Trouble at the Office: Alpha Male Boss BBW Spanking and Discipline

The boss isn’t in charge by accident, but when the employee breaking the rules is a woman with the curves he can’t resist, things start to get complicated. Trouble at the Office contains three full length stories of office discipline that becomes much more.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, well-hung alpha males, curvy employees that take one step too far, spanking, discipline, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.


My heart was pounding as I looked up at him. His thick arms caged me in and back against the bed. It was as though his weight was already on me, pushing me back into the soft mattress, but he hadn’t touched me yet.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. I was about to get fucked by my boss.

I put a tentative hand up against his shoulder, just to feel him, and the heavy muscles pulsed under my fingers. I moaned at how badly I wanted him and at how long I’d wanted him. I ground my thighs together in restrained eagerness. “I’m ready,” I breathed.

He gathered my blouse in one hand and pulled it open, sending buttons flying across the carpet. I gasped, giddy with amazement. He was a stallion. I’d never been with a man like this. I’d never been with someone so much older and so much more experienced.

He unsnapped my bra with an easy gesture and pulled that away, too. I watched it flutter back behind him before my eyes returned to his. He looked at me, lust burning in his face.

His hands reached out and took my breasts, feeling at their naked shapes and cupping them as he leaned forward to kiss me. He paused just above me, his breath hot on my throat. I looked up at him a little shyly, taken aback by this sudden pause as he savored his ownership of my body. I could feel a slight blush in my face.

“You’re playing with me?” I asked.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing with me?” he countered.

I laughed a little in exasperation and arched my back to push my tits up into his hands. His touch felt so impossibly good. I just wanted more of it, more of it everywhere.

He bent and pressed his lips to my nipple. His hot, wet tongue circled it teasingly. I bit back the moan at first, and then let it out, giving in to the helpless pleasure.

His kisses began a trail across the top of my breast, up my throat, hot and slow against my neck, and then finally brushing against my lips. I returned the kiss enthusiastically, wet and sloppy and exuberant.

“Now,” he breathed, “I want to feel you come. I want to make you scream.”

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Caught in the Breakroom (BBW Office Discipline Older Man Erotica)

Heather’s got the curves to drive any man wild and she’s far from the first girl to get a crush on her boss. If she’d been a little smarter, she might have been able to get what she wanted and stay out of trouble.

But when word goes around that she has feelings for Mr. Chapman, she picks about the worst way to try to squash the rumor. If he finds out his favorite employee is fooling around with a coworker in the break room, Heather’s in for a disciplining she’s not likely to forget.

All she can do is hope he’ll take it easy on her, but one look at his face says that’s not very likely …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a dominant alpha male and his pretty and inexperienced BBW employee, spanking, discipline, dominance, and painfully hot office sex. All characters are 18 or older.


I crossed my arms. “What, are you going to be difficult now?”

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m being used to prove a point.”

My smile was growing broader the more he teased me. He was very cute, and he knew it. He was funny, and he knew it. He really wasn’t all that bad a guy, and he really had my number. And he knew that, too. Sometimes the only way to get a little power back on your side in a situation like that is to make a move. So I kissed him.

It wasn’t a long, drawn out surrender to eternal yearning. It wasn’t the door to warm, wet forbidden ecstasy. But it felt good.

It felt good, and it also felt kind of wrong in a very enticing way, there in the break room with the blinds drawn by some lucky accident.

It only lasted a moment, and I pulled back just an inch.

“What do you think about that?” I asked, my mouth still very close to his.

This time he kissed me. His arm moved around my waist, drawing me against his body. He smelled very good, and he knew exactly what he was doing. His lips and tongue were soft and sensual, playful but with serious intent. His hand wandered down my back, cupping the plump fullness of my ass.

I let my eyes slip closed. I softened my position, conforming to him, letting my body yield to his. This second one was a really, really good kiss.

But it ended too soon.

At the sound of the break room door, my eyes flew open. I leapt back, my heart missing several beats in a row.

And it kept on missing beats as I looked up to see who had discovered us. I was frozen, backed against the wall, my arm still extended from pushing myself back.

Mr. Chapman face was a thundercloud as he stepped into the room. “What the hell is going on here?”

Ryan had leapt to his feet and spun to face the newcomer. When he realized who it was, he started backing away, too. He inadvertently bumped into me against the wall and hastily stepped aside and out of my intimate proximity.

“It wasn’t what it looked like -” Ryan started.

“Shut up.”

The door slammed shut behind him. I felt like I was going to be sick.

“You.” He pointed at me. “My office. And you,” he said, pointing at Ryan.

“You can’t fire me,” Ryan blurted.

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