -”

“That’s a really cute skirt, Katie,” Ana remarked casually, interrupting her superior’s rant.

“Wh-uh, thanks,” Katherine mumbled, instantly wrong-footed by the compliment. She struggled to remember what she’d been saying a moment ago. She really wished Ana wouldn’t do that... “Um, yeah, so - you don’t do any work, you keep making me do it instead -”

“Could you give me a little twirl?”

Katherine did a double-take. Ana’s attention was still on her short, navy blue pleated skirt. “Fine,” she sighed, slowly turning on the spot. “The point is, you can’t keep doing this. Doing your work is bad enough, but I’m not giving up my office to you. You need to start actually doing your job again, or I’ll have no choice but to fi-i-ahh-” She froze on the spot, her voice giving out as her eyes and mouth went wide with shock.

As soon as she’d completed a 180 degree turn, facing in the opposite direction, Ana had stuck her hand up the back of Katherine’s skirt and began to fondle her butt.

“Wh-whuh - buh -” Katherine stammered.

“Aw, poor thing,” came Ana’s voice, layered with mockery. “This is what happens when you get ideas above your station, Katie! I really thought you’d learned your lesson, but clearly you still need to be taught. Lucky for you, I’m very patient. And I enjoy imparting my wisdom!”

The whole time she spoke, Ana continued to rub and squeeze Katie’s butt cheeks, one after the other. Katie remained rigidly standing on the spot, lost for words, only able to respond with quiet, bewildered mumbles and whimpers. What the fuck was happening?! How could Ana be so openly, flagrantly inappropriate? This was the kind of sexual harassment that could easily get her fired. More to the point, why was Katie standing there and letting it happen? Why couldn’t she speak, or move? Why had she bent forwards slightly, bringing her posterior closer to Ana, making it more accessible for her?

And why was she getting turned on?

“Come sit on my lap, sweetie, come on,” Ana said lightly, withdrawing her hand.

Breathing hard, Katherine scowled, determined to refuse the command. But before she knew it, she was perching on Ana’s thighs, hands clasped on her own lap, staring down at her sniggering subordinate. She blushed deeply and looked at her feet, feeling like a schoolgirl sitting on her Daddy’s knee. “What, what is this?” she asked weakly. “How - how are you -”

“Aw, don’t you remember?” Ana teased, an expression of false sympathy on her face. “No, of course not. Your silly little brain wasn’t meant to remember important things - you’re just meant to do as you’re told. To do as I tell you.”

“N-no,” Katie protested, writhing with frustration on her junior’s lap.

Tutting, Ana slid her hand up the back of her skirt again and gave her butt a squeeze. “Sh-sh-shhh, settle down.” Katie instantly ceased her wriggles with a plaintive moan, her limbs going slack. “Don’t worry, I’ll refresh your memory. I don’t suppose there’s any harm, since you’ll just forget again anyway. There was a hypnotist at the Christmas party - she hypnotised a bunch of the staff, including you. You were such a responsive subject - and you made such a cute kitten! Everyone thought it was hilarious...”

Katie shook her head in total bemusement. She remembered the party, but nothing about any hypnotist.

“Such a shame she didn’t take out your triggers after the show,” Ana remarked casually, an evil grin spreading across her face. “Such a shame she left them in, so I could use them for myself later to put you back in trance, and give you a few more triggers of my own. A few triggers with a common theme.” She emphasised this by squeezing Katie’s butt harder, making her whimper and instinctively rub herself back and forth on Ana’s legs. She knew this was wrong - so, so wrong - but she felt powerless to resist, helpless to escape Ana’s degrading treatment, a prisoner of the hypnotic effect on her mind - and of her own pulsating arousal. She was shamefully wet, so much so that she was sure Ana could feel it through her tights.

“And why would she be so careless with your poor, silly little mind?” Ana frowned and tapped a finger against her bottom lip for a second, as if genuinely perplexed by the question. Then she grinned maliciously. “Oh - because she’s my fiancé. Soon to be my wife, once I’ve successfully usurped you and started getting paid your salary. She deserves the fanciest fucking wedding for this...”

“Won’t,” Katie groaned softly, making an effort to stop humping her underling’s lap and meet her eyes. “You won’t get away with this,” she said defiantly, though her protest came out as a feeble murmur.

Ana sighed and shook her head, though her smile didn’t fade. “Oh dear, oh dear. Still haven’t got the message, huh? Still haven’t learned your place? Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you again, silly girl. Up you get.”

Frowning, Katie stood and took a step away. She tried to take another, but her legs wouldn’t respond, and she instead found herself turning to face Ana again. She tried to call out for help - it wouldn’t be too hard to alert someone in the adjacent offices - but her voice failed her.

Smiling cruelly up at her, Ana patted her thighs. “OK, sweetie, you know the drill. Lie down.”

Katie’s eyes widened with horror. “Wh-what - noo-”

“Yes.” Ana’s own eyes were as cold and hard as stone. Her grin was that of a ravenous predator. She wouldn’t be denied.

Desperately, vainly fighting against her every movement, Katie lowered herself across the chair, her chest and waist on the armrests, her arms and legs dangling over each side, her feet still just about reaching the floor. Chuckling malevolently, Ana pulled up the back of Katie’s skirt. “Mmm, look at that cute ass,” she cooed. “So ripe and round, and pale, just begging for a little colour...”

Katie mewled, almost as horny as she was scared.

“I’m so glad you accepted my fashion advice, darling. This is so much easier since you stopped wearing tights, and started wearing these cute little skirts...”

Fashion advice? Katie didn’t remember Ana giving her any fashion advice. She hadn’t even registered that she didn’t wear tights any more, or that she’d been wearing shorter skirts...

She felt Ana’s palm rubbing over her butt in smooth circles. She felt the hand lift away, and let out a sob. Her subordinate had utterly humbled and dominated her, and it was about to get even worse -

Smack.

The impact on her butt, the harsh cracking sound, the flare of pain - it all sent a shockwave through Katie’s body, and through her mind. Her thoughts blanked out, and she stared vacantly at the grey carpet below her, incapable of doing anything but lying on Ana’s lap, feeling the sting on her ass cheek, the arousal surging through her body, and the weight of her crushing humiliation.

After a few long seconds, she started to regain some cogent thought, although she felt very dazed and light-headed. “Wh-you - stop -” Smack. “Aah!” Another sharp blow on her other cheek whited out her thoughts once again.

And so it went, for longer than Katie was capable of knowing. Every time her mind began to recover, another open-handed strike on her butt blanked her out again. Every time, she took longer to drag herself back to full awareness. Finally, she simply gave up, surrendering to the debasement, the pain, the pleasure. She just lay across her subordinate-turned-superior’s legs, allowing herself to be spanked, her pussy throbbing as much as her butt. Drool fell from her gaping mouth to the floor in a steady stream.

“I think you’re about ready now,” Ana mused. “Open and receptive to my lessons... Repeat after me.” Smack. “Your ass is mine.”

“My ass is yours,” Katie gasped.

Smack. “I own your ass.”

“Y-you own my ass.”

Smack. “I control your hole.”

“You control my h-hole!”

Smack. “I’m your smart superior.”

“You’re my smart superior...”

Smack. “You’re my silly little sub.”

“I’m your silly little sub.”

Smack. “You do anything I say.”

“I do anything you say.”

Smack. “You give me anything I want.”

“I give you anything you want...”

Smack. “You have no will of your own.”

“I have no will of my own.”

Smack. “I’m your Daddy.”

“You’re my Daddy...”

Smack. “You’re a good girl for Daddy.”

“I’m a good girl for Daddy!”

Smack. “You obey your Daddy.”

“I obey my Daddy!”

Smack. “You’re weak and submissive for Daddy.”

“I’m weak and submissive for Daddy.”

Smack. “You’re horny and wet for Daddy.”

“I’m horny and wet for Daddy.”

Smack. “Your ass is mine.”

“My ass is yours.”

Smack. “I control your hole.”

“You control my hole...”

“Very good. Now, repeat any of those you can remember, whenever I spank you.”

Smack. “My ass is yours.” Smack. “You control my hole.” Smack. “You’re my smart superior.” Smack. “I’m your silly little sub.” Smack. “I do anything you say.” Smack. “I give you anything you want.” Smack. “I have no will of my own.” Smack. “I’m weak and submissive for Daddy.” Smack. “I’m horny and wet for Daddy.” Smack. “I’m a good girl for Daddy.” Smack. “I obey my Daddy...”

“Good girl!” Ana rubbed Katie’s bright red butt in mock fondness. Then she pulled down her skimpy panties, parted her cheeks, and slid a finger into her hole, burying it up to the knuckle and beyond.

“Oh - ohhhh,” Katie exclaimed, lowing like a cow. Her head rocked back, her eyes rolling, tremors going through her body as the digit moved inside her.

“Now, listen up, darling,” Ana chuckled, flexing her finger as if she were puppeteering her powerless superior. “We need to talk about what you’re gonna forget, what you’re gonna remember - and what you’re gonna give me...”

“Yes, Daddy,” Katie whimpered.

***

Katie stared at the door for a full minute after it closed in her face.

What the fuck just happened? she asked herself. How had she lost yet another nonsensical negotiation with Ana? How had she ended up surrendering her own office to her junior? How does she keep doing this to me?

Sighing defeatedly and absent-mindedly rubbing her sore ass, she turned and trotted away to her new cubicle. She had a lot of work to do.