17 The Secretary
You thought that you would always be a homemaker. When you got married
it looked great and then it seemed routine and then, it was five years
later and you thought that that was it. Now, here you are, back as a
secretary in a new job.
You have been working for a full week now and you are beginning to
settle in.
You found that your fingers remembered how to type even when you
thought that you had forgotten. Your supervisor is a svelte looking
woman who has a particularly stern manner.
Your boss is one of the most attractive men you know. He is tall,
strong, dark haired with the sexiest voice you have ever heard. His
name is Mr. Rusko and he and your supervisor, Miss Branck have made
every effort to start you off in the new job. They told you that you
would have a one week trial period and that you had that time to get
yourself back up to speed. They were very generous in telling you that
any mistakes made during the trial period would be forgiven.
Miss Branck was very pleasant as she pointed out the errors that you
had made and by the end of the week, she almost none to show you.
You were pleased that both she and Mr. Rusko complimented you on your
work. You noticed, however, that some of the other girls who have been
with the company a while did not get the same treatment over their
mistakes. Just before you left the office on Friday, you remember
seeing Jeannie, the girl in the desk next to yours, called by Miss
Branck. Jeannie looked nervous as she went over to talk to her. You saw
that Miss Branck looked very strict while she talked to her.
Jeannie wasn't very talkative when she came back to her desk and when
you invited her out for an after work drink, she told you that she had
to stay late to speak to Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck. She looked awfully
nervous and you wonder why. Surely they wouldn't fire her for some
typing mistakes, you think to yourself.
Now, as you enter the office, you see that Jeannie is already at her
desk looking as chipper as ever. "Good Morning Jeannie." you say to her
pleasantly.
"Hi there." she replies.
"How did your Friday meeting go with the gruesome twosome?" you joke.
Jeannie immediately blushes red and she avoids your look. "It was O.K."
she stammers. This has you even more curious.
"Did you get into trouble?" you ask. She nods her head. "How come
you're so nervous about it." you ask her. She looks over at you coyly.
"You'll find out." she says. Now you are really curious. What does she
mean?
"Tell me." you say. Jeannie blushes again.
"I can't." she whispers. You insist and finally she relents.
"O.K." she says, "but you can't tell anyone I told you." You promise.
"Well, sometimes, when I've made a lot of mistakes, Miss Branck and Mr.
Rusko make me stay after work is over and then they punish me for my
mistakes." Your eyes open wide in disbelief as a shiver runs down your
spine.
"What do you mean?" you say.
"It's not just me." says Jeannie, "most of the younger girls get
punished that way. When I first got told to stay late, I was brought up
to Mr. Rusko's office and they made me sit down and then they told me
about all of my mistakes. There weren't a lot but they made a big deal
about it. They finally gave me a choice.
They said that they knew that I was capable of good work and that I
could either leave the company or choose to be punished by them.
Anyway, I didn't want to leave, so I let them punish me." You face is
flushed at this story and you notice that your pussy is already soaking
wet at the story.
"How did they punish you?" you ask.
Jeannie hesitates a long time before she answers, "They spanked me just
like a little girl." You are really in an uproar now. Jeannie turns
back to your work and you start on your own but your mind is in a
turmoil. The image of young Jeannie being turned over Mr. Rusko's knee
turns you on like crazy. Dominance and submission games are your
favorite thing anyway and you imagine that Jeannie is lying across your
knee and that you are lifting her skirt and lowering her panties.
You look over at her and pretend that her thighs and buttocks are
slowly becoming revealed. Your thoughts drift in and out of the
exciting thoughts all morning and by the time lunch rolls around, you
take a break in the washroom to masturbate. You have to bite your
tongue while your fingers bring your wet pussy to a shattering orgasm
in only a few strokes.
You are a little calmer after lunch, but every time you look at
Jeannie, you get turned on all over again.
Miss Branck calls you over in the late afternoon. "The work you did
last week was actually very high in quality." she tells you, "But I see
that there are a number of rather simple mistakes in today's effort.
This is really not acceptable. I will expect an immediate improvement
or I'll have to take some kind of action."
You are embarrassed at the scolding and you resolve yourself to improve
your work. You continue on with your day and your work does improve.
At home that night, your thoughts turn again to the 'punishments' of
Miss Branck and Mr. Rusko. You wonder what it would be like to be
submissive to the two of them at once. The thought is at once exciting
and disconcerting. Our lovemaking that night is the best it has been in
ages and you surrender yourself totally to it. You ask me to tie your
hands together and you love the feeling of being helpless while being
brought to an orgasm. The next morning, you arrive to work with a glow
on your face and it doesn't go unnoticed by Jeannie.
"Great night last night?" she teases.
You blush as you tell her about your lovemaking.
Her eyes open wide. "You really let him tie you up?" she asks.
You nod your head. "I could tell you a lot of stuff I've done." you
tell her.
"But, I'd better do it after work."
Jeannie looks so interested that maybe you'll actually tell her some of
the things you have done. You promise to go out with her after work and
exchange girl-talk. She would probably be turned on about finding out
what it would be like to submit herself to someone else totally. Work
continues as per usual but again today you are distracted by the
thoughts of your own sexuality. Just before the end of the day, Miss
Branck calls you over to her desk.
"Your work still contains a number of mistakes." she says, "I am really
quite surprised. I think that your quality was better last week than
today. In any case, Mr. Rusko and I would like to speak to you about it
today right after work. Please wait for me and we'll go up to his
office together."
Your heart skips a beat. Your mind goes into overdrive and you head
back to your desk as though you are in a daze. You wonder if they plan
to punish you just like Jeannie. What would that be like you think. You
hope that they don't and you hope that they do. Jeannie looks at you
curiously as you sit down.
"Are you O.K.?" she asks.
You nod your head. "I have to stay late tonight." you tell her, "Maybe
we could meet later instead."
Her eyes open wide. "Oh..." she says. She writes her address down on a
piece of paper. It is not far from the office. A few short minutes
later, you and Miss Branck are alone in the office.
"Come with me." she says. You follow her to the elevator and up to the
fourth floor. You notice that your hands are perspiring and that you
are really nervous. You enter Mr. Rusko's office and sit down as
instructed. Miss Branck sits next to you.
"Well, young lady," says Mr. Rusko, "It seems that our congratulations
were premature. Now, I know that you are capable of quality work so the
only conclusion I can come to is that you simply aren't paying
attention. Let me tell you the way that we handle slovenly work here.
We give the girls a choice. We tell them that they can go and work for
a company that is interested in low quality work or they can choose to
be punished here by Miss Branck and myself. I can assure you that you
will not find the punishment comfortable. However, we have noticed that
those employees who have been punished are generally, happier and much
more productive. Now you also have that choice. Which will it be?"
Your heart is racing at a mile a minute. You really don't want to be
punished but the thought of it is a turn on and besides, you really
don't want to leave the company. "I'll be punished by you." you say in
a whisper.
Mr. Rusko smiles. "Miss Branck will prepare you then." he says.
Miss Branck stands up and takes you into the next room. Her look is
quite severe. You bow your head submissively and wait for her
instructions. "Remove all of your clothing." she says. Your hands are
trembling as you reach for the buttons on your dress. It soon falls to
the floor and is soon followed by your, slip, stockings and panties.
Soon your are wearing nothing but your jewelry. You wait patiently
while you look at the floor. Miss Branck stands back to admire your
trim form. Her eyes linger on your shaved pussy and you see her smile.
"Very pretty." she says.
She hands you a standard hospital gown that opens in the back. It is
short and comes down to just below your buttocks but it does cover you.
She turns you around and does up the one tie in the back at the top.
She turns you around again and looks to make sure that you are ready.
You are mortified that your nipples have become quite hard and that
your pussy is soaking wet. She takes you by the arm and brings you back
into Mr. Rusko's office. The gown opens with every step you take and
you know that in a moment it will be completely exposed.
Miss Branck moves to the middle of the room and sits down in a
straight-backed chair.
"Lie over my lap." she says to you. Hesitantly you do so, feeling the
strange feeling of her nylons against your bare skin. The gown falls
naturally to the sides to expose your buttocks to their gaze. You feel
her cool hands touch you for the first time. Her left hand is in the
small of your back and holds you firmly in the proper position. Her
other hand rests gently on your smooth bottom. The spanking starts
suddenly and you feel her sharp stinging slaps strike first one cheek
then the other. The spanking goes on for some time and the heat rises
slowly from your bottom as it continues. The heat travels directly to
your pussy as the erotic punishment continues. You know that you are
soaking wet and you hope they don't find out. The whole event seems to
happen in a daze as though to someone else.
Miss Branck stands you up and you feel your bottom is hot. You think
that this it is over and you wait for her to bring you back to your
clothes. Instead she brings you over to the corner of the room. "You'll
stand here 'on display' until we tell you. She says. She places you
facing the corner just like a five-year-old who has just been
chastised. Your face turns red at the embarrassing position. You feel
her hands at your neck and suddenly the gown is untied and she lets it
fall to the floor.
You are now completely naked in the corner of the office and they have
you stand there for perhaps five minutes displaying your red bottom.
The heat in your bottom gradually diminishes until the warmest thing
about you is wet slit. The spanking by this woman has turned you on and
you have no idea what is to come next. The five minutes seem to go on
forever and you can sense Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck looking at your
helpless body.
Finally you hear Mr. Rusko's voice, "All right, then I'll complete your
punishment now. Come here." You hesitate for a moment. You know that as
you turn around, you will be exposing your entire body to him and you
are embarrassed to do that. Blushing yet again, you finally turn around
and with your eyes downcast submissively, you shuffle over to him. He
has you stand beside his chair for a moment as he looks at you. Your
hands have naturally covered yourself and he instructs you to lower
them. You do so and he looks directly at your firm breasts and their
hard nipples and your shaven slit. You know that your hot juices are
easily visible on your bare pussy lips thus betraying your turned on
condition.
He makes you stand there for a moment while he opens his drawer and
takes out a black leather strap and lays it on his desk. His large,
strong hands reach out to take your wrists and pull you over his lap.
He lays the cold leather strap on your buttocks and you shiver as you
imagine the sensation of the spanking to come. His strokes start a
moment later and your bottom is given a good paddling.
When he stands you up again, your bottom is hot and there are a couple
of tears on your cheeks.
You stand before them submissively, no longer attempting to cover
yourself as they tell you that they expect to see better work from you
in the future. You dress hurriedly and leave the building a few minutes
later. You are walking in a kind of daze as you find yourself at
Jeannie's apartment. She lets you in right away. Her look is concerned
as you walk in.
"Are you O.K.?" she asks. You nod your head. "Did they.... spank you?"
Again you nod your head. "Well, maybe I could put some lotion on for
you or something.
Would that help?"
She leads you into her bedroom and helps take off your dress. You lie
on your stomach, naked again in front of a strange woman as she begins
gently rubbing lotion into your hot bottom. Her fingers stroke you
gently and you feel yourself becoming more and more turned on. You hear
her start to breath deeply and without saying anything, you spread your
legs slowly apart. Her hands naturally slide lower and lower until her
fingers discover your wetness.
You turn over and pull her face into your shaven pussy. Her long, hot
tongue slides right into you and the licking of your pussy juices is
soon followed up by the roving tongue finding your hard clit. Jeannie's
hands move up your body to pinch your nipples hard and you let out a
loud moan. Your orgasm seems to start deep in your body and spread
outward right to your fingertips. It goes on for a long time and you
cry out at the pleasure.
Afterwards, you and Jeannie lie together, "I know what it's like." she
tells you, "I'm always so turned on after it happens." You rest for
awhile before making love again. This time it is you who brings her to
a climax. By the time you get home, it is late but it is a warm,
smiling, satisfied woman who comes home to recount the hottest story
she can remember happening in a long time.
