I'm a supervisor and have several young men and women working under me.
At work last night, I had a young woman I supervise do something stupid. The result was a client called and complained to me. He was extremely upset with us, and I got an earful from him. We will have to cover the call-out charge, so she’d fucked up royal. I wasn’t loud with her. I did have her sit in a chair the company provides us for meetings with employees in the event of having to discipline them.
It’s a lower chair than the supervisor’s, so when you look across the interview table, the boss (me) is higher than the employee. It’s a psychological thing to establish the pecking order. But rather than sitting across the table from her, I leaned against the table and towered over her. My crotch was even with her eye level, and because I was giving her an unofficial reprimand, it wasn’t being recorded.
I didn’t moderate my language. I told her vividly how stupid a cunt she was. I did so for fifteen minutes and had her crying the whole way through it. It was totally overboard, and I enjoyed it a great deal. I don’t think she’ll break protocol after this. I told her to tap into the system and check things rather than make a wild call that backfires. That way, she can be sure that it’s necessary before she jeopardizes the company of losing a client…
And yes, I know it was wrong to be so rough on her. But at that time, I need that. Her nipples got hard while I berated her, though. And her eyes never left my crotch, even while she bawled like a baby. That made me wonder if either staring at my bulge got her hot or the insults turned her on.
Later, I called for someone to fetch me some black coffee, no sugar, and she sprang up and said, “Yes, sir.” She brought it straight to me and asked if there was anything else she could do. I thought about it but told her no; that’s all for now.
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