The Secretary  Chapter 2   (MF, M+F, Hum, Exh, D/S, BDSM, pun,
oral, anal semi-non con)


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CHAPTER 2

It was Thanksgiving week.  Diane had a couple of almost normal
days, except for her memories and anxiety.  The project Mr. Young
had was due at the end of the month and he worked on it steadily.
 At  5 pm Wednesday, he told her they would have to work Friday,
Saturday and maybe Sunday, to complete the project.  Then he
wished her a Happy Thanksgiving.  


She had arrived on Friday at her regular time of 7:30am, but had
dressed in a casual jean skirt and broadcloth shirt.  She had
even forgone makeup this morning.  She started the coffee, so it
would be ready when he arrived, and started on some reports he
had given her late on Wednesday.  Shortly he arrived in his usual
three piece suit.  She poured a cup of coffee and followed him
into his private office, then started back to her desk. 

 "Miss Wilson come back here." he commanded in a voice he had
never used before.  She stopped and turned back to stand before
his desk.   The scowl on his face was uncharacteristic and scared
her just a little.

"Have I not made my dress code clear?"  He continued, "That
ensemble is fit for a sports bar but is NOT proper attire for an
executive secretary.

"Err I guess, sir.  But I thought with just the two....."

"You are to conduct your self properly any time you are
representing this company, period!" he said.  "You cannot
represent it in those cloths."   "We will have to take care of
this immediately.  Of course this will add to your pending
punishment"

He put his suit coat back on, and headed around his desk.  Come
along Miss Wilson."

He led her to the executive parking lot, and they entered his
Mercedes. He wasn't starting the car.  Why?  He was staring at
her, scowling again.  Oh no.  He did mean it.  She would have to
put bare flesh against the seat.  She had difficulty getting the
narrow denim skirt hiked up, most of her thighs were exposed. 
She pulled her panties down.  What had he said?  Oh yes, to lower
them just past her knees and keep them there.  She had to spread
her legs.  She had to spread them quite wide, to hold the
panties.  With the skirt bunched at her waist, she was barely
covered, and only because there was no view from the front.  The
starter turned.

"Where are we going?" she asked.  She was more than a little
concerned now.

"Your choice of attire is not adequate, so I shall have to choose
a new one for you." 

He drove out to the suburbs, to the new Woodlawn Mall.  He parked
well back from the main entrance, to protect his car, with her
door opposite the entrance.  He got out quickly and circled to
her side.  He opened the door, as she hastily pulled up her
panties.  

I will not be seen with someone in such a frumpy state." he said.
 And then he withdrew a small penknife from his pocket.  "Hold
still!  I won't hurt you."  He drew the knife up to her neck and
then down between the lapels.  When it reached the first button
he drew it out about an inch.  The knife was so sharp the thread
holding the button was cut clean thru.  He continued to the next
button and cut that free, then the next one too.  He then
withdrew the knife and moved it down to her skirt.  He placed it
halfway between the waist and the hem.  He pushed it thru the
tough material, and snapped his wrist down.  A perfectly centered
slit was made in the skirt.
 
"There" he said. "At least you look somewhat sexy."  He took her
arm and started for the entrance.   She felt self conscious as
she felt her legs kick the slit of the skirt open.  As she walked
she saw some boys watching her.  When she climbed the stairs to
the doors, her legs were kicking the slit open almost constantly.
 

They entered the mall and the he led her along until the reached
the Merle Norman Shoppe.  He escorted Diane to one of the
consulting booths and helped her into the chair.  A girl, about
her age, with a good amount of makeup on, asked Diane if she
could help her.  

Before she could answer, Mr. Young gently squeezed her shoulder
and said "Yes.  I would like you to show this young lady how to
display herself more prominently."

The girl looked up at him in a quickly.  Display?  Mr. Young gave
her a short nod and stepped back.  I will return in 30 minutes
precisely.  Make sure she learns to do it herself, and give her
all the supplies she will need.  He laid a 20 dollar bill on the
counter, then turned and strolled out into the mall.

Diane listened and watched as the girl applied and explained the
makeup techniques that would be best for her skin and hair color.
 As the girl worked Diane watched her face jump out of the
mirror.  Foundation, blush, thick black mascara, eyeliner, eye
shadow,   lipstick, liner and gloss were progressively added. 
More heavy than she had ever done, but still not garishly.  Diane
beautiful face became stunning, yet neither untouchable nor
whorish.

The girl, having sensed a major sale, was explaining all the
variations Diane could use, as she laid many packages of
cosmetics on the counter. Mr. Young returned and listened idly as
the cosmologist finish her narrative.  

"Well I think that does it.  Does she meet your approval?"

Mr. Young reached out and slowly twirled the chair around.  Diane
was beautiful.  The makeup was just enough past proper to be
suggestive.  Mr. Young just smiled and nodded to the clerk.  He
moved to the register and the clerk made several trips to the
counter to bring all the items over and ring them up.  Mr. Young
paid for them then held the bag out.  "Come along my Dear."

Diane turn back to the mirror for one last look.  It was too
heavy for her taste, but she realized it was not for her to
choose.  She lifted herself out of the chair and took the offered
arm.  Things had changed.  She knew things were different now. 
And just that thought was changing her a little too.

Next stop was The Wild Pair shoe store.  She had never seen shoe
like some of these.  She always wore heels but these were well
beyond a height she'd ever worn.  She felt herself led to a chair
near the front, facing the mall.  She smoothed her skirt down and
tried to balance it so the slit fell evenly.  It did. Fell into
the valley of her lower thighs.  A girl asked if they needed
anything, but Mr. Young motioned to a young male salesman that
was second to arrive.   

"We'll need some heels for her.  Four inches at least, some
higher.  Pumps and sandals, maybe a sexy pair of boots too."

 The salesman kicked over the stool and picked up the sizing
template.  He held her calf and removed her right shoe. Diane was
glad for the season, at least she had worn pantyhose.  In the
summer she might not have.  He very carefully measured her foot.
Then he compared it with the inside of her old shoe.

"Start with a black pump, but bring one in white and one in red
too."   Said Mr. Young

The man disappeared into the back room and returned with some
boxes.  He took out a pair of black pumps.  But Diane had never
seen any like these.  The toes were long and pointy, and the back
of heels was normal.  But in between there was only the sole. 
The salesman lifted her calf again, higher this time, and used
the shoe to pull her toes down, pointing them.  He pushed the
shoe on and had to work the heel over her foot.  Then he placed
her foot back on the floor.   Oh my.  Her knee and thigh raised
up a couple of inches.  The clerk reached for the other shoe
without moving his eyes from the slit of her skirt.  She was sure
he couldn't see her panties, but still blushed at the thought of
what he could see.  

He raised the other foot, and applied the other shoe.  He then
did the usual squeezing to test the fit.  "Why don't you try
them?" He said holding out this hand to steady her.

She stood, and wobbled.  Thank god for his hand she thought.. The
heels were very high, 4" at least, maybe 4 ".   She'd never worn
anything over 3 inches.  Well one pair in the back of her closet
was 3  but she only wore them once.  She felt like she was in
ballet slippers.  Her calves felt the increased stretch.  She
gathered herself and took a few steps.  This would take getting
used to.  But she noticed several men passing by linger on her
legs as they past.  She hurried back to her seat, then looked up
at Mr. Young.  He nodded. 

The salesman removed the shoes and took out a pair of white heels
just like the black ones.  Mr. Young nodded and motioned back to
the box.  They were place with the black ones.  The salesman next
held up similar red pair.  

"I'm sure they're ok, but keep those out."  The box was placed
with the others and the shoes were stood up in front the next
chair.  "Let's try some sandals next.  Black and maybe white. 
Something with tiny straps and an ankle strap.  

The salesman left and returned with four more boxes.  He opened
the first one.  It contained a very tall very thin heel.  There
was and angled " strap just behind the toes and a 1" wide "heel"
with a " strap that would buckle around the ankle.  The clerk
cupped the fullest part of her calf this time as he lifted her
leg for the shoe.  This time when he placed it back on the floor
her right knee lifted so high it was completely above the other
leg.  The salesman definitely noticed the additional visible
skin.  He slowly buckled the ankle strap, then raising his eyes
lifted the other leg, and without moving his eyes placed the
other shoe one her left foot.   Finally, he placed that too on
the floor, and buckled that strap.

"Try them out" she heard from beside her.  The clerk held his
hand out again, but Diane gripped the opposite arm of the chair
for support.  "Oh my!" she thought.  Her calves actually hurt. 
She could hardly stand.  Slowly, she took a tiny step.  This
would take getting used to.  She took another step.

"Why don't you go out and try them on the tile", said Mr. Young.


What?  Oh no.  She couldn't walk that far in these shoes. 
Besides, she could feel how they made her posture change.  She
was arching her back, leaning back to compensate for the change
in her center of gravity.  It was pushing her chest AND bottom
out.

She tried a few more tiny steps.  She could feel the eyes on her.
 Not just her legs now. She knew she was blushing profusely.  She
took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the center of the mall
aisle.  She turned around, and saw every male eye was on her. 
She almost panicked, but she gathered herself and then strolled
back to the store.  She stopped when she was just past Mr.
Young's chair.  She turned slowly the long way around, and stared
into Mr. Young eyes.

"Do you like these, Sir?"  

Returning her stare, he said, "very nice my dear."  Then he
winked.  She knew what he wanted.  And she thought she wanted
too.

She sat down and the clerk removed the sandals.  He placed them
with the pumps in the 'sold' pile.  
The next pair was black.  They were taller than the pumps but not
as extreme as the last pair. All they had was a cord that
zigzagged 4 times from toe to ankle and then back around the
ankle to tie at in the front.  She paraded around the row of
chairs.  She stopped to admire them in the little angled mirror.
These would look great with black stocking she mused.  

The next box held a pair of white heels with just the toes
covered and 3, " ankle straps about  of an inch apart.  They were
attached to another strap from the back of the sole to the top
strap.  They were again very high.  Five inch heels she guessed

The last box was bigger than the others.  When all the others
were piled together, the clerk opened the last one.  In it was a
pair of white patent leather boots.  The clerk pulled one out and
held it up.  An involuntary breath escaped Diane's lips.  They
would go up above her knee.  And the heels were again at least
5".  

Slide forward and pull your skirt up a bit.", said the clerk. 
She did.  He unzipped the boot and slid in her toes.  Then he
worked the rest of her foot into the shoe part.  He had her foot
pulled almost straight out as he drew the zipper up the inside of
her leg.  His finger was sliding along the inside of the opening
to avoid snagging her stockings, and when he got above her knee,
she blushed again.  He had parted her legs slightly for room to
work the zipper, and she could see where his eyes were.  He
placed his hand just below and behind her knee, and slowly pushed
up on her leg as he bent her knee and push her foot back.  The
sole didn't touch the floor until he had it in place and lowered
it to the carpet.  Of course, the knee and thigh had risen up
again, and with the addition height, and spread, she knew his
view was enjoyable.  He didn't rush for the other boot, but
finally picked it up and lifted her other leg.  Once again, he
spread her leg slightly to reach the zipper, and then fiddled
with both zipper tabs to make sure they were all the way up and
then hooked the little tab holders so they wouldn't lower
themselves.  He obviously enjoyed his work.

Diane stood up carefully, but she was getting the hang of
balancing correctly to compensate for the heels.  The boots
actually came up under the hem of her skirt.  The tops were only
visible thru the slit that had been cut in the denim.  She took
her walk across the aisle of the mall, and even around the huge
planter in the middle.  She walked back in front of Mr. Young. 
He nodded and smiled.  She smiled back.  

The salesman removed the boots in a reverse order, not missing
any of the view of her inner thighs.  At  Mr. Young's order,
Diane put the red pumps on, and her 2 inch modest heels in their
box.  The shoes were paid for, and all but the white pumps were
kept for delivery that afternoon.

It was time for some coffee.  Her boss set up a rapid pace, which
caused the pumps to clack rapidly and loudly on the tile.  They
screamed fox alert, to every male in that part of the mall.  They
sat at one of the tables in front a cookie shop, and drank their
coffee.  Mr. Young instructed Diane that she was to keep her
soles and heels on the floor at all times when sitting.  He also
reminded her that when she walked to imagine a line on the floor
and try to place the center of each step on or over the line.  
The whole time Diane could feel multiple eyes on her.  It made
her nervous, and embarrassed.  But it gave her a thrill too.  
She also knew where they had to go next.  She couldn't decide if
it thrilled her or scared her.  

Frederick's was on the upper level and as she rode the escalator
she could feel more eyes on her.  She wondered how they would do
this.  The clerk came up and asked her what she was interested
in.  Mr. Young answered for her, which raised an eyebrow just a
tad. 

"We need some lingerie, some lacy bras, thongs, garters,
stockings, and a corset" her boss said.  Even knowing why they
were there, she blushed.  "Save the corset for last, start with
some bras and panties.  What do you have in sheer and demi
styles?"

The clerk led them to the dressing rooms.  Let's get some
measurements" she said pushing Diane inside and drawing the
curtain.  She figured she would get a good commission and have a
little fun too   "Take off your skirt and blouse."  With a gulp,
Diane complied.  The clerk used a tape measure, and wrote the
readings on a notepad as she measured.

When she had the measurement she picked up Diane skirt and blouse
and left the alcove.
Diane was shocked.  She started to call after the clerk but heard
her talking to Mr. Young.

"So Sir" she said to him, "let look at some ideas.  She led him
to a wall of drawers.  She checked the columns, then, consulted
her notes.  She opened a draw and removed a very light semi sheer
bra.  At the nod from Mr. Young she opened the drawer to the
right.   She removed a black bra similar to the white one.  She
moved down a bunch of rows, check her notes and found a pair of
white tiny bikini panties.  Then, a pair in black too.

"Let's try these", she said, leading him back to the changing
rooms.  She pulled the curtain back giving Mr. Young a quick
glimpse of Diane in her cotton bra and panties.
She closed the curtain quickly, as if just realizing what she'd
done.  

Black first I think" she told Diane handing her the underwear. 
Obviously, she was going to stay while Diane changed.  Diane
started to turn her back, but the clerk stopped her and shook her
head.  Diane could feel the heat in her cheeks as she unsnapped
her bra.  She dropped it on the bench.  She reached for the black
bra but it was snapped away.  The clerk pointed to her panties. 
Diane burned as she slid the cotton off her hips and to the
floor.  Before she could pick them up the clerk whisked them and
her own bra out underneath the curtain.  Diane put her hand out
for the bra, but it took a few seconds for the clerk to give them
to her.  

Diane put the bra on.  It would give little support.  If she ran
she would more than jiggle.  She reached for the panties.  They
were a little tight.  She had to wiggle them back and forth to
get them into place.  She turned to the mirror.  They lingerie
was just barely see thru.  You could see where her nipples and
pubic hair were, but you would have to be close and look hard. 
She turned to see the back of the panties.  Her cheeks weren't
fully covered; there was a peek at the bottom of each cheek.  
The clerk checked the fit and pulled each breast up a bit to
increase the cleavage.  She nodded.   The fit was fine.

Next she held out the White set.  Again, when Diane reached for
them, she pulled back and wagged her finger at Diane's undies. 
Diane understood and removed the black set completely, before
being given the white ones.  Once again the clerk nodded after
Diane checked her image in the mirror.  Then the clerk pulled
back the curtain fully and exited the room.  She did not recluse
the curtain  

Mr. Young again had a good glimpse of Diane.  The clerk told
Diane to turn slowly displaying the lingerie for Mr. Young, and
gave his approval.   She then closed the curtain most of the way
and headed back to the drawers.  She returned with more lingerie.
 She showed them to Mr. Young and he approved.  She reentered the
alcove, again pulling the curtain fully open entering and not
closing it completely.  This time Mr. Young would have a tiny
view of the proceedings.  Diane had learned.  She took off all
the white lingerie.  The clerk handed her another white set. 
This one was very tiny and she could tell already quite sheer. 
When she had them on she could she her nipples and even discern
her aureoles.  The panties were worse.  The side were strings,
and the back nearly so.  What material there was, was
translucent.  Her pubic hair was quite visible as was the crease
of her sex.

The next set was a black g-string and bra.  The bra was just '
cloth straps attach to the cups.  The cups have many darts making
them hold her breast up and out, but she knew they would not hold
them still with even the slightest movement.  The final set was
white again.  A somewhat sturdy bra, but it had no cups.  Well it
did but they only covered 1/3 of the bottoms of Diane's breasts.
Her tits were fully displayed.  The bra would not jiggle, her
breast would.  The panties were bikini style but completely
sheer.  The cotton so thin it reminded her of tissue paper.  She
could never wear this except under a tracksuit or something
similar.

The clerk exited the alcove again, but this time before she
pulled the curtain closed, she turned and asked Diane if she was
too cold.  Diane's hands flew to her privates and she realized
that her boss was standing there drinking in her body.

"Those should do" said Mr. Young.  "Throw in a garter bell in
white and black and one set of red like this", as he held up the
semi sheer set thong set.  "Also six pairs each of suntan, and
black thigh high stocking, tall.  Two each of sheer black seamed,
white, and red too."  

"Then I guess it's time for the corset.", said the sales girl. 
"Come this way.  How tight do you want it."

"I'll want two, one to give her a great figure, and one 2-4"
smaller.  They shouldn't cover the breasts, but a support for
them would be interesting.  Removable straps, garters, and heavy
stays in the smaller one.  

"I have just the models in mind', said the clerk.  She pulled
several plastic wrapped corset off a rack.   One was white satin
with a wide scoop neckline and wide set shoulders.  It had semi
sheer matching high cut panties.  "This one is a size small in
the bust to mound up the breast, increase cleavage and play
peek-a-boo with the nipples", the clerk told Mr. Young.  

"This next one's designed to really cut the waist down, and widen
the hips and bust", narrated the clerk.  It is strapless and will
just hide the nipple while mounding the breasts.  Note the cloth
stays.  Metal stays are available to insert into the pockets the
stay seams make.  This would be a good choice for a punishment
corset. " 

"This is a standard breast baring corset", she continued, holding
up a black number with very wide shoulder straps and an obvious
shelf to support the breast but not cover them. "This has heavy
seamed stays but they don't hold the metal additions.   This one
is black, but I have white and red".

"I have others", she said, "but they have standard type bras"
Would you like to see them, or do you want me to try these."

"Let's just try these".  "Save the breast baring one for last of
course" Mr. Young suggested

"Of course", repeated the sales girl.

They return to the changing room, chatting loudly, and stopping
to pick up a pair of stocking..  Diane could hear them coming so
placed her arm strategically.  The clerk pulled the curtain fully
open, with Mr. Young right beside her, giving him a good look at
the cowering Diane.  As she stepped inside, she pointed to the
dresses across the store.  "pick out 3 that would look good over
the corset.  Scoop necked.  She's a size 5."  As she pulled the
curtain closed, he headed over.

"Ok" she said to Diane.  "It's time to change again.

Diane removed the demi bra and sheer panties.  The clerk unlaced
the corset with the scoop neck.  She held it out for Diane to
step into, and worked it up and over her hips.  She had Diane
turn to the wall.  Then the saleswomen started to lace up the
corset.  The clerk turned her around and handed her the panties
and stocking.  She put on the panties and then gingerly sat one
the chair.  She rolled up the stocking, and tried to lean over to
her feet.  "Ugh."  That wasn't going to work.  She crossed her
leg over her other knee and stretched enough to get the stocking
over her toes.  Getting them all the way on was a chore.  Bending
forced all the breath from her lungs.  She was just starting on
her other leg, when she heard a light rap.

The Clerk pulled open the curtain, but at least stayed in the
opening to partly conceal Diane.  Mr. Young handed several
hangers to the clerk.  She told him to go relax in the armchair
15 feet to the right of the changing rooms.  She would send Diane
out for his approval.  

Diane had the stockings on, and was looking at the first dress
that the clerk was holding.  The clerk handed it to Diane, and
hung the rest on the hook.  The dress was a black halter style
Mini-dress, with a fairly deep v-neck..  She pulled it on.  It
came to mid thigh.  Rarely, had Diane had a dress this short.  It
wasn't that severe, but was still a new experience.  The clerk
placed her red pumps in front of Diane, so she could step into
them.   The she pulled back the curtain, and pulled Diane out of
the alcove.

The store was busier than it had been earlier.  There were
several couples wondering around.  The clerk turned Diane toward
Mr. Young and told her to walk as a model.  Strut to the front of
Mr. Young then turn and pose to give him a look at all 4 sides. 
The first few steps were difficult.  Especially when the clerk
coughed, drawing all eyes in her direction.  She stopped in front
of Mr. Young, waited, then, turned toward the front of the store
 After a few seconds she turned to face the back. Then she turned
and started back for the changing room.  

The clerk met her and told her to hold her poses longer and stand
legs akimbo or one forward of the other, like a model.  Then she
pushed her into the alcove and drew the curtain.  

"Try this one next" said the clerk, handing her another hanger. 
It was a red wrap-around oriental print,  with a large keyhole
opening in front.  The hem did not hang very far from the hanger.
 Diane put on the dress.  It was very short.  And the tops of her
breasts popped out of the keyhole.  A huge cleavage showed thru
it.  She hadn't noticed, but both sides were slit about 4".  The
hem only reached the middle of  her stockings tops.  And she
hadn't moved yet.

"When you reach your boss lean back a little and push your hip
forward.  When you turn thrust the hip toward him out.",
instructed the clerk

  Diane, walked out of the changing room, as the clerk loudly
cleared her throat.  All eye turned.  Some lingered.  She tried
to place each foot over the imaginary line.  She knew that the
slits were flashing opened and closed as she walked.  She leaned
back as she reached Mr. Young, and pushed her hips forward.  She
could feel the hem rise in front, and she wondered if he could
see her panties.  His eyes were almost on level with the hem.   
She counted to 20 the turned to the right, and thrust her hip
toward him.  '19, 20,' she did a 180 then pushed the other way. 
'...19, 20'Turn and walk.

"Wait, I want you to stop so I can admire your rear view", said
her employer.  She was facing several men, waiting on the women
in the changing rooms.  '...19, 20'.  She started walking back to
the changing booths.  She could feel those eyes burning into her
legs.  It had to be an awesome sight.  She dove into her change
booth.  

"Now, I want you to go back and untie the dress and open the
dress.  You need to show him how the corset fits." commanded her
tormentor.

'Oh god' she thought.  She walked back out and over to Mr. Young,
but she couldn't do it.  She couldn't open the dress.  Not in
front of him.  Not with all these people around.  Not with the
sheer panties.  Not ....
The clerk had followed her, anticipating just such a reaction. 
She deftly reached around Diane and pulled the string.   The
dress opened. Diane blushed like she never had before.  The clerk
pulled the sides apart, while Mr. Young leaned closer to examine
the corseted figure before him.  The clerk pushed her shoulders
forward, giving her boss a long look down the valley of her
breasts.  

Mr. Young sat back.  "There is still at least 2 inches more this
can be tightened" the sales lady noted.  Mr. Young nodded.  "Ok,
let's go said the clerk.  Diane only had time to pull the dress
back together, as the clerk grabbed her upper arm and guided her
back to the booth.  She knew she was flashing her panties with
each step. Once in the changing room, the clerk pulled the dress
off, then untied the corset, and pulled that off too.

The clerk hung up the dress and corset, then, took down another
corset.   She handed it to Diane.  Diane wrapped it around
herself, and started to latch up the hook and eye front. 
Finishing, she turned around and braced herself.  The corset was
tight as soon as the clerk had taken up the laces, but as each
set of eyelets was tightened she felt like she couldn't get her
breath.  The laces were tied off.  Then she started over at the
bottom, drawing each row tighter.  It became positively crushing.
Diane felt like a linebacker was lying on top of her.  She was
panting to make up for the lack of volume of air she could take.
 Her breasts were smashed as well, forcing the upper parts to
mound up like two muskmelons glued together.

The clerk finished, then handed Diane a white gauze sundress
dress.  It had a peasant neckline, rather high waist, puffy short
sleeves,  and was nearly sheer.  It came to almost to her knees
with a 2" ruffle at the hem.  But when Diane looked in the mirror
she could see right thru the dress.  Her long legs were clearly
visible, as were her panties.  The clerk reached into the
neckline and pulled more of her breast up and together.  Then she
pulled the neckline down even with the top of the corset.  She
adjusted the shoulders of the peasant down exposing as much skin
as possible.

Diane started her runway walk towards her boss.  She could tell
he approved of the dress by the look in his eyes.  They were
flipped from her exposed bust to her revealing skirt, and back. 
The view was incredible.  She stopped in front of him and paused
for a long moment.  Then she turned about, and walked part way
back to the changing booth.  She paused for a minute, then turned
and walked back.  She completed the runway routine. Left, rear,
right, back to front, she stopped.  His eyes told her he liked
this dress.

He called the clerk over, and told her they'd take everything. 
Then he leaned to Diane's ear and said just loud enough for the
clerk to hear.

"Take off the panties, Miss Wilson."   

She made a move for the changing room but he stopped her before
she even turned.  He shook his head.  She starred back at him
waiting to find out what else he wanted first.  But he just sat
there.

Nooooooooooo.  He wanted her to remove the panties right now. 
Right here in front of him.  In front of the clerk.  In front of
all these people.  Noooooo.
Her eyes pleaded with him.  She couldn't do this.  She was
paralyzed.  She couldn't even run, though her brain screamed for
her to escape the store immediately.  Oh God.

She watched as Mr. Young gave her a single nod of his head.  He
may as well have shouted.  She knew he wouldn't let her move from
that spot, without taking the panties off first.  Tears welled up
in her eyes, as she reached for the hem.  She'd have to lift it
some first, to get her hands under it.  She reached upwards.  She
was trembling......  She grabbed the elastic waist of the
underwear.  Slowly, she lowered them.  She could feel the eyes
upon her.  Hear them moving to get a better view.  Fortunately,
only her boss had a good view from the front.    

She let the panties fall to the floor.  She had to bend to
untangle them from her ankles.  Bet that gave them a good view of
her ass.  She picked up the panties and handed them to her boss.

Mr. Young rose from the chair.  The clerk went to collect the
cloths from the changing room.  She thought of the commission she
would make.  It would be her record sale.   Mr. Young led Diane
over to the register.  She could feel every eye watching her. 
She was glad to stand up to the counter.  At least they could
only see her butt then.  

The clerk rang up the items.  Tossed the hand held scanner over
the counter, and walked around.  The she pointed to Diane.

"I need to see the tags on those items."

  Not again.  The tag for the dress was on the inside at the
waist.  And the clerk had tucked the tag for the corset deeply
between her breasts.  

The clerk lifted the hem of the dress below the tag.  She had to
raise it way up.  Diane's entire hip was exposed to the world. 
Diane felt the familiar heat in her cheeks and neck.  The clerk
scanned the tag, nothing.  She scanned it again.  Nothing.  The
clerk pulled the hem higher, to grab the tag.  Diane knew one
whole buttock was exposed, and her pubic hair might even be
visible.   Her upper chest was getting pink now too.  

Tink.  The scanner scored.  But the clerk still held her dress
up.  She leaned over the counter, unblocking the view of Diane,
and pickup a pair of scissors.  She cut the tag off.  How 'kind'.
 She had just wanted to prolong Diane's misery.  She dropped the
skirt.  She turned Diane to face her.  She reached for Diane's
neckline.  She pulled the elastic of the dress down, until it
caught below the swelling of the corset.  The she then went to
work on the hooks of the corset.  It took her several minutes to
undo five of the hooks.  Diane's breast were busting out of the
vee created.  If she went any lower, she would expose my nipples,
Diane thought alarmingly.  

The clerk fished the tag out of the corset, and dropped it to lay
against the front of the lower neckline.  Then she stood back, so
all could see her run the flashing red line across Diane's melons
and down to the tag.  She knew that the laser shut off in two
second, to avoid overheating the light generator.  She made sure
that those two sec were 'wasted' on the mounds of Diane's breast,
so the everyone could she how it revealed the deep cleavage.

Finally, the clerk could delay no longer. Tink.   She pulled the
dress neckline out a couple inches and let it snap back into
place.  The opened corset created a valley leading down into the
dress, and there was a clear shadow of that valley visible thru
the front of the sheer dress.

Diane was handed the bags of cloths, and they started back
through the mall.  She caught many a man staring at her bust or
pubic area.  With her breast thrust up as they were, the upper
slopes jiggled like Jell-O as they walked.  Mr. Young often
stopped to look into store window.  She realized they were all
store for men, and had men near the front.  They would look up to
see Diane, and focus on her nearly naked pussy.

Out of the mall, and into the car.  She forgot and he had to
remind her to place her behind against the seat..  He reached
over, and placed his hand on her thigh pushing her dress higher
till he could caress her mid thigh.  He pushed her legs apart
just a little so he could stroke the inside.  

The stroking, on top of all the stimulation and humiliation, had
an effect on her.  She was wet down there.  And there was only
the seat to absorb the excess.  She tried to will her pussy to
stop, but her mind was overloaded with the images she had
presented over the last few hours.  

They stopped for a light lunch.  Again Diane was ogled on her way
to the table.  But Mr. Young did not pile further humiliation
upon her.  Of course, she was displayed on the way out of the
restaurant.  Then it was back to the office.  Thankfully, the
building was open and the building clean, so there was no one to
see her as they returned.

"I believe you have a punishment coming." Mr. Young said as the
entered the suite, and locked the outer door.  

That's new, thought Diane.  She would not have to worry about
being walked in on now.
"Sir, may I use the restroom first?", Diane asked.  

"Of course you may, dear." answered Mr. Young.

Diane started for the Ladies room.  She'd only gone 2 steps when
she realized the outer door was locked.  She couldn't unlock it.
She couldn't reach bolt at the top of the door.  She'd have to
use his private bathroom.  But he still stood by the door.  He
would have a clear view of the toilet.  She knew she had no
choice.  

She entered the restroom, and positioned herself.  Lifting the
flowing skirt, she settled onto the seat.  She looked out into
the office.  He was watching.  She could only meet his eyes for
an instant, before lowering hers and facing front.  This was
supposed to be a private time.  She had to concentrate to get
started.  The splash seemed thunderous, as she started.  She
glanced out at him.  He was not staring in now, but she knew he
could hear her.  He looked in again, and she quickly turned away.
   She completed her toilette.  She returned to the office.  He
was sitting at his desk again.  She couldn't meet his gaze.  
Rules
"I have some rules for you to follow in the future.", started Mr.
Young.  "You might wish to write these down and study them"

Diane retrieved the stool.  This one was definitely taller.  It
had a hard wooden seat.  Then she went and got her pad and pen. 
Lifting the back of her dress, she tried to lift herself onto the
stool.  She had to hook one heel over a rung and push up to get
her derriere onto the top.  She crossed her legs to get a
platform to place her pad on.  She looked up, ready to write.

"First, Your flesh is the only thing that will touch that stool,"
he said indicating a new stool by the planter.  "and it is the
only thing you will sit upon in this office.  It will be placed
with the feet diagonal to my office chair.  I will require the
same for your desk chair if I have forbidden panties for the
day."  Also the seat of my car will also only touch your flesh. 
If you are allowed panties when entering the car, you will lower
them 2 inches below your knees.  You will maintain them there
without the use of your hands.  "You will also sit that way
whenever we are out, and you have panties on.  This will be
regardless of the environment."

"Second, Wednesday will be correction day.  You will arrange to
come in early and stay after work on Wednesdays.  Demerits will
be given for various errors and omissions on your part.  There
will be a 15 spank starter given, even if no demerits are earned
for that period.  There may be occasions when you are punished on
other days, for important mistakes or because I feel like it.  If
the next day would be a punishment day, you will be given a 1 day
reprieve."

"Third.  You will receive demerits for the following reasons. 
1 demerit 	For each error in a document caught by me.  Raised to
25 demerit penalty if reported by recipient. And you will ask for
the document to be faxed or returned so errors can be counted.  I
will brag of, and wager against your perfection to my clients and
other employees, so they will be eager to report them.
2 demerits 	For failure to greet an employee or client. 
Regardless of location.
2 demerits 	Each time I find you with your legs crossed or you
feet other than flat on the floor unless they do not reach it." 

Diane hastily uncrossed her legs.  She now had placed her pad on
her left leg.  It made writing a little more difficult.

"Heel and ball both touching the floor." Mr. Young continued You
will receive a demerit for each if both are in violation at the
same time."
10 demerits 	Each 5 minutes you are late for work. Your start
time will be 7:30 from now on. 
10 demerits	late from lunch. For each 5 minutes you are late.
10 demerits	Skirt less that 4 inches above knee.  If I have to
measure and it's close, demerits will be awarded.  One inch may
be added for each 4 inches of slits over 12 inches total.  Up to
two slits may be counted.  I.e. 8 inch slits up each side allows
3" hemline.   6" slit front back and sides, no adjustment.  Only
2 count.  
10 demerits	Wearing pantyhose, or other garment or material
except panties.  If it is a 'No Panties" day or period the
demerits will be tripled.
10 demerits	Failure to wear stockings.  	 
10 demerits	If panties slip below 2" from knees when wearing them
in my car.
10 demerits	Failure to show adequate cleavage.   I will be the
sole judge on this
10 demerits	Inadequate makeup      10 demerits   Again, my sole
discretion.
10 demerits 	Failure to complete a document on time. 
25 demerits 	Failure to complete as assignment on time. 
25 demerits	Caught sitting on skirt where or when forbidden.
50 demerits	Missing work for any reason excused or not.  This is
to compensate me for having to use a temp.  This is to be an
example of a special punishment.
200 demerits 	Alcohol on breathe, or evidence or indulgence
during working hours
100 demerits    breaking of a preset after hours 'date.
250 demerits    For Exhibition or and other public sexually
related activity without my escort or permission.  This is for
your safety.  "

"Other demerits will be added to the list as we go along.  You
will post this list on the inside of my bathroom cabinet for
referral."  He finished with "You are to be aware of your
un-administered demerits at all times.  I may post the number on
my office wall."  

"Do you have any questions, Miss Wilson?" he inquired. 

"No Sir", said the cowed Diane.  

"Good, do you know your current number of demerits?" asked Mr.
Young.

"I had 45, Sir.", Diane offered.  "But I'm sure you will add one
for crossing my legs just now, so it is 46, Sir."

"Good try, Miss Wilson.", he said  "However,  you also get 10 for
that skirt, it's not short enough, 10 for not wearing stocking,
10 for having you blouse buttoned too high, 10 for failure to
wear makeup, and 25 for flesh not touching the seat of my car. 
Since you were not aware of the demerits, I will only award half
of the demerits.  That's 33.  Added to the 45, that makes 78.  
With the 15 spank starter, it totals 93."

My god.  93 spanks, she'd never be able to take it.    That had
to be twice as many as she had gotten before.  He couldn't give
them to her all at once, could he?  Her bottom still was tender.
How could he punish her for rules she hadn't even known about.  
93 more, she'd never be able to sit again.  She couldn't sit here
and take this.  She had to run.  She had to report this.  But if
he got canned, she'd go back to the secretarial pool.  That
couldn't happen.  Besides, the orgasms she'd had last time had
been amazing.   

"Miss Wilson," he said.  "I want you to remove your dress.  For
this correction you will be naked."

'Damn' thought Diane.  There was no one else in the building, but
being naked at work was just so forbidden.  So humiliating.  So
exciting.  But, she was going to be punished hard.  It was scary
too.  

She lifted the light white fabric slowly.  Exposing her thighs,
her sex, her belly, then her breasts, and finally over her head.
She was naked except for the red heels.  She looked around for
something to do with her dress.  

"There are hangers in the bathroom," her employer said.  "Hang it
up properly, then lock the door, and close it.

What!  The only clothes she had on were the dress.  All the rest
were still in the trunk of the Mercedes.  To have her clothes
locked away, too not have the possibility of their modesty, it
was just unthinkable.  Yet she slowly walked to the lavatory, and
hung her dress on the hanger aback the door.  Then she slowly
locked and closed the door.  The click of the latch echoed in her
brain.  Would he keep her naked for the rest of the day?  Longer?
 
Would he........?  She turned back to the desk.  His eyes
followed her breasts as she approached.

"Come to the desk and place your palms on the top." he directed.
"Good.  Now move your feet back 3 feet from the desk, and 3 feet
apart.  

Oh God.  The position was humiliating.  Her hair fell forward to
frame her face.  Her breasts hung like fruit on a tree.  And the
view from behind, she just could imagine.  The reach and the
heels made her ass stick out horribly   what a target it would
make.  And her butt cheeks and sex lips were both fully opened.
Her eyes meet his for just a second before she lowered her in
shame.  He left her standing there for several long minutes.

Finally, he opened a desk drawer and took out a standard ping
pong paddle.  No!, her mind screamed.  He laid it on the desk
before her.  A paddle, 93 times, impossible!  It was a good one,
she saw, thick, hard.  He couldn't be serious!  While she watched
he worked at the rubber coating on one side of the paddle. 
Slowly, he pealed it away, leaving the bare wood.  No!  Please! 
She wanted to shout out something that would make this go away. 
But, it wouldn't.  She knew it wouldn't.  He finished the paddle,
and laid it down on the desk again.  She waited.

He waited five more minutes.  He wanted the tension to build.  It
would be more effect that way.  Finally, he slowly pushed back
from his desk.  Diane's eye got bigger, if that were possible,
pleading, begging.   He smiled back at her just a little.  She
would endure her punishment, it told her.   He walked around
behind her.  Well back so he could take in the sight of her
offered private areas.  She was truly beautiful.  And truly
opened, truly vulnerable.  He approached her, and laid his hand
on her buttocks caressing the lovely flesh.

"Are you ready to begin, Miss Wilson?" he inquired.

"Yes", Diane barely breathed the word. 

"So be it."    

Smack!	The paddle smashed into her right cheek.  It hurt.
Smack!	Another flash of pain.
Smack!	Like an electric shock, only bigger.
Smack!	The burn was starting
Smack!	Lighting struck again
Smack!	The thunder of the blows was echoing in the office.
Smack!	The heat was rising.
Smack!	"Oh" she breathed aloud.
Smack!	It HURT!
Smack!	He struck again!

Whack!	Her feet shifted, making his target roll seductively.
Whack!	But still his aim was true.
Whack!	Tears filled Diane's eyes.
Whack!	It hurt so bad
Whack!	Air whooshed from her mouth with each strike.
Whack!	The fire in Diane's butt was rolling now.
Whack!	"Ahhhhh" , escaped Diane's lips.
Whack!	The paddle slammed into her ass again.
Whack!	The view of her abused butt was exquisite.
Whack!	He watched as her butt was changing from pink to red.!!

Smack!	She couldn't see for the tears, now
Smack!	But it didn't matter, the action was all behind her
Smack!	Her pain was blocking out her other senses.
Smack!	Except for her hearing.  It registered every booming
slap.
Smack!	Burning into her brain almost as severely as the pain.
Smack!	"OWWWWWW!"
Smack!	The pain was too much
Smack!	"OOOUUUUCH!"
Smack!	Her fanny was an inferno"
Smack!	"IIIIEEEEEEEEE!"  Screamed Diane"!!!

Wham!		It continued.
Wham!		More blows
Wham!		"AAAAAAAAA"
Wham!		More spanks
Wham!		"Please!"
Wham!		He struck again
Wham!		"It hurts"
Wham!		And again
Wham!		"AAGGGGH"
Wham!		The paddle blazed into her backside!

Smack!	She couldn't go on.  But she had no choice
Smack!	"Please"
Smack!	The fire was spreading
Smack!	"No More"
Smack!	She hurt so bad
Smack!	"Stop"
Smack!	"Please Sir"
Smack!	"AAGGHH"
Smack!	It burned into her very being
Smack!	"Have MERCYYYYYY"!!!!!

Smack!	She was hysterical now
Smack!	"OOOOOWWWWEEEE!"
Smack!	The fire was reaching elsewhere.
Whack!	"AAAAAAAA!"
Smack!	Starting a tingling.
Wham!		"GGGWW"
Smack!	Building a fire elsewhere
Whack!	"GGGAAAA"
Smack!	But it was overshadow by her pain.
Wham!		"EEEEEEEEE!"!!!!! !

Smack!	It couldn't get to the surface.
Smack!	"OOOWWWW!"
Smack!	So it simmered
Smack! 	"EEEEEEEE"
Smack!	And built
Smack!	"OUCH"
Smack!	Waiting
Smack!	"IEEEEEEEEE"
Smack!	Growing
Smack!	"AHHHHHH"!!!!! !!

Smack!	The pain was changing
Smack!	"OWWWWWWWWWWW!'
Whack!	Her pain centers were overloading
Smack!	"IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Wham!		Sending nerve impulses to other parts of the brain
Smack!	"GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
Whack!	Diane, was a mass of sensation.
Smack!	"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Wham!		Both pain,
Smack!	"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" !!!!! !!!

Wham!		And stimulation.
Smack!	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Whack!	The tingle, saw its chance
Wham!		"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
Smack!	It added it's voice to the impulses in Diane's brain
Smack!	"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Whack!	It wouldn't be denied.
Smack!	"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa"
Wham!		Diane's screams became moans.
Whack!	She had no control.

Smack!	He slammed the last few strokes into her ass.
Smack!	He knew she was close.
Smack!	The last one.

He threw down the paddle, and undid his pants.  The paddling had
driven her onto his desk.  He took out the tube of KY he had put
into his pocket.  Liberally applying it to his cock, he stepped
forward, and placed himself against her anus.  He reached around
her and grabbed her tits.  He pushed into her determinedly.  Not
too fast, but not truly gently.  Her head came up and she
screamed again.  He dropped one hand down to her clit.  He
withdrew and plunged again.  And again.  

He was driving into her ass.  She was moaning now.  Thrusting
into her. Her moans increased in volume.  The tingle had become a
fire of another sort.  Pumping.  He touched her cunt and it
blazed.  He pounded her asshole.  She was lunging back to meet
his thrusts.  He touched her clit, giving it one flick of a
finger.   She was........

"OHHHHH GGGAAAWWWDDDDDDDddddddddddd"    "I'M COMING.  A massive
orgasm swept over Diane.  It was incredible.  Dazzling.  Lights
flashed.  She felt a wave sweep from head to toe, and back again.
 She couldn't breath.  She could only feel.  And it was beyond
her wildest fantasy.

Diane orgasmed.  Her ass clenched his cock, as they slammed
together.  It was too much.  He came.  Came like he never had
before.  He dumped gallons of cum into his secretary's ass.  It
just kept going.  It was incredible.

He almost slumped against her, but remembered the thrashing he'd
given her.  He stood on weak legs until he slid from her.  He
pulled up his trousers and arranged himself.  Diane lay slumped
over his desk.  He carefully picked her up, and laid her on the
sofa against the wall.  The he went to his lavatory.  He washed
himself, and put on clean boxers, and shirt.  He found a large
bath towel.  Returning to the sofa, her gently laid it on the
exhausted girl.

He sat at his desk.  She was wonderful, beautiful.  He hoped he
could maintain her as his secretary for a long, long time.   He
had work to do, if he wanted to play more this weekend.  And he
wanted to play more.
                                
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