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 Title: Stepdad's Summer Secretary Ch.01


Summary: Rebellious girl works summer job at her stepdad's office.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Cassie Devlin sat across from her mom and stepdad at the large wooden
dining room table of their Seattle waterfront home.  In the background and
out the numerous sliding glass doors, you could see a late-night patrol
ship passing by out on Lake Washington.  The home, like all the other
gorgeous entries neighboring to it, was well appointed.  The back yard
emptied out onto an in-ground jacuzzi and small gated flower garden, which
led out to the family's boathouse and dock.

   Cassie was very excited because today was her 18th birthday and she was
fresh off of her recent high school graduation.  Her mom had promised her
that if she had gotten in to any of her loftier college goals, the family
would be there to support her all the way through it.

   And Cassie had done just that.  She'd be heading off to Stanford in the
fall and she knew that meant that her mom would probably be helping her out
quite a bit.

   Cassie couldn't wait to find out what her present or presents were.  The
family was definitely well off.  Cassie had never had to worry about where
money would be coming from or how she'd be getting through her early
adulthood.

   It hadn't always been this way.  When Cassie was very young her father
had passed away quite suddenly, leaving her very young mother to raise a
single child and work all the jobs and yadda, yadda, yadda.  You've all
seen the movie before.

   But it worked out in the end.  Cassie's mom, Emily, was still a
strikingly beautiful women in her twenties when she met Cassie's stepdad, a
good looking guy in his early 30's that was quickly rising up the Seattle
architecture power charts.  Emily too had found success in her dress design
company and the family story was quickly propelled into a higher tax
bracket and a much more comfortable way of life.  They were lucky.

   The two social climbers quickly fell in love, and after dating for a few
years they decided to remarry.  It just made sense.

   Cassie was ten when they made it official, and being that she had never
really known her original father due to how young she was when he passed,
the family decided as one that everyone would be changing their last name
to 'Devlin.' Cassie didn't mind.  She loved her mom and was happy to see
her so happy.

   She also liked her stepdad quite a bit.  They had always gotten along
and while the relationship never quite developed in exactly the same way as
it had with her own mother, she was glad for their modern family and the
way they all made it work.  Her stepdad sort of became like a cool best
friend around the house while her mom tended to handle anything involving
punishment or discipline.  She liked James for this.  He didn't try to play
some character from a Lifetime original movie; he just allowed their
relationship to play out in a way that was easiest for everyone.  She loved
them both and she occasionally called her stepfather "dad" rather than just
"James."

   When it came time for discipline though, this was where Cassie had found
so many of her loopholes.

   Because James was only her stepdad, Cassie played the system and often
found herself getting into trouble just because she could.  Most of her
punishment came from her mother, who currently was in the process of
finding success in her own very busy career, which made it pretty easy for
Cassie to do just about whatever she wanted.

   This led to a dramatic swing midway through high school for the
rambunctiously independent girl.  She found boys, she found parties, and
she found all of the wonders therein.  As a career good girl, she relished
the feeling of finally getting to be bad.  Because of this sudden downswing
in her sparkling grade school resume, she ended up having to retake a class
or two and batten down the hatches in order to save her collegiate dreams.

   She hated to admit it but, if she was being honest with herself, she had
become too spoiled under the magnificent roof of her stepdad's skyrocketing
career.  His design firm had won a number of city contracts in the previews
years and the family suddenly started to see more zero's filling up their
various banks accounts.

   As an only child Cassie wildly benefited from the familial trickle down
economics of her parent's combined successes.

   Cassie knew she had them as an anchor and in knowing this, she almost
ruined her chances with one of her dream schools as her high school
partying and general lack of caring became more prominent in her older teen
years.

   Luckily, she hadn't gone completely overboard.  Her parents had finally
clamped down with some ultimatums and she'd stuck with the program her mom
and stepdad had set in place for the last six months of her time in high
school.  Somehow, against all odds, she'd pulled her academic standing back
into place just in time for applications.

   And now here she was, sitting down at the table with her parents as they
sat in front of her and smiled at their little girl all grown up.  She
could hardly contain her excitement.

   "Happy 18th Birthday my wildly adventurous daughter!" Her mother said as
she placed a funfetti cupcake with a single candle in front of her (well
maybe not TOO grownup).  Cassie quickly blew it out as she made a gigantic
wish with her eyes squeezed shut, and then as she opened them back up her
stepdad handed her a single, square box with fancy, black wrapping-paper
and white bow that he'd been hiding under the table.

   Cassie could hardly contain herself.  She quickly opened up the card,
read the sweet message inside, and then ripped open the package to reveal a
beautiful, dark-wooded box with four drawers featuring polished brass
leaf-handles.  It was a hand-carved jewelry box that she had made eyes at
while window-shopping in the city some months prior with her mom.

   She pulled the first drawer out because she knew this wasn't all.  Not
with how much money her step-dad made, this was definitely only the
beginning.  She knew she'd upheld her end of the bargain.  They would too.
They couldn't help but spoil her.

   In the first drawer of the jewelry box was a set of keys with a fob
featuring the JEEP logo.  She squealed with joy as she ran over to the
window and looked out to see a black Jeep Wrangler with a giant yellow bow
draped across it sitting in their front drive.

   She came back to the table where her parents hadn't moved and hugged
them both profusely as she thanked them and kissed them on the cheeks.

   She sat back down and opened the next drawer and found another set of
keys.  She knew right away they were the keys to her apartment in the city.
She squealed again as she clutched them to her chest.

   For months Cassie had been begging her mom to get her an apartment for
the summer in Seattle.  She reasoned that it would be the best gift ever.
She didn't need some fancy European vacation or some random cruise to the
Bahamas like some of her friends were doing to celebrate their 18th's, just
an apartment for the summer so she could experience being out on her own.
Her parents had held firm though, telling her that there was no way that
was going to happen unless she focused fully on school and turned her
grades and college apps around.  And so she did.  Cassie was bursting with
joy.  She was gobsmacked at the birthday haul so far.

   She opened the third drawer and found an American Express card.

   "Are you kidding me?" She said as she smiled at them both across the
table.

   "It has a limit on it!" her Mom said as she explained that the card
should only be used for regular city expenses and an appropriate amount of
fun, nothing too crazy, "And we're taking it back at the end of the summer
young lady so don't get too attached to having an unlimited stream of
credit!"

   And then when she thought things couldn't get any better, she opened the
fourth drawer...and she was right, they couldn't actually.

   "What is this?" She asked, as she took out a name-badge lanyard with
'Cassandra Devlin' written across it in bold font.  Above her name sat the
Devlin A&D logo of her stepfather's company in downtown Seattle.

   "That, my dear, is your summer job," her stepfather finally spoke up.

   Cassie slumped a little back into her chair.  There was always a catch
in life, wasn't there?

   Cassie had hoped to spend the summer doing absolutely nothing.  She
wanted to go out dancing and meet boys and have lots of fun with her
friends before going off to school, and now it seemed like that was all
fading away.

   "Look," her mother started, "We love you a lot, but these last six
months have not been fun for any of us and James and I just thought that
maybe it'd be good for you to work a summer job before school so you can
get some work experience...see how the real world operates before
attempting to conquer it yourself." Her mother explained.

   "Mommmmm," Cassie groveled, "I reallllly didn't want to work this summer
I thought I'd have the summer off to, ya know relax and meditate so my
brain is, umm, FULLY ready to expand it's learning at Stanford!" She batted
her eyelashes across the table, though she knew she wasn't going to get out
of this one.  She knew if she actually complained she might lose the car,
the apartment, the credit card--and okay, so whatever, so she'd be working
some dumb job for her stepdad.  She'd still be in the city at night and she
could go out and party all she wanted, she figured.

   "Okay, well, thank you guys so much for all of this...this is
amazing...so, two questions: When do I move in?" She held up the apartment
keys.  "And when do I start?" She held up the name badge.

   "We're moving you in next weekend hun," her mom said.

   "And you start the job that next Monday!" Her stepdad said right after.

   "Uhm, okay, I can do that.  I can do this.  This is cool.  You guys are
awesome.  Thank you both so much!" She said, determined that everything
would work out just fine as she smiled at her stepfather.

   "So what type of work am I going to be doing?" She said as she figured
it'd be something easy like organizing letters in a mailroom somewhere on
the ground floor.

   "Well Cas, you're going to be my secretary for the summer," her stepdad
said, "my regular secretary is out on maternity leave for the next three
months and it's a very high-paced and important job and if your mother and
I are going to be supporting you throughout school, we want to see you that
you've got some moxy in you for this kind of stuff--to make sure you're
ready.  "

   "A secretary?" Cassie asked, looking a little worried.  "Don't they have
like, a million things to do?"

   "Ah yes, and who better to do those things than the lovely daughter we
just gave a car, apartment and credit card to for the summer of her 18th
birthday." Her mom responded matter-of-factly as she smirked at her
daughter with suggestively raised eyebrows.

   "Yes, of course mom!  You guys really ARE the best, have I mentioned
that lately?  How great you both are??" Cassie batted her eyelashes.  "And
who knows, maybe I'll end up being James's best employee and he'll have to
like, fire a bunch of people cuz I'm doing all their jobs myself," Cassie
joked as she bit into her cupcake.

   "Sure goofball, if you come into work at my office and find a way to
somehow save me numerous employee's salaries' worth of money, your mother
and I will up the monthly limit on the credit card."

   The family laughed and shared a nice moment before heading out to take a
look at Cassie's new Jeep.  She spent the rest of night thanking them over
and over again.  She was about to have her own place in the city and she
was only 18.  Life was pretty amazing sometimes.

   Later that night, Cassie had fallen asleep on the couch of the family
room as the TV flashed in the background.  She slept soundly as James came
down to check on her and he saw his stepdaughter with her legs lightly
spread as she slept.  She was only wearing a t-shirt, which had ridden up
to show her light-blue Victoria's Secret booty shorts.  James couldn't help
but find his eyes drifting over her developing body as she slept there. 
She was definitely her mother's daughter.  Her dark hair fell around her
shoulders.  And her breasts were only a b-cup but they seemed like they
were constantly firm in whatever she was wearing.  Her legs were toned like
her mom's, and her butt had benefited greatly from the family genes and the
mother/daughter Yoga classes that Cassie and her mom had been doing for
years.  It was round and stuck out from the rest of her body in ways that
seemed almost unfair for a girl her age.  James shook his head as he
admired her for a moment longer than usual.  Her skin was surprisingly
light considering her other features.  She was half-Irish and half Spanish
on her father's side, so the combination was something wildly exotic in
it's own right.  Dark, curved inviting physicality but with a soft creamy
skin dotted all over with freckles.

   He pulled her shirt down over her panties to cover her, picked her up
like he had done so many times over the years, and then carried her up the
stairs to tuck her into bed.

   "Goodnight Dad," she said with a yawn as he kissed her forehead and left
the room.  She liked the way his stubble felt as he kissed her and she
drifted off to sleep with visions of summer city partying dancing along in
her head.  What a great night it had been.

   ***

   Soon the following weekend had come along and Cassie and her mom and her
stepdad were moving her in to her city apartment in downtown Seattle.  The
downtown area was where Devlin A&D kept their high-rise headquarters and
Cassie was only a couple of blocks away from where should would be working,
so her parents had clearly set her up for success.

   They spent the weekend sharing memories about pieces of furniture and
keepsakes as they packed and unpacked boxes at each location.  They finally
finished early that Sunday evening and Cassie's apartment was officially
all moved in.

   James had ordered a large pizza from a delivery spot downstairs and the
three of them sat around the breakfast nook table in Cassie's loft
devouring the sausage and pepperoni pie while James cracked open a few
beers.  He gave one to Cassie, too.  He wasn't an idiot.  He'd been her age
once too.

   "Thanks pops!" Cassie cheered as she clinked bottles with him and took a
swig of the amber ale.  Emily clicked at her husband but she too knew that
Cassie was already drinking.

   "If I can't have a drink with my daughter then what is the point?" He
joked as Emily simply shook her head at the two of them, thick as thieves,
and poured herself a glass of wine from the white she had brought over.

   After saying their final mother/daughter emotional goodbyes, Cassie
hugged her parents and saw them off.  James had reminded Cassie of the
email he had sent her explaining the next day's instructions for her first
day of work.

   She came back inside her loft and flopped down on her bed, stretching
her body out of all the various aches and pains that inevitably came with
moving.  She stared out at all of the unpacked boxes scattering the
apartment.  There would be lots to do over the course of the
week-decorating and reestablishing a home.

   It was a cute little corner loft in a set of industrially chic
apartments that had sprung up over the last decade near the downtown area.
She had a good amount of space in her kitchen and dining area and
living/sleeping area.  The room itself sort of doubled as the living area,
as it stepped down into the corner of the space with large-wrap around
windows to filter in large amounts of sunshine when there was sunshine to
be had.  She loved it.  It was a sexy apartment, and she planned on having
a lot of very sexy fun in this apartment now that she didn't have to worry
about her parents hearing any noises coming from her room.

   In fact, she suddenly remembered a guy having given her his number
recently at a club she had snuck into a few months prior.  What was his
name again?  Ahh yes, Blake.  She had so much to get down.  She had work
the next day.  But...she also had her own apartment...and no one was there
to tell her what to do next.

   On a whim, she pulled up his number and texted him to ask if he still
lived in downtown Seattle.
Blake: Uhh, who's this?
Cassie: This is Cassie, we met at Spark a couple months back.  I was the
girl with the tiny white skirt that you followed around all night until
finally giving me your number, remember?"
Blake: Oh yeah!  Hey!  Never thought I'd actually hear from you.  How
have you been?
Cassie: Pretty great as of late.  Do you still live in downtown Seattle?
I remember you telling me that you lived right downtown.
As she texted this, her hand drifted down between her legs and lightly

touched herself.  She inwardly debated how brave she was feeling.

   Blake: Yeah, I do, why are you out and about?  Want to meet up and go
dancing tonight?
Cassie: Yeah, that sounds nice I guess.
There was a pause in the texting as the text-in-progress dots blinked on

Blake's phone as she worked on another message.

   Cassie: I was actually wondering if maybe you'd just want to come over
to my new apartment and let me ride your cock for the next few hours?
Blake: . . .
Cassie: I take it that's a yes?
Blake: Fuck yes!  Where do you live?  I can come right now.
Cassie texted her address and told him to bring alcohol.  He showed up
10 minutes later with a bottle of tequila and a lime and Cassie spent the
next few hours breaking in her new apartment with this stupidly lucky boy.
They got drunker as the night went along, body shots and heavy fucking. 
This is what Cassie had been craving for so long.  She was finally on her
own and if she wanted to bring a boy over to fuck she could do so whenever
she felt like it.  They fucked on every surface that wasn't covered in
boxes.  Then they fucked on the boxes.  She felt amazing.  Everything was
incredible.  She closed her eyes as her head swam with the buzz of the
cheap tequila.  Then there was more buzzing.  Suddenly the buzzing was

louder and not so wonderful.

   Ugh, that buzzing.  What was that?  It was like needles to her brain.

   FUCCCK!!  She sat up suddenly in bed and looked over at her last backup
alarm that she had set from the night before.

   It was already 10:00 AM which meant she was already an hour late for her
first day of work.  Blake had clearly let himself out sometime during the
night and she looked around the apartment to see the various pieces of
clothing and empty shot glasses that dotted her furniture.

   She checked her phone and saw that she had a couple of text messages
messages.

   Blake: Thanks for that completely amazing surprise last night.  Had to
head to work.  Text me if you want to have some more fun you sexy little
thing.

   And then there was also a text from her stepdad.

   James: First day of work and you're already late.  Are you fucking
kidding me Cas?
She felt terrible, she popped up from bed and downed a couple of
migraine pills and a bottle of water.  She threw an outfit together thought
it definitely needed to be ironed and she didn't have the time.  She
quickly put up her hair in what might pass for okay and then hastily did

her makeup.

   After brushing her teeth and grabbing the rest of her things she was out
the door and running towards her job.

   She got there by 10:30 and walked into her dad's wing of office trying
her best not to make eye contact with anyone as she went.  She was still a
little buzzed from the tequila marathon the night before and definitely a
little bruised.

   Her Dad saw her walking in from a windowed conference room and excused
himself.  He walked over to her with his arms folded and a stern
expression.

   "Okay look, before you say anything, I'm very sorry.  I fucked up.  I
will not be late again!" Cassie pleaded with her stepdad.

   "Okay, you get one free pass," he said, "but if this happens again
there's going to be trouble." He led her over to his own corner office area
where her desk would sit just outside and face the double doors of his
roomy perch.

   "This will be your desk," he said, as she got situated.  "That's your
email and login info," he said pointing towards a piece of paper in front
of her.  "I need you to familiarize yourself with the phone systems and
make copies of these stacks of documents you see here." He pointed to a
large bundle of documents that sat in her desktop inbox.

   He showed her where everything was.  The file drawers for various
categories of important clients.  Contact information.  His own neatly
appointed schedule folder.  He showed her all of her various duties she'd
be expected to attend to along with whatever else he might need her for.

   He squeezed her shoulder and leaned down closely to her ear, barely
noticing a hickey that was attached to the lower part of her neck before it
disappeared into her blouse, "Oh and there is some mouthwash in my lower
desk drawer-make sure you don't meet anyone today smelling like
Tequila-Sunrises," he said as he arched an admonishing eyebrow at her and
strode out of the room.  Cassie put a hand up to her mouth in shock.  She
was so embarrassed.  What a start.

   After that things quieted down for a bit.  The first week or so went
pretty smoothly at her stepfather's firm.  She learned the ropes through
trial and error and got better at the phones and the schedule-keeping and
the daily tasks set up before her.  Cassie was fairly well-liked in the
office, though part of that might've been from her injection of her
youthful good looks and her constantly-fun demeanor.  She was a city girl
embracing a city girl persona and she was fun to be around no matter the
circumstance.

   The problem was that, after a while, the job became too boring.  Cassie
started caring less about how she looked when she came into work, often
throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a blouse that was either business
casual or club casual depending on who you asked.

   When she finished her work early she would often roam the office to see
which of the men at the firm she could flirt with the most.  There were a
couple of guys that she could probably see herself having a little bit of
fun with, but then again, she knew none of them would take that sort of
chance with her being the stepdaughter of the company president.

   If she was being honest with herself though, the hottest guy in the
office WAS actually her stepdad.

   She hadn't always seen him that way.  When she was younger she had
always sort of looked at him like he was one of those trustworthy guys from
a Cialis advertisement, rugged and working on his boat and not afraid to
live life.  But she had to admit now that she had grown older and more
observant of such things, her mother had great taste.

   James Devlin was probably in his prime.  He was in his early forties
with a full head of salt and pepper hair with a trimmed beard to match. 
His body defied his age.  He'd spent the last however many years by
starting out his mornings with a rowing session out on the lake where his
home sat.  When the rain was too heavy or water too rough he'd go down to
their covered boathouse where he had a rowing machine put in.  He had one
of those natural tans that seemed to just stick on people that spend any
solid amount of time outside--it just never went away.  He was business
savvy, and his warm smile drew people into him and allowed them to trust
him almost instantly.  He was 6'1 and people simply noticed when he walked
into a room.  He held a person's attention with a physical presence and
keen eye for observation.  When it came to James Devlin, you wanted to be
in business with him the moment you met him.  His designs were vibrant and
interesting.  He saw the modern city differently than the cubists of the
past.  He was incredibly intelligent, and his passion for what he did
permeated the very walls of the office.  You could just see the sort of
energy people took from him when they interacted at the office or out in
the world at large.

   Cassie had always known all of these things about her stepdad but she
suddenly found herself thinking about his physical characteristics in a new
way mostly due to her work desk facing his for all hours of the day.  He
rarely closed his office door unless on a private call or in a meeting and
he often just shouted for Cassie to come in when he needed something as she
was already close enough to just hear him.

   Sometimes she would zip through her tasks or finish certain elements of
her work early and then just pretend to look busy while she browsed the
internet.  She'd get horny at work all the time and sometimes she couldn't
help but check out her stepdad as she sat there thinking about all the
trouble she was going to get into that weekend with whatever prize she
bought back to her apartment.  He was so impressive to watch, especially
when he was in the zone or working on a thrilling new project.  It was no
wonder the company had found such success.  He was relentless.  She
wondered if any of the other women around the office had ever attempted to
make a move on her stepdad.  It must've happened.  Even with that ring on
his finger, he had to be a moving target for some of these ambitious
working girls he encountered.

   Unfortunately for Cassie, all of this daydreaming also started to
negatively affect her work around the office.

   Her stepdad had started to notice some of the laziness of Cassie's
paperwork.  There were incomplete messages that she took down with
important information left out.  She flip-flopped a couple of meetings on
his calendar one week which cause quite an uproar with a VIP client.  She
arrived late occasionally, left early even more occasionally, and her
outfits were at times uninspired, or simply inappropriate for work.

   He called her into his office a couple of weeks into the job and sat her
down.  It was a Friday afternoon and he showed her three architecture
contracts that had been typed out incorrectly and with the wrong format. 
These had been Cassie's handiwork and she knew she was in trouble.

   He knew he had to do something but he wasn't sure what exactly.  James
had never been anything but a close friend to his stepdaughter and he
wasn't quite sure what, if anything, he'd be able to say that would change
her work ethic around the office.

   He remembered laying in bed with his wife the night before and talking
to her about his predicament.  She was going over veil designs for an
upcoming dress show and trying her best to listen as she double-tasked.  He
wasn't sure how to approach Cassie in a way that she would actually listen.
That wasn't their dynamic.  He'd always been the fun stepdad that helped
her get away with stuff behind her mom's back.  He asked his wife if she
had ever been able to get Cassie to ACTUALLY listen and follow directions
for longer than a passing moment.  His wife had laughed at the question. 
"The only way I was ever able to get that girl to be obedient was by
spanking her," she said.  He looked over at her and dipped his reading
glasses to the end of his nose.  "I don't think I can spank my 18 year-old
stepdaughter, much LESS my 18 year-old stepdaughter company employee.  HR
tends to look down on that sort of thing." Emily laughed and shrugged as
she continued on with her work.  James tried to read his book, but the
suggestion resonated with him.

   He snapped back to the moment at hand as he heard Cassie clear her
throat as she sat in the chair across from his desk.

   "Look Cas, I don't know if this is working out, I don't know if you're
going to be able to give this job the type of focus I need you to give it,"
he said as she absent-mindedly played with her hair.

   "James I'm sorry, I'll do better, I'm still learning, I've had a lot
going on," she tried to make excuses as her phone dinged with another new
distracting text message from a boy she'd been flirting with.  The timing
was very bad.

   "Cassie you've been coming in late again.  You look unkempt and
unprofessional when you come in and the other employees notice it.  You've
been making a lot of mistakes lately and don't pretend I don't know the
difference between you working on your computer and you surfing through
Buzzfeed for an hour on your phone," he said as he scolded her.

   "Yes, but I'm only 18!  I'm bound to make mistakes right?  The whole
young and impressionable thing?" She tried to joke around with him and pout
in a way that might spur on some of his classic push-overness that she was
very used to exploiting.

   "Look, I'm serious this time.  This job is too important and I can't
keep saving your butt because you're my stepdaughter.  There are lots of
new college graduates out there that would love to have your job and be on
the ground floor of this company so if you don't want the job, then fine.
You can give back the keys and I do mean ALL of the keys and the credit
card and you can figure out Stanford on your own.  Just because we have
money doesn't mean we're going to be stupid with that money, Cas." Her
stepfather was not messing around.  This was the sternest she could ever
remember him being with her.

   She was a little hurt, and also a little pissed off.

   "I'm going to give you a week Cassie.  Show me that you deserve to keep
this job.  Dress professionally and presentably.  Come in on time and leave
on time.  Get your shit done.  I want to see you put some sweat into this
job.  Then after a week we can decide whether you get to keep this job and
live in your own place for the summer," he said as he dismissed her.

   She spent the rest of the evening fuming.  She wasn't allowed to leave
until she fixed the files, which kept her at work three hours past closing.
She had to cancel her date that night and the extra work at the end of a
long week left her incredibly angry.  Cassie had always gotten her way. 
She wasn't used to actually being scolded for things and she didn't respond
well to discipline because she didn't really feel like she needed any.  So
what that she had grown up mostly without a father figure?  She didn't need
one.  She was independent and whip-smart and knew how to take care of
herself and discipline was for suckers.

   These and tons of other thoughts rattled through her mind as she
begrudgingly finished fixing the last of her mistakes and left the office
for the night, passing a janitor in the lobby as she walked out into the
crisp night air.

   But now she was determined, not so much to fall in line, but to rise to
her stepfather's challenge.  If he wanted her to be the good little
cookie-cutter secretary that never fucked up, she was going to become all
of that and more.  An idea formed in her head and suddenly she was smiling
wickedly at the possibilities.  She knew EXACTLY what she was going to do
next and she licked her lips at the deviousness it of it.

   When the alarm went off that next morning, Cassie jumped out of bed and
got ready.  She wore a cute pair of shorts and comfy tank top and then
headed off to the nearby mall to do some very serious shopping.  She
fingered the edge of the credit card in her back pocket as she strolled
into the designer midway.

   She bounced from store to store with a plan to set in motion.  She cut
her hair and had it styled-it curled just above her shoulders with small
bangs across her face.  She got a manicure and a wax.

   A couple of form-fitting high-backed pencil skirts in black and gray and
brown.  Similarly slimming blouses that showed off some cleavage in a
subtle way.  She bought a couple of expensive heels and updated her makeup
accessories.  And then finally she had arrived at her final destination,
'Agent Provocateur.'

   This was probably her favorite store on the planet, though she had never
had her own 3,000 dollar-limit credit card before and you couldn't exactly
ask for high-end lingerie for Christmas from your parents.

   She took over a dressing room and worked with a cute pixie-cut salesgirl
as she brought her out numerous different sets to try on.

   She particularly fell in love with a matching Poppie bra and panty set.
The fabric was translucent pink with black polka dots and a black outline.
She added the matching suspenders and black stockings to complete the look.
As she stood and admired her blooming sexiness in the full-length mirror,
the salesgirl did a little whistle.

   "Damn, yeah, that's definitely the one," she said with a twinge of
longing in her voice.

   "Would you put it all on this?" Cassie asked as she handed the sales
girl her card.  As the girl left the room to ring up all of her purchases,
Cassie admired the way her lithesome body filled out the lingerie.  "Thanks
daddy!" She thought to herself.  As she ran her hands up and down her body.


   ***

   That next Monday at work, James Devlin was one of the first to arrive,
just like always.  As he stepped into his office in the early morning hours
he was surprised when he saw an attractive women bending over in a pencil
skirt near the break-room coffee machine.  A client, perhaps?

   The black pencil skirt rode up her slim waste and she wore a pastel
blouse with her hair pulled up behind her in a bun with trimmed bangs.  She
was also wearing heels and stockings with light lace accents.  He couldn't
remember any clients having an ass like this one.

   "Excuse me miss, might I be of assistance?" James said, as he approached
her from behind.

   "Actually yes, you can, how the hell do you get this thing to make an
Americano?" Cassie said as she turned around and saw the incredible look of
surprise on her stepfather's face.

   "CASSIE?!" He said as he gawked at his completely transformed
stepdaughter.  She'd gotten her hair done.  Her makeup looked more
sophisticated.  Her nails were recently manicured.  Even her outfit was
brand new and ironed and she looked way too much like a full-grown woman
for him to know exactly what to say next.

   "Well hello Mr.  Devlin!" Cassie snapped right back, curtsying a little
for her father.  She knew how amazing she looked, and she could tell he was
a little blown back by it all.

   "I didn't realize it was you!" He said as he drank in her entire outfit.
He could see the flowery pattern of her bra straps towards the tops of her
pastel blouse and he suddenly felt like this throat was very dry.

   "Well, it's like you told me, you wanted me to clean up my act and
present myself a little more professionally at the office, so, I went all
out." She said as she smiled at him and straightened her hands along her
skirt.  She grabbed the coffee as it finished brewing.

   "Ah, right, of course," he said, still a little flabbergasted.

   "Well Dad, you know the drill, I've gotta get to work.  Lots to do
today. The Sundry Townhome project is due for completion on Friday!" She
picked up an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and shined it
against her blouse, then without waiting for him to say anything more, she
clicked past him with her heels on the tiled breakroom floor as he watched
her shapely ass turn the corner and out of sight.

   Over the next few weeks Cassie's performance improved dramatically.  She
was showing up on time and getting her work done.  And not only that, she
was absolutely radiant every time she walked in.  Certain men in the office
started to notice her more, talk to her more.  They'd stare at her as she
sauntered by their desks.  And James noticed all of this too.  Now he was
the one who couldn't stop staring every time his ridiculously attractive
stepdaughter walked by.  Now he found himself staring up from his desk
during the day and occasionally having unthinkable thoughts about the girl
whose legs would cross and uncross beneath those tight skirts she wore
below her desk.

   It was like a nuclear armistice had been set in place.  There was a
tension there, but the dust had settled and everything seemed to be going
well.

   It seemed like all of the trouble was fully behind them a couple of
weeks later when something entirely unexpected happen.

   James was looking for his stepdaughter one afternoon to ask about a
correction she had made in one of the files but she was in a meeting with
another client to take down some notes for him and so he'd had to look
through her desk to see if he could find the particular file.

   As he opened up a file cabinet on the bottom of the desk, he searched
through the hanging folders until his hand came into contact with something
he wasn't expecting.  It was a small vape pen.  As far as he knew, Cassie
didn't smoke.  He went to smell the pen and instantly recognized the
unmistakable smell of weed.

   He sat up from her desk and took the pen into his office.  He was
fuming. He didn't really care if his stepdaughter smoked weed.  He'd smoked
weed.  His wife still did for Christ sake.  And they lived in Washington.
It wasn't too big a leap in logic to know that his stepdaughter probably
partook, but having it at work was absolutely too much.  If anyone had
found it, it would've been a disaster for everyone involved.

   James sighed as he thought about what to do.  Cassie had been doing so
well.  She had turned everything around and it seemed like she was finally
listening to him and taking direction.  Fellow employees had really taken a
liking to her and she had definitely enhanced the entire workplace.

   But maybe this too was just one more brilliant con by his irresistible
stepdaughter.  He started to think of how she had been dressing, sexy but
just professional enough so as to not get in trouble for it.  He thought of
the way she would touch his back or his arm when she dropped off paperwork
for him to sign.  He thought of how often she seemed to be dropping things
around him just so she would be forced to bend over and pick them up.  The
way she had chewed on her bottom lip and occasionally on the bottom of a
pen while she filled out forms at her desk, her arm often absent-mindedly
rubbing her neck as she stretched.  Had she been completely fooling him
this entire time?

   Maybe her mother was right.  Maybe there really was only one thing left
to do.

   When Cassie arrived back at her desk 20 minutes later she came into her
stepdad's office to see if he wanted to order out for lunch.

   "Cassie, shut the door." James said firmly, as he crossed the room and
closed the blinds that looked out onto the main cubicle farm before
returning to his chair.

   She did as she was told and immediately started to worry about what
could be wrong.  Had she made another big paperwork mistake?  Had she
missed something important?  She'd been trying so hard for the last few
weeks that she was almost hurt at the idea of failing now.

   "Come here," he said, as he motioned her to the front of his desk.  She
walked over silently and stood at attention.  There was something assertive
in his voice she had never really heard before.

   "I found this in your desk while I was looking for the planning
commission stuff," he said, as he handed her the vape pen.

   Fuck.

   Fucking Fucking Fuck.

   She was toast, and she knew it.  He had her dead to rights.

   She was instantly crestfallen.  Cassie did smoke every now and again,
and she had even taken a small hit in the past when work had been
particularly slow or boring, but it'd been a number of weeks now and she'd
forgotten that she'd left the vape pen in the hidden file in the back of
her desk as a sort of nuclear option.  She hadn't smoked at all since she
started giving a fuck at work, but she knew that wasn't how this looked. 
There wouldn't be any excuses or wiggling out of this one.

   "Yeah, that's mine.  I'm so sorry James.  Do you want me to pack up my
desk?" She said.  She looked like she might cry at any moment.  She had
really started to like the job and the role she had fallen into there.

   A long pause passed between them as James stood there and studied his
stepdaughter, as he tried to decide what to do.

   She was wearing a tight brown pencil skirt with dark buttons running up
a small slit in the leg.  Her suit coat was brown with a tan trim trim and
he could just make out a frilly peach colored bra beneath a similarly
designed blouse underneath her coat.  Her hair was pulled back in a bun
held up by two pencils and she wore sheer stockings that dived into her tan
heel and disappeared beneath her skirt.

   "Actually, I don't think firing you would be much of a solution," he
said, as she looked up in surprise.

   "Really?" She asked suddenly.  Had it worked again?  Had she wriggled
out of another situation with her wiles?

   "Really," he responded.  "But I can't let this go by without punishing
you." He said as he folded his arms in front of himself.  His wife's
anecdote continued to run through his head like it had been doing ever
since she'd originally said it.

   The only punishment that had ever worked with Cassie was when she was
spanked for her bad behavior.

   "Okay, well...what then?" She asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous
from his commanding tone.

   He walked around to where she stood at the desk and stood directly
behind her and leaned a little closer to her.

   "Bend over the Desk, Cassie." He said, in a deeply unquestionable tone.
She looked back at her stepfather and hardly recognized him.  In any other
situation she probably would've said something or immediately argued at the
idea of such a ridiculous proposition.  But she knew there would be no
reasoning her way out of this one.  She was at her stepdad's mercy now. 
And she suddenly understood what her punishment was going to be.

   Cassie spread her legs a little and bent her body over her stepdad's
large wooden desk.  She rested her elbows on the leather padding of his
day-planner and looked back over her shoulder.

   "James..."she started to protest, in a breathy whisper.

   "I'm not James right now, Cassie.  I'm your father.  Do you understand?"
He asked her as he moved closely behind her.

   "Yes," she softly replied, as her heart beat faster and faster.

   "Yes, what?" James asked his stepdaughter again.

   "Yes, Dad," she said, and as she did her body seemed to suddenly agonize
over the situation she was in.  She was absolutely paralyzed by his sudden
power.  She couldn't figure out if she was terrified or ashamed or turned
on, or some mixture of all of those things.

   "Pull your skirt up for me over your ass for me," he said, as his own
cock began to harden down his left pant leg.

   Cassie was shocked at this command, but she didn't argue.  There would
be no saying no to him right now.  Whatever was coming was coming.  She
reached down slowly and pulled the bottom of her skirt up.  The fabric
slipped up over her thighs where her tight tan stockings finished in a
subtle lace pattern.  She squeezed the skirt over the top of her ass where
it caught momentarily before her cheeks both popped out on display.  She
was wearing a semi-sheer peach thong that matched her bra and wedged
perfectly between her cheeks.  Her stockings were pulled tight on her upper
legs and the sight of her bent over like that with her perky 18 year-old
ass pointing out was almost enough to make James moan out loud.  He'd never
seen an ass so perfectly round and creamy, and the way that the peach thong
disappeared into her crack made her look even more delicious.

   "Spread your legs more and arch your ass in the air, young lady."

   Cassie did as she was told again, as she awaited her punishment with
bated breath.

   James walked over to a coatrack and methodically took off his blazer as
she watched him from where she leaned over, her pressed down against the
sandalwood.  He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled up them up,
revealing his powerful arms.  Cassie could see the tattoo sleeve running up
his left arm that he'd collected in his earlier years, a feature she'd
always loved about her cool stepdad.  One day she wanted to get a tattoo of
her own.

   He walked back over to his stepdaughter.  She watched every single
movement as she swallowed down a gulp.

   "You need to learn how to take direction Ms.  Devlin," he said as she
felt one of his legs press into the back of her leg.  And just then. . .

   SMACCCCKKKKKKKK!

   Cassie yelped as her stepdad's hand firmly spanked her bare right ass
cheek as her body pressed hard into the desk.

   "You need to learn that the world isn't just your oyster to do whatever
the fuck you want with," he said.  And again...

   SMAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!

   This one felt harder than the last one as her left cheek stung with the
impact.

   She suddenly thought back to the spankings she had received from her mom
as a child--how it was the only way to get her to behave.  These were very
different spankings, but no less effective in making her feel a familiar
sort of submissiveness.

   SMAAAAAACCCCKKKK!!

   She yelped louder with that one.  Her entire body was on fire.  She was
in pain, but she was also starting to get wet.  What the fuck was going on
inside her brain?

   SMAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK!!  He spanked her again.

   SMAAAAAACCCKKKKKKK!!

   And again.  He spanked her over and over and over and over again as the
string of her thong was pushed further into ass crack as it became soaked
with her juices.

   She squirmed on top of the desk as she arched her ass up almost in
desperation as he spanked her.  James noticed the way she sounded.  Her
moans sounded eerily similar to the way Emily moaned when they fucked.  He
noticed the way she was moving her ass.  He could see the wet spot forming
on her panties as he spanked her.

   He could also smell her.

   SMAAAAACCCKKKKK!!

   He spanked her again.  She moaned out loud again.  She felt like she
might pass out.  Her head was spinning.  His hand made large red handprints
on her beautifully pale skin.

   "From now on, things are going to change around this office," He said as
he spanked her hard across both cheeks at once, "isn't that right?" He
commanded her to answer.  She had never even known she needed this type of
control.

   "Yesssss, daddddd," she said as she simultaneously moaned with his next
spanking.  All she could think about suddenly was pleasing her stepdad.  It
was a mind-fuck.  She wanted to be a good girl for him.  She wanted to be
perfectly behaved daughter and employee.  She wanted to submit to his
fatherly presence and do whatever he told her to do.  She wiggled her ass a
little as he spanked her.  She almost hoped that maybe he'd walk up behind
her and rip her panties to the side and ram his cock into her from behind.

   SMAAACCKKKKK!!  She moaned gutturally into the desk, trying her best not
to reveal how turned on she was.

   "You're going to be a good little employee and not fuck up around this
office, aren't you?" He said again, his dominance turning her into complete
mush.  No one had ever controlled her like this before.  It was everything
she'd never had--everything she didn't even know she'd been missing.

   SMAACCCKKKKKK!!

   "YES, yes dad, I promise, I'll do whatever you sa...uunnnff..." she
moaned as his strong hand gave her another spanking.

   "What was that?" He asked his daughter.  "I couldn't hear you.  You're
going to be a good, submissive little employee and do whatever I tell you
to do?" He said, purposefully using as many double entendres as he could.

   SMMAACCCKKK!!

   His cock was straining against his slacks now, and had he wanted to, he
could've easily ripped her panties off and fucked her brains out on his
desk.  He could see how turned on she was.  But that's not what he wanted
right now.  He needed to break her first.  He needed her to know that the
vacation was over, and that he would be providing her with a new kind of
discipline in her life.  The tables had instantly turned.

   SMAAACCCKKK!!

   He wanted to punish her.  He wanted to leave her ass marked, like a
territory he now possessed.  He wanted to see that she knew how to submit
to him.  He wanted to know whether she could really be controlled and
disciplined by being spanked.  And it appeared she still could.

   SMMMAAACCCCKKKKK!!

   And she cried out, "YES DADDY, I'LL BE GOOD DADDY I PROMISE!"

   James Devlin had never imagined that he would have his sexy stepdaughter
bent over his work desk with her skirt pulled up while she called him
daddy. These were the types of thoughts that even his fantasies wouldn't
entertain for sheer believability sake.

   But as she cried the word "Daddy" to him as he spanked her, he could
feel the blood rushing through his cock and the precum leaking out along
his leg.

   When he was finally done with his last spanking he left his hand resting
on Cassie's soft ass, lightly rubbing her bright-pink bottom as her intense
breathing and moans slowly started to dwindle.  She shifted her weight back
and forth between each leg as each of her ass cheeks lowered and raised in
his hand.  Her head hung slightly off the other side of his desk now as she
softly panted--her hair coming somewhat undone during the ordeal, plunged
towards the floor like a waterfall of ravens.

   When he was done softly rubbing her ass cheeks, he stood up and helped
her to stand as well.  He straightened her coat and blouse and then he
knelt down in front of her and peeled down her skirt to its regular
position, though not before getting another huge whiff of her arousal while
he was eyelevel with the front of her soaked thong.  He could see her
juices lightly sticking to the sheer peach fabric as he could barely make
out the top of her pussy.  Then he stood up and faced her as he looked down
at his stepdaughter's humbled expression.  She was incredibly red and she
looked either like she was about to cry or about to orgasm.  A piece of her
hair stuck to the side of her neck from her own sweat.

   As she glanced down she could easily see the giant outline of his cock
stretched along his left leg.  He looked huge.  Holy fuck he looked huge.
So spanking her ass had turned him on too.  The thought sent another shiver
running through her spinal cord as she realized just how sexual the entire
thing had become.

   "From now on, when you fuck up, that is what will happen.  No more
negotiating.  No more easy punishments.  If you make a mistake, and I mean,
ANY mistake, I will march you into my office, close my door, and give you
as many hard spankings as it takes for you to finally learn your lesson. 
Do you understand, young lady?"

   "Yes," she said, as her pussy tingled at his commanding words.

   "Yes what?" He replied.

   "Yes, Daddy." She said, trying ever so slightly to access a slutty curve
to her words as she said them.  She straightened her hair and outfit while
they stood there together.

   "Good girl." He said, and with that he turned around to go back to his
desk.  "Now get back to work," and just like that she left his office and
headed out to her desk.

   She dropped the vape pen into her purse and then made a beeline towards
the standalone handicapped bathroom at the far end of the building that was
almost never used.

   She walked inside, locked the door, and immediately yanked her skirt and
panties down to the floor as she leaned back against the door and began
fingering herself furiously.  She rubbed all over her clit and through her
folds as she starred at her tousled hair and disheveled outfit in the
mirror.

   She softly moaned "Yes, Daddy!" over and over again until she came
harder than she could ever remember having cum before in her entire life.
It all took less than thirty seconds.

   She slumped to the floor in an exhausted heap as the orgasm went on for
way longer than expected.  A single tear rolled down her left cheek as her
heart beat out of her chest like a runaway freight train.  But she wasn't
sad.  She wasn't upset either.  She was emotionally enthralled.  She was
broken for her dad...her Daddy...her submission to him instantly cemented.
Her mind roiled at what had just happened between them as she felt her
entire body tingle with a sort of numbing, feverish warmth--the sexual
tension version of Icy-Hot.

   She moaned as she squeezed her breasts and lightly ran her fingers
through the folds of her pussy to feel just how wet she was.

   She had never been so turned on in her entire life.

   She had never been so excited to get back into trouble.

   And she had especially never been so excited...

   ...to obey.

   to be continued....
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