Secretary    Chapter 1 of 6+    (MF, M+F, Hum, Exh,. D/S, BDSM,
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Chapter 1

"Oh god. 
Oh Shit.
Damn.
Damn". She said aloud.  This was trouble, big trouble.
She had lobbied hard to get her niece hired, despite the freeze
on hiring.  Now, she had been betrayed.  "Shit!"  

She couldn't hide it.  As the executive secretary to the CEO, she
was too loyal, and too vulnerable to try to hide Amy's theft. 
She knew that she would take as much heat as her niece.  Not just
because she for her sponsor, but because she would have to
convince them not to send her to jail.

Diane had been Mr. Young's secretary for over 17 years.  Ever
since he joined the company, and she was a secretarial pool
standout, both in skills and looks.  At twenty years old, 125
wpm, shorthand, and proficiency in the new Excel, Mr. Young had
chosen her to be his secretary.  Her 37c-24-35 figure and golden
hair, made a nice impression on Mr. Young's clients.  He had made
it clear from the beginning that he expected her appearance to be
as important as that of the new multimillion dollar home office
complex.  Almost immediately, she also learned that he expected
her to be a full service secretary.  

She thought back to the first time Mr. Young had made know his
designs on her.  She had been his secretary for nearly 3 months,
and she was helping make the department stand out.  It had been a
hectic day.  There was an important document that needed to go in
the mail today.  Nevertheless, she had plans for lunch with some
of the other secretaries.  Lunch ended up being long and she had
joined the other in a glass of wine.  When she returned, Mr.
Young noted her delayed return, but said nothing.  Soon he called
her in to shorthand some thoughts he had on another project in
the company.  After a few sentences, he notices the smell of
alcohol.  He frowned, but again said nothing.  He completed his
comments, and she typed them up and buzzed the mail room to
deliver them.  Then she returned to the big document.

It was after 4 pm when she finished the lengthy document.  She
collated it, and prepared the envelope, weighed and stamped it.
Then she delivered it to Mr. Young for his signature , and
returned to her office.  She was packing up for the day, when Mr.
Young appeared in his office door.  

"Miss Wilson, will you come in here please."  His voice was
rather stern.  

She closed the opened desk drawer and pushed her chair back.  He
stepped aside as she entered the office.  What he did next
surprised Diane.  He locked the door!  What, she couldn't
remember him ever locking the door.  Knowing something was up,
she walked to the front of the desk and waited.  Mr. Young walked
to his chair and sat down.   He placed his elbows on the desk,
with his hands interlocked and forefinger raised around his mouth
in contemplation.  He remained like this for several minutes. 
Diane's tension was building.  Was her long lunch going to get
her demoted back to the secretarial pool?  Worse would he fire
her?  Everyone stretched their lunch from time to time.  Why was
she being singled out?  

"Miss Wilson, do you like working for me?", he asked.

"Yes sir", she replied, "very much".  "You're the best boss in
the company.  Everyone knows that.  In addition, I get to be in
on the latest, most important projects in the company.  I love
it."

"Well Miss Wilson, until today I have been very pleased with your
work." he stated.  "But today, you have made several serious
errors.  These errors no only reflect poorly on you, but reflect
poorly on me as well.  They wasted company funds, and
potentially, cost the company one of its largest accounts." 
These mistakes were probably caused by, and magnified by your
drinking at lunch."  "You were drinking at lunch, were you not
Miss Wilson"       

"Ahhhhhh, Yeeessss Sir, I guess I was." answered Diane

He laughed.  "You guess".  Well, that was unfortunate, Miss
Wilson.  It's going to cost you, because you made some very
serious errors."  First, the memo you took to the plant manager,
contained numerous errors, misspellings, and you left out one
complete thought.  I read over you shorthand notes, and it seems
your attention was drifting.  I found one sentence that was the
start of one thought and the end of another.   The plant manager
called me to clarify these ideas and sounded like he wouldn't
seriously consider my ideas.  He complained that he found fifteen
misspelled words and 20 missing punctuation marks, in a two page
memo.  I had to tell him, my regular secretary took ill at lunch,
and was not herself.

That in itself is bad enough.  But the Musselman Report is where
you potentially created disaster.   Starting with page 35, there
are numerous typos, missing punctuation, and sentences and
paragraphs intermixed, repeated, or omitted..   Had this gone
out, I'm sure that we would not have been able to convince them
of our competence.  YOU EVEN ADDRESSED THE ENVELOPE TO THE 
"MISSLEMAN BROS.  AT OUR OWN ADDRESS.

"Oh my gosh, I'm terribly sorry!" Diane said, breaking into
tears.  "Please let me fix it.  Please don't fire me.  I'll fix
it.  I'll work all night if I have too.  Just please don't fire
Me.", she begged.

"Yes, you will correct it.  And it better not take all night!"
said Mr. Young.  "But, I think some punishment is in order. 
Don't you, Miss Wilson?"

"Well, umm."  Diane stammered. "What do you mean Sir?"

"I think you should be spanked!"  

"Wha............"  "You mmmean like a childdd.  Pppuuttt over
your kneeee and pppaddled."

"Precisely, Miss Wilson!  You must learn from this Miss Wilson,
and to make the learning memorable, you will be spanked
severely."

"Bbbuttt I can lllearn, Sssir.  I dddon'tt wwwant to beeee
ssssppankkedddddd" 

"Would you rather I fire you, Miss Wilson.  Or send you in
disgrace back to the secretarial pool, where you can type copy
for advertising drivel."

"NNNNOOOO.  PLEASE!  Please I would lose my apartment and car
without this job.  And if I got sent to the pool, I never get a
opportunity like this again.

"So, we are at a vrossroads then, Miss Wilson, are we not?" Mr.
Young tendered.  Will it be the pool, or a little punishment and
continuation of you status?"

Diane shifted her weight from foot to foot.  She just couldn't
imagine getting a spanking at her age.  Especially, not here at
work and not from her boss.  She couldn't.  She just stood there,
with tears in her eyes.

"Well, Miss Wilson?" Mr. Young said softly.

She really had no choice.  She wanted this job.  She needed this
job.  She wouldn't be able to stand the humiliation of going back
to the pool.  No, no choice at all.

"Iii ggguessss I'lllll ttttake the ssspankinggggg, Sir.".  Diane
said.  "I just have to keep my job"

"I think you chose wisely.  I would have hated to loose you. 
When you don't drink, you are a very good secretary." said Mr.
Young.  "Bring that straight chair to the center of the room." he
added, pointing to one near the wall.  As she retrieved the
chair, he moved the two larger chairs in front of his desk, out
of the way.

Diane stood behind the chair, nervously.  She was shaking just a
little.  Mr. Young sat down in the straight chair, and patted his
knee.  Diane circled him and laid herself over his knee, with her
feet firmly on the floor, but Mr. Young pulled her forward so the
bend of her hips was centered on his lap.  Her feet now stretched
to reach the floor.  He waited a full minute.  Diane's tension
increased.  She tried to control her shaking, but only managed to
minimize it.

Suddenly, she felt his hand lift the hem of her skirt.  "What are
you doing Mr. Young?" 

"Only a bare bottom spanking leaves a lasting impression, Miss
Wilson," her boss said.

"Oh no" breathed Diane.  Her tears started up again.  He was
going to bare her bottom.
Right here in his office.  How humiliating.  She was blushing
furiously.  How could he.  He was going to see her naked bottom.
 "Ohhh  godddddddd."

He lifted the skirt, moving it above her waist.  He tucked it in.
 He did the same with her slip.  Then, he worked his fingers into
the waistband of her panty hose.  He skimmed them down,
alternately tugging and pulling each leg down.  He pushed her
shoes off and tugged the hose off her feet, dropping them both to
the floor.  Diane dreaded what was to come next.  He was going to
expose her.  Strip her last feminine covering.  It was as if he
was baring her sole.  She was holding her breath.  She felt her
fingers at the elastic.  How could she just lie there?  How could
she allow this to happen?  She wanted to jump up and run
screaming from the room.  But, she just lay there, shaking
slightly, tears welling from her eyes.

He pulled the panties down slowly, dragging his hands lightly
over her skin, with the garment.  Diane shivered again.  Down her
hips, they went, over her buttocks, down her thighs.  All the
time, that light touch of his fingers on her skin.  Down over her
knees, the fingers dallied, then, over her calves and ankles.  

They were off.  He held her panties in his hand, and looked at
her.  She could feel his eye on the back of her head.  She turned
to look at him.  God, she felt he could see into her soul.  She
felt so vulnerable.   She could see him raise the panties, and
slip them into his shirt pocket.  No.  He couldn't do that.  He'd
display them to his buddies, his trophy of her punishment.  She
pictured him in a bar, twirling the panties on a finger.  God. 
Oh god.  How humiliating.  

"Are you ready to accept you punishment willingly, Miss Wilson?"
Mr. Young said.
 
She couldn't say it.  She couldn't accept being bared for
punishment.  She COULDN'T be spanked.  NEVER.  

"Yes Sir" she said.

He raised his hand and starred into her eyes.  She wilted, unable
to hold his gaze.  She turned her face back to the floor.

Smack!   "Ohhhh", Diane wasn't prepared for this.
Smack!    Diane's gave a sharp intake of breath.
Smack!     Diane gritted her teeth
Smack!     It hurt
Smack!     A small cry escaped her lips.
Smack!     Ouch!, her mind screamed
Smack!     Another gasp
Smack!      It burned
Smack!      Her butt hurt
Whack!     This was getting painful!
Smack!      Oh my! Diane's brain screamed
Smack!       Her bottom was on fire now
Smack!       She had to stop this
Smack!       Stop this NOW!
Smack!       Her tears flowed freely.
Smack!       The flames grew in her posterior.
Smack!       Her legs kicked.
Smack!       "Owwwww!"  She moaned 
Smack!       She jerked
Smack!        "Ouch" she cried
Smack!       Her buttocks were the center of her world now!!
Smack!        "NO!"   Exploded from her lips
Smack!       She thrashed.
Smack!        "PLEASEEEEE"
Smack!         Her Bottom throbbed
Smack!        "NOOO MOREEE"
Smack!         "STOP!"
Smack!         "MERCY"
Smack!         "PLEASE"
Smack!          Her fanny blazed   !!!
Smack!         "DON"T"
Smack!          "STOP"
Smack!         "HELP ME"
Smack!          "PLEASE"
Smack!          "MR. YOUNG"
Smack!          "STOP'
Smack!          "PLEASE"
Smack!          "IT HURTS
Smack!          "MMMERCYYYY!"
Smack!          Her ass was an inferno!!!!
Smack!          "OOWWW!"
Smack!           Tears poured from her eyes
Smack!           "OUCHHHHH!
Smack!           "IIIEEEEEEEE"
Smack!            "AHHHHHH"
Smack!            "EEEEEEEE"
Smack!            Her nose was running
Smack!            "OWWWWWWWWWWiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Smack!            "IEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Smack!            "OH
GODDDDDDDDDDdddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd"!!!!!

Mr. Young stopped.  His hand hurt.  He looked at Diane's bottom.
 It was entirely colored, mostly, a rich pink color.  But the
center of each cheek was darker, maroon. 
There were crimson streaks in places that looked like cracks on
an egg.  

Diane was sobbing hysterically.  Deep sobbing breaths as she
tried to get enough air into her body to keep up with her
pounding heart.  The tears were mostly exhausted.  Her sobs
sounded like a billows that's opening was plugged nearly shut.  
"whzzzzzzz ...... ..... mmmzzzzz"  She was a limp rag, draped
over his lap

He laid the back of his hand on her ass.  Diane jumped as if he
had struck again.  It was almost too hot to leave it there.  It
was almost as hot as his palm.  But his hand was cooling faster.
After a minute or two, he started to caress her bottom.  He
lightly slid his hand in circles, expanding to cover all of her
buttocks.  Diane would jerk occasionally, whether from
involuntary reaction, or tenderness, he wasn't sure.  

He caressed her bottom for several minutes.  Diane's sobbing
ceased, and she her breathing slowed.  He expanded his caress to
her thighs.  He moved to the insides and slowly worked his way up
to the vee of her sex.  He brushed her vulva lightly, and Diane
gave something between a gasp and a sigh.  He continued to caress
her bottom, thighs and occasionally brushing her sex.  He
returned to her pussy more and more often, and a moan escaped
Diane's lips.  He rested his other hand on her ass, and parted
her sex lips, working them lovingly.   He reached farther, to her
clitoris.  He brushed it lightly.  Another moan.  He continued to
caress her lips, opening her more, but his attack centered on her
clit.  

She was moaning constantly now.  His finger entered her, teasing
her entrance opened.  He worked her pussy.  Faster.  Firmly.  His
fingers dancing across her clit, rubbing her lips, twirling
around her opening.  He could feel her need now.  She wiggles her
hips in tiny circles.  He let it build.  Getting more demanding,
he put another finger at her opening.  She was ready.  He
withdrew the first finger.  His pressure on her clitoris
increased.  He hips were thrusting now. He jammed two fingers
into her opening, giving them a 90 degree twist as soon as they
reached bottom.    He crooked them up and flicked her G-stop.

She started slamming her hips back onto his fingers, as her body
shook.  
Diane came.  Her entire body tensed and a cry escaped her lips. 
She gripped his fingers tightly.   
 
He caressed her lightly as she recovered from her orgasm.  Even
his caress of her injured bottom only brought slight movement or
sound.  She was spent.  He continued to pet her for many
minutes.

Diane realized what she had done.  How humiliating, to have had
an orgasm before a fully dressed man, AND THAT MAN WAS HER BOSS.
How could she.  She had to get out of there. Flee. Run.  It was
too much.   She tried to push herself off his lap as she started
to cry tears of shame.

Mr. Young held the blonde down on his lap.  "Rest my dear" he
said.  
He continued to caress her wounded bottom.  "When I release you,
you will go to your desk and bring me your hand lotion.  You will
return to this position, while I apply it."

After a moment, Diane settled down.  Mr. Young released her, and
helped her to her feet.  He straightened her skirt.  Diane
unlocked the door, the retrieved the lotion.  Slowly, she
returned to his side, and gave him the lotion.

"Raise your skirts, and position yourself", he said.  She did so.
 "I'll only use a little so it won't stain you clothes"   

He squirted some of the cream onto her behind.  She flinched.  It
was cold.  Then he lightly spread the cream around.  He worked it
over her entire fanny and even swiped over her uninjured thighs.
He rubbed until the lotion disappeared and his hands started to
feel friction again.  He lifted Diane to her feet.  He returned
the chair to the wall, but brought forth none to replace it. 
Then he sat down at his desk.

"Well, Miss Wilson, I think you now realize that things will be
different from now on."  Mr. Young began.  "I will have some new
rules for you to follow in the future.  But for now we shall
continue your punishment and restitution.  Get you pad and a
stool from the break room."

Diane hurried out of the office and grabbed a stool from the
break room.  It was a good three feet tall, made to reach the
countertop used for food preparation.  When she returned to the
office, Mr. Young, indicated a spot straight in front of his
desk.  She then returned for her pad, and stood waiting for his
instructions.

"We are going to recompose and prepare the memo first." he began.
 "From now on you will only sit on a stool when taking dictation.
 At the other times you will stand.  Once you have received
dictation of the memo, you will have 30 minutes to type 5 perfect
copies of it.  .  Each individual error will be worth one stoke
for your next punishment.  We'll give you a couple of days to
heal, unless your errors become a habit.   For that privilege for
each memo that is not perfect you shall give me one article of
clothing.  If none of them are perfect, well your ass prays that
doesn't happen.     

After that is finished, you will, attired as is, retype pages
35-69 of the Musselman report.  Each page will be correct in
every way.  Last pickup at the downtown post office is at 11:00
pm.  If the Musselman report is not there in time, further severe
punishment will result.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir", Diane answered.  She tried to sit down gingerly on the
stool.  She quickly jumped off it.  Her damage bottom hurt.  How
could she sit.

"One moment, Miss Wilson.", he injected.  "When you sit upon the
stool you must place you bare behind on the seat.  You will not
cross your legs.  And up will keep your feet on rungs of the
stool"

Diane's mouth opened in retort, but the look one his face stopped
the words.  Getting her skirt over the stool while getting her
butt high enough to sit, was going to be interesting.  Basically,
she raised her skirt completely, (the front came up and bared her
pussy again) and hopped back onto the stool.  She cringed.  Her
bottom hurt.  She shifted around trying to get comfortable, but
just couldn't.  She started to get up again.

"To Fred Delmotte, Plant Manager", Mr. Young started his
dictation.  Diane scrambled to open her pad and get the info
down.  Fortunately, this part was obvious.  
 FD pm  RY vps  
Re: JC manf ln  , she wrote.

Diane sat in discomfort as Mr. Young regurgitated the memo he had
given that afternoon.  "OK.", he finished.  Looking at the clock,
he said "you have 30 minutes, until 6:38 precisely."

Diane hopped off the stool and was almost out the door when he
called her back.

"Put on your shoes, pick up your hose, and return the stool to
the break room."

She slipped into her shoes grabbed her pantyhose, and picked up
the stool.  She hurried to the break room, she hurried back to
her computer.  She hadn't gotten it shut down thankfully.  She
started the first memo.  She knows she had to hurry, the memo was
only two pages, but two full pages.  

 He had calculated it carefully.  120wpm was 10 lines per minute.
 50 lines per page were 5 minutes.  Five minutes times five memo
was 25 minutes.  The time to print, close and open the next would
take time.   It would be very hard for her to finish on time..  

Diane flew thru the first memo.  Her bottom hurt terribly.   By
the time she settled down enough to remember she had to be
accurate, it was done.  She took a deep breath before she started
the next one.  She was determined to complete them on time, and
she dreaded the cost of any errors.  She tried to proof her work
as she went now.  It slowed her down.  Especially, when she made
a mistake and had to backup to fix it.  Fortunately, she was very
focused and only saw a couple of errors.

She was to the fifth memo.  She thought she was going to make it.
 She sagged a little with relief.   She was on it's closing, when
she heard him at the door.   

"Times up" she heard him say.  "You may print that as it is. 
Bring them to my desk".

She brought him the printed memos.  She handed them to him and
turned to look for the chair.  Oh, I can't sit she remembered. 
She took a step back, and stood before the desk.  

Mr. Young took out a red pen and started to check the memos.  The
first one had 5 typos, all reversed letters.  The second one was
perfect.  He would send that to Fred tomorrow.
The third one had a single error, a missed punctuation mark.  The
forth only had one extra space error.  He didn't even mark that.
The fifth memo was the one she hadn't completed.  There were no
errors on the part completed.  But there were 38 characters
missing if you included the missing spaces. (249 if you included
space to the end of line for missing lines, but that really
wasn't fair)

Diane watched as Mr. Young circled errors like a school master. 
She was devastated.  Only three out of five were the required
error free, and one of those wouldn't count because it wasn't
finished.  How could she have done so poorly?  She was going to
be spanked again, spanked a lot.  Would she pay the price to put
the spanking off.  She had to.  Her butt still hurt too much. 
And sitting was very uncomfortable.  

"Well, it looks like you're in for some more spanks.  Forty-five
more to be precise.  We'll save those for Friday"    "Now then
you ruined 3 memos.  So you owe me 3 articles of clothing.  Let's
see.  Start with your bra.  Get it off but don't remove your
blouse.

Diane was dumbfounded.  Taking her bra off with her tight white
blouse still on would take a lot of twisting and turning.  Then
she realized, once it was off, her thin blouse would hardly hide
her breasts at all.  She reached behind her and managed to get
the clasp undone after several attempts.  Her breast fell a
couple of millimeters; she was still quite firm, but liked a
little uplift to show them off.  She was going to show them off
all right.  She was doing a mental inventory, and realized where
she would end up.  My God.   Reaching up her sleeves for the
shoulder straps, she pulled them down, while trying not to
dislodge the loosely hanging bra.  She pulled her arm out of the
second strap,   and hesitated for a second.  Then she continued,
slowly pulling the bra out.  The cup on that side pulled up first
and her left breast follow for a second.  Then it popped free and
jiggled to a stop.  The other cup had more sideways pull and the
cup, followed by the side strap dragged across the nipple.  That,
plus her humiliation, plus her imagined immediate future (as well
as her previous orgasm) made her nipples harden dramatically. 
She laid the bra on the desk.

"We'll now", said Mr. Young.  "What shall I own next?"  He left
his chair and came around to lean on the front of his desk.  He
had a very nice view of her nipples against the silk of her
blouse.  

Diane was sure he would ask for her blouse next.  Displaying the
orbs he was staring at.  She had a thought, her shoes.  There
were two of those.  She lifted her foot and took one off.  But
before she could hand it to him, he laughed 

"No, I don't think footwear qualifies as clothes.  Not clothes
you see." he said "They're not knitted or woven.  Not spun or
ginned.  And besides, you will need them when we go to the post
office.  I wouldn't want you to step on a pebble, or a piece of
glass."

WHAT?  She wasn't going to get her cloths back!  She was going to
go to the post office in what she would have left!  No way!  He
couldn't be serious.  She wouldn't have enough cloths left.

"I like that skirt." Mr. Young said, breaking her thoughts.  "Let
me have that"

Diane was relieved.  She knew it was only temporary, but she was
relieved.  She reached back for the button.  Releasing it, she
pulled the zip down as far as it went.  Then she wiggled it to
and fro until past her hips.  Once past, it fluttered to the
floor.  She leaned down to pick it up.  She was glad there was no
one behind her. Her half slip was much shorter, and one could
probably see thru it as well.  She felt her breast sway just a
little, the sway again as she stood to hand the skirt to her
boss.

Mr. Young dropped the garment one the desk.  His choices were
getting deliciously limited.  Especially, since her panties were
already in his pocket. Her half slip, and her blouse.  It was
tempting to take the slip, to expose her sex, to leave no
question about the future. But he wanted to see those fantastic
tits of hers.  He had avoided starring at them for so long.  Now
he was going to have a good look.  And it wouldn't be the last. 
He decided to make her choose.  He knew she was too shy to bare
her privates.  She would show him her chest, of her own free
will.

"Well, Miss Wilson", he inquired "Which article do you wish to
give me for your last penalty."

Diane had to ponder the question.  She couldn't give him either.
Expose her breasts, No way, Bare her vagina, impossible.  No,
neither!  But neither was not be acceptable.  He had given her a
choice.  Obey these requests or be fired.  So she had three
choices.  Her answer had been obvious to her from the moment he
said pick one.  She didn't know he knew it was obvious too.

She picked at the first button of her blouse.  Slowly, it came
undone, then the next.  Then another......She got the last button
loose.   She took a deep breath, then, slowly pulled the lapels
back, off one shoulder, and then the other.  Her breasts were
exposed now.  But at least her arms hid them a little.  But now
she pulled her arms out of each sleeve in turn.  It was off.  Her
precious breasts were on display.  Mr. Young's eyes were boring
hole in the chest.  Her cheeks burned.   

They were magnificent.  Especially, with the upper edges pink
from her blush.  Just gorgeous, like he knew they were.  He
feasted on them for two full minutes while Diane's blush receded
slightly.  He stood and walked slowly around her, taking in all
angles.   The slip showed the swell and crease of her derriere,
the material darker over the fleshiest (bruised) parts.  The
silky material molded to her hips and thighs too.  And the tight
muscles in her back were lovely.  He circled again drinking in
her nearly nude body.

"Miss Wilson, hadn't you had better get to work.", he asked. 
"And don't forget the proper posture." he added.  "Your flesh and
the seat must meet."

"Yes sir.", Diane said.  She turned and walked back to her desk.
She felt so naked.  She pulled up the Musselman report, and
dumped the incorrect pages.  She was nearly naked.  Then she
pulled open her desk drawer and extracted the original un-typed
report.  She felt like there hundreds of people staring at her
breasts.  She started typing.  Her skin of bottom itched from the
tweed of the seat.  She tried to find a comfortable position. 
She had to push her feelings away, and concentrate one the job at
hand.  As she typed, she fell into her old rhythm, and her attire
concerns slipped from her consciousness.  She was plugging way,
having done about ten pages, when here intercom line buzzed. 
Crash..  Just like that her humiliation returned.  She was nearly
naked.  And that was HIM, the man who had spanked her.  What
would he want?  She picked up the phone.  

"Yes sir." she answered.

"Miss Wilson, I'd like a cup of coffee, please", her boss said.

"Yes sir."  She replied.  She heard him hang up.  She realized
she would have to go to the break room again to make and get the
coffee.  It would be a further excursion of her near nudity.  She
stood up, and headed off.  She had just started the coffee pot,
when she had a thought.  What about the custodial staff.  Did
they work every night?  What time did they start?  When would
they get to this floor?  My god, she would just die if they saw
her like this.    She wished the coffee would hurry.  She would
have to walk the open hallway back to her office.  Once there she
would be able to hear them in the hall, and maybe find somewhere
to hide.  She started shaking again.  A watched pot never boils.
Why was the coffee taking so long.  

Finally, it was finished.  She poured a cup, and checking the
hallway first, then walked quickly back to the office.  She
walked thru his doorway, and his eyes were already on her.  He
had been waiting for her.  Her breasts were bouncing lightly from
her hurried walk.  Her blush returned yet again.  Her
cardiovascular system was sure getting a workout.  She reached
the coffee across the desk, almost spilling it when she thought
of the view he was getting.  

"Very nice", he said.  "You may return to your desk."  

"Yes Mr. Young, Sir", she acknowledged.   

With no further orders the secretary returned to her computer and
again engrossed her self in the Musselman report.  She worked
steadily for nearly an hour.  She was getting a little hungry. 
But she had another problem.  She had to use the restroom.  It
was getting to be a pressing issue.  But the restrooms were on
the far side of the building.  Finally, she could wait no longer.
 She had to go.  Wait, his office had its own restroom.  She was
saved.   She walked into his office and up to his desk.  He
watched her all the way.

"Sir, I have to use the restroom.", she told him.  "May I use
your bathroom?".

She fidgeted.  He could see her need was great.  But he wanted to
watch her fidget.  He wanted to see her body moving in that
intimate way.  He looked thoughtful.

"I wouldn't think the ladies room was crowded.", he countered. 
She shifted her feet again.  Her thighs were pressed together. 
Her jaw clenched.  Her eyes were pleading.

"No sir." she answered.  "But it's quite a walk and what about
the custodial staff" She raised up on her toes, suppressing the
desire to hold herself.  Why was he tormenting her?  She had to
go.  Couldn't he see that?

He was mesmerized.  She was almost dancing in front of him.  She
stood pigeon toed, pressing her thigh tight.  She fidgeted from
foot to foot, up on her toes, as if she could raise her bladder a
little above the level of the liquid filling it.  Her breasts
were almost shivering and jiggled each time she shifted. He
absorbed every movement.  

"Oh, go ahead and use mine", he relented.  "though the custodial
staff doesn't reach this floor until after midnight, usually." 

She got only two steps toward the door when he added.   "Just
remember, you are not to close the door when you use my private
washroom."
    
What?  Oh god, not another humiliation.  He would listen?  She
had no choice though.  She'd waited too long.  If she tried for
the Ladies room, she'd surely have an accident before she got
there.

She pulled the door open just enough to get in. but he stopped
her and told her to push it back to the doorstop.  She rushed
inside.  At least she didn't have to peal off panties and hose. 
She saw that the bathroom was situated such that you had to be
directly opposite the door to see into it.  At least he couldn't
see her from his desk.  She sat and started immediately.  She
knew he could hear her though.  She was peeing so hard, and so
long.  She was so ashamed.  Her blush would be permanent after
tonight.  She finished.  Back to work.  

She worked for another hour, before she finished.  She ran it
thru the spell check twice, then, proof read it too.  She only
found a couple errors.  It was nearly ten o'clock.  She took the
completed report to Mr. Young to proof.  

"Done?" he asked.  

She shook her head.  

"Well, as reward for finishing early, you may pull up one of the
arm chairs.  Then you will masturbate while I check for errors."

Oh god.  What else would he make her do?  This was just too much.
 She hadn't really exposed her vagina yet.  Now, she would have
to display herself in an intimate way.  It was embarrassing. 
Yet, she found herself dragging a chair to the center of the
room.  She sat down, and leaned back.  But then she stalled.  Mr.
Young was watching her.  She looked into his eyes, and her blush
returned.  

Almost, as if his will was moving her muscles, she lowered her
hands.  Pulling her slip up, she spread her legs to give her
hands access.  They lightly caressed her thighs as they headed up
to her pussy.  He could see her cunt now, she was sure.  Her
fingers touched her lips.  She was wet.  Surprise.  She had been
under sexual attack for over 5 hours.  She started stroking her
lips, spreading the moisture.

Mr. Young watched as his secretary stimulated herself.  He knew
she couldn't stop now.  Her fingers were dipping, caressing,
exploring.  Her hips were starting to rotate, and she was moaning
softly.  She held her eyes on his, even as he watched her body. 
She reached up for her tits.  Kneading them, and rubbing her
nipples.  She was getting near an orgasm.  He watched, waiting,
eyes locked on hers.  It was time.  

"Cum for me my dear" he said softly

'Yes, yes, your whore will cum for you.'  Her mind screamed.  She
exploded.  Every muscle locked as her sex sent an overload of
signals to her brain.  She was rigid for many long seconds, and
then she broke into a shuddering, thrusting single minded
organism.  Finally, she slumped as if she was dead.  
After a few minutes, she looked up.  He was reading the report. 
But he saw her movement.  

"Just rest now" he said           

She didn't even reach to adjust her slip.  She just closed her
eyes.  

He read thru the report.  There were two words he wanted to
change, so he slipped out to her desk, and made the adjustment. 
Then he sent the report to the printer.  He returned to his desk.
 When he did, he could see she was alert now.  She straightened
up in her chair, pulling her slip down.  Had she really done what
she'd just done?  Oh god.  Not again.

Mr. Young gave her a few minutes to gather her self.  He watched
the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.  He could
watch that all night he told himself.  But........

Miss Wilson," he called.   "Stand up and come here by me."

Why would he want her behind her desk?  Oh no.  He was going to
make her do him.  It was obvious.  She had gotten hers, now.... 
She couldn't do that.  She walked to his side.  Her eye level
breasts were the target of his vision.  He pushed his chair back
from the desk.  

"Miss Wilson, it's time to start being a full service executive
assistant." he said.  "I want you to get down on your knees"

She dropped to her knees.  He unzipped his trousers and reached
inside.  He pulled out his penis.  Her eyes were locked on it. 
She knew what came next but couldn't do it.  Then she felt him
take her hand and guide it to his penis.  It was warm.  It
started to grow bigger around, and stick up farther from his
pants.  His hand helped her lift it up a little.  Suddenly she
felt his other hand on the back of her head.  He was tugging her
gently forward.  Closer, closer, until it touched her lips.

"Open.", he commanded.  And when she did he pulled her farther
forward and added  "Suck"  

She wasn't very good.  It must be her first blowjob.  He used his
hand on her head to get her started.  She just bobbed on the
first couple of inches, and didn't use her tongue at all.  Yet he
came within a minute.  All the stimulation from her initiation
had made him horny as hell.  He hadn't stood a chance.  His semen
blasted into her mouth.

He filled her mouth.  She didn't know any better, so she just
swallowed.  She hardly even tasted it, not that she disliked what
she did taste.  She tried to pull back, but he was holding her
head.  Almost idly her tongue started to lick at his meat.  That
got his attention.  He started caressing her hair instead of
holding her head.  She could taste it now.  Kind of salty, and
just a little bitter.  Her tongue swirled the shrinking organ. 
Presently, to slid out of her mouth.

He touched her cheek, and said "Thank you my dear, but we'll have
to give you more practice at that" He tucked his cock back in his
pants and stood up.  "We had better get a move on or we'll miss
the post.  

She remembered.  Was he really going to make her go to the post
office like this?  No, he couldn't do that.  She'd get arrested
for indecent exposure.  He wouldn't want that, would he?   She
wasn't quite sure.  

"Type up a new envelope for the Musselman Report.  And try to get
it right this time." He nagged her a little.  

She hurried to her desk.  She could still feel his eye on her
butt as she went.  She quickly put an envelope in her typewriter
and typed it out.  She put the same postage one it she had used
earlier in the day.  It was the same number of pages.  She
returned to his office. (His eye watched each bounce of her
breasts)  Then she reached for the pages on his desk, (bending
slightly, his eye feasting on the way her breast hung free).  She
tucked the pages into the envelope, and licked the envelope
closed.  

She straightened up before his desk.  He knew this was the last
view he would have of her bare breast tonight.  He wouldn't
subject her to possible arrest.  He picked up the skirt and
blouse.  Then he had one more brainstorm.  He bit each of the
buttons off of her blouse.  Then he took his stapler and stapled
a 3 inch dart into the inside back of the material.

"I will trade you that half slip for this blouse and skirt."
offered Mr. Young

She didn't have to think.  Even altered as it was the blouse
would hide her breasts for the first time in hours.  And the
skirt was much thicker and longer than the half slip she wore.
She skimmed off the half-slip, and placed it on the desk, not
even realizing that she was completely nude for the first time. 

He handed her the blouse first.  She slid her arms in and pulled
it around herself.  It didn't reach, but she'd suspected that. 
Besides, there were no buttons to hold it together.  She looked
up.  She realized her boss's eyes were trained on her sex.  Well,
he'd seen it all now she thought.  She waited while he drank in
the view.  Finally, he handed her the skirt.  She practically
ripped his arm off she grabbed it so quickly.  She fastened it
around her waist.  Knowing what he had in mind she tucked the
blouse into the waistband of the skirt.  Her belly button was
plainly visible, as was a lot of her 'cleavage'.  She would have
to be careful, or her breast would be in full view.  But for the
first time in hours she could say she was dressed.  Covered, more
or less.

Mr. Young picked up the report, and held his arm out for his
secretary.  They walked out of the office and down the hall as if
on their way to the theater or a formal dinner.  Diane almost
felt like she his princess.  They waited for the elevator.  It
arrived, and they entered.  They rode in silence, to the lobby. 
The elevator didn't go to ground.  The spacious, masterpiece
lobby of the corporate headquarters, had to be admired by all. 
So you had to take the stairs or escalator to the elevators on
the second level.

The doors opened.  They stepped out into the lobby and walked to
the nearest stair way bypassing the escalator.  Then she saw
them.  Two custodians, buffing the floor, were chatting with the
security guard making his rounds.  They were almost exactly at
the bottom of the open stairs.  Walking down the stairs in heels
(hers were only 2  inches) was making her tits bounce like two
basketball.  And having no panties on, she had no idea what they
could see, as her skirt flashed back and forth down each step. 
Mr. Young wasn't stopping, so she couldn't either.  

"Good evening gentleman", said Mr. Young about half way down.  He
always greeted any employee even if he didn't know them.  But now
it gave them an excuse to look, rather than steal furtive
glances.  He continued a light mostly one sided conversation with
the men the rest of the way down.  On sided, because the men were
concentrating on Diane more that the VP's words.   Diane pulled
her shoulder back to keep her blouse tight, so nothing would pop
out.  But this only forced her breast forward, and made images of
them in the cloth.  

They walked to the single door, with the security guard following
behind.  He would have to unlock it to let them out.  She could
feel his eyes one her ass.  Into the cool night air, Diane's
nipples hardened still more.  The breeze up her skirt was a new
experience for her.  Not thrilling, not stimulating, but she
definitely noticed it.

He led her to his car and unlocked the door.  She'd never ridden
in a Mercedes.  The seats were real leather.  

"When you ride in here,", her employer started.  "You will treat
as if it were your stool.  Your flesh shall touch the seat, and
your feet flat on the floor."

She lifted her skirt and sat down, then swung her legs in.  He
closed the door, then entered from his side.  He put his hand on
her thigh, up high only a few inches from her sex.  

"You're doing great my dear."  He stated.  "And you're absolutely
beautiful.

He drove to the post office, but passed right by it.  He
continued about 200 yards then pulled to the curb.  He got out,
then opened her door.  He held out his hand for her.  

Let's mail that letter." He said  

He expected her to walk all the way back to the post office box,
with her blouse wide opened and the wind playing with her skirt.
She blushed at the thought, but exited the car.  He turned and
headed of and she had to scurry to catch up.  Her breast started
to bounce, and her skirt bunched between the thighs.  The
bunching wasn't a bad once she caught up, but the pace he took,
kept her breasts in constant motion.  There wasn't a lot of
traffic, but each car that approached, spotlighted her.  She
wondered if they could see her blush.  She burned clear down to
her breasts.  Her tits felt like red neon signs, quivering to
catch your attention.  

They reached the mailbox.  They could have just pulled up and
rolled down the window.   As she reached to open the box, a car
passed by.  She was sure that it had a great profile view.   At
least the walk back wouldn't be so bad.  No.  Wait.  Don't, her
mind screamed.  He was crossing the street.  She would have to
endure the cars going the other way on the walk back.  

He walked past the car, just far enough to make her think he
would prolong her agony. Then he pulled her across the street,
while a car approached to light their way.  And to 
get a good view of her as she bounced her way across the street.
.            

They returned to the car.  He touched her cheek.  

"I guess that enough torment for tonight", Mr. Young, stated.  He
started the car, the drove her home.  When they arrived, he
walked her to the door.  He had some instructions for her.

"I will pick you up at 7:15 am tomorrow." He told her.  "Wear
your shortest skirt or dress, make sure you do your makeup
properly, and leave your pantyhose off."   You won't have to
reveal yourself to anyone but me,  but you should look very sexy
for my clients."

Diane walked up to her apartment.  She was tired.  She was also
relieved.  And she was changed.  She'd had two strong orgasms,
both in the presence of a fully clothed man.  That man was her
boss.  And she had sucked his cock.  Even though she was
embarrassed, and ashamed, she wanted more.  What was happening to
her................

**********************
Diane returned to the present.  She had to go to Mr. Young with
the evidence of her niece's theft.  Her niece was her
responsibility.  Mr. Young was sure to extract a severe penalty,
probably, very severe.  She'd have to wait till nearly 5 pm.  She
knew she'd have trouble working after she told him.  

She made it a point to pass thru the secretarial pool, any time
she left her desk.   She's sent her niece an e-mail telling her
not to leave tonight, but to wait at her cubicle.  She wanted to
talk to her.  She made eye contact with her each time she
passed..   Her niece knew she knew.  Her tension would build
throughout the day.   Good.  The bitch.  Diane knew she would
suffer for her Amy's stupidity.  She hoped Mr. Young would take
most of it out on her niece.  She continued her
reminiscing........