I am a secretary and I am
surprised by the paucity of material that is on
the Net on secretraries, receptionists and their bosses.
This story is based partly on my experiences and fantasies.
I would like to hear from my sisters in offices around the world and their
big strong bossses.
suzie
The next day was bad. i arrived literally quaking with fear my bottom
hurting like hell
My boss arrived at 9 AM I was there at 8:30 but i could not sit down as i
was so sore
I managed a weak smile as he entered but he didnot disdain to look at me
I hurried in with his coffee. A snap of his finger indicated where i should
place the cup as he was on the telehone.
I busied myself in cleaning up his cabin - gathering the papers, organising
the things. another snap of fingers and a bunch of notes were thrown at me
indicating that i should remove them.
There was no sign that my boss remembered the beating that i had got the
previous evening as he talked away on the phone
i waited for a few minutes till i was dismissed by a wave of his hand
I could not sit down properly on my stool outside my bosses room as i was
very sore unfortunately i
do not have too many friends among the girls in the office as i had been
snooty since my promotion as the CEO's secy.
The other girls - typists and receptionist - can be called upon by anybody
who wants to have fun with them and done anything with.
i was like them a few years back but i became my bosses private secretary
nobody can touch me without my boss's permission and i have really going
beyond myself
I knew that i deserved all i got yesterday but i didnot want anybody else to
know about it.
i walked across to Gail, the pretty receptionist who i thought was most
symapthetic.
unfortunately this was her busiest hour: attending calls, entertaining
visitors saying can i help you
every second sentence. She was at her nicest best: she had better be or else
her bottom wouuld be warmed as well as mine was.
her boss had reprimanded her severely only a few days ago for chitchatting
and she was in no position to talk to me
I crossed the typists' cells and the girls those who dared to look up from
their work looked at me contemptously.
i was feeling very low and i helped myself to a coffee and went over to the
women's room. i must have been daydreaming there when another girl rushed in
"billy has been searching for you all over, where have you been"
My knees went jelly with fear...i knew i had it, why hadnot i remembered to
take permission
before leaving my seat. i was running back before i knew it
Billy was turning back at his room when i rushed back
i was crying ... there was somebody else in his room but i did not notice
... i had thrown myself on the floor before his knees
i had just gone to the loo
i just didnot want to disturb you to ask permission
it was only for a minute
plaese let me go this time
i canot take punishment any further
Billy must have been surprised for a minute but he recovered himself very
fast. His hand was in my hair and he was twisting and twisting
hard till i was screaming and then he was pulling my hair and forcing me to
stand up.
Hysteria over, darling he said in a quiet voice
I was still sobbing.
and then i was blinded by the force of his slap
stop this nonsense will you
this is an office and not your acting stage
another slap on my left cheek this time as he held my hair in his hand.
Is it my job to take the calls SLAP
Is it my job to receive the guest SLAP
and who will take dictation my dear SLAP
My head was richochetting from side to side with the force of his slaps
as i was literally hanging from his grip on my hair my toes barely touching
the ground
and my boss was hitting me once on the left cheek and once on the right
he was in no hurry and his face had no expression
I do not know how long it went on but suddenly it stopped
and it was not a minute darling it was fifteen minutes
and it was not the loo you went gallavanting all over the office
my boss whispered as i hong limply
Did you lie
Did you lie SLAP SLAP
yes sir
I thought so
But this time he didnot slap me
what is the punsishment for bitches who lie as he cruelly twisted my nipples
we will think about it later shall we
and he dropped me to the carpet
i didnot have the luxury of lying there for long as i was reminded of
my position with a few sharp kicks
apologise to my guest we have wasted enough of his time anyway.
i was trying to get up
on your knees bitch another kick
i went crawling to the table i am very sorry Sir that i wasted your time it
will not happen again i was kissing his shoes
a kick told me that my apologies had been accepted
i was out of the room as fast as my crawling knees could carry me back
i knelt outside the room as long as the meeting lasted
i had kept the telephone receiver on the ground so that i could take the
calls,
but my head was down as my normally neat and proud mane of hair was tossled,
my mascara was running and my lipstick was all smudged
and my carefully developed image in office was all gone
my boss's guest left sometime later. My head was on the carpet as I saw the
door open.
they remained talking for a few minutes
and then by boss's guest patted me on the head and left.
I was kneeling there when the buzzer raang indicating that my boss had
called me in.
I went in
"suzie, these notes will have to be typed", his voice was normal.
Was I glad to get up!
i spent the whole time before lunch typing away.
I didnot dare ask permission to go for lunch either.
at lunch the other girls huddle up in a small room at the back to chat and
giggle aand gossip about all the good looking men in the office
but today I was not in a position to join them.
my boss came from lunch at about 1:30 and after about fifteen minutes the
buzzer rang.
I crawled in fearfully: my boss was enjoying his after lunch cigar on the
sofa
I crawled across the cool room my knees sinking in the comfortable carpet.
It is an almost everyday affair but there is
always that fear that grips me everytime.
I kissed my boss's boots lightly and ten repeatedly. I pushed my tits
against his boots as I lay on his feet
There was no response. i slowly got up kissing his legs and pushing my tits
and body against
him. I knew he liked it slow. When i was new in the job, if he was not
satisfied with my performance
i would be beaten and would have to start all over again.
After what always seems an enternity, i was on my knees and kissing his
crotch. His member had hardened
and was pushing out of his trousers. Abrubtly he grabbed my hair and pulled
my head forward. The
hot ash from his cigar fell on my bare shoulders. My hands fumbled at his
zeeper and his member sprang forward
in an angry leap. My boss's hands pulled my head forward in an even tighter
grip as the ash fell
again.
I was gagging as I kept on sucking and sucking. My boss controlled my speed
with his right hand
cruelly embedded in my hair and his twisting indicated when i should slow
down and when i should
go faster. He kept the cigar aside and was i releived. A few weeks back, I
had messed up badly a few letters
and my boss was so angry that he had grounded his cigar against my nipples.
suddenly he came as his hands cruelly tightened their grip on my head. As he
spent himself in my mouth
he pulled my head away and wiped his cock against my head. i then licked him
clean and dry.
I slid against his legs and rolled up against his legs as he picked up the
cigar and puffed away. A
kick told me that he was ready to get up. I rolled away and campered upto my
knees as my boss got up.
He stood towering over me as I was on my all fours. He walked behind me and
pushed my skirt up with his
shoe exposing my naked ass (panties and bras are not part of the uniform of
"office sluts" as we are called.
He pushed me to the ground as the tip of his boot entered the crack of my
ass. He then turned me around
so that I was lying on the ground facing him, my skirt lifted exposing my
sex to him. He cruelly kicked
my legs apart and the heel of his shoes stamped against my hole. He kept
rorating them as if he was
completely extinguishing a cigarette. The pain was excrutiating but beyond
the tears in my eyes, I was
moaning. I knew better than to cry out ( i had not been given permission to
speak) but I was excited
and there was little that I could do to stop showing that.
Finally, he was over. "Hot slut you are, aren't you?". "Yes sir, I am a hot
slut especially with you".
My boss laughed. I knew that I had done well.
The afternoon was busy. I was called in for dictation twice but my boss was
too busy to even notice
me. The day finally came to an end. The girls are the first to leave, in
groups of twos and threes.
Some of them poked their heads in to tell me bye. I suppose most of them
knew of my beating last evening
and this morning.
It was late when I was called in. I knew, from experience, that I would
be punished again today and had not dared to ask for permission to go home.
My boss was looking relaxed. He had obviously finished his work for the day,
cleared
his papers and his huge wooden desk was empty. "So, suzie, darling what was
your mistake today?".
"I was not on my seat without seeking your permission. " I gulped. And there
was a client sitting with you at that time...my voice trailed.
Have you written that in the diary. "Yes, Sir", I said, as I handed over the
diary to him. I saw him flip back the pages. On yesterday's page I had
written:
Did not take adequate care in typing out notes. Several errors were found.
In the punishment column I had written: Spanked on my ass fifty times with
hand, next fifty times with wooden ruler and fifty times with slipper.
My boss signed on the page and entered a few Remarks.
"Get me Mr. Munroe." This time I knew it was serious. Mr. Munroe was the
Administrative Manager and he was in-charge of all us girls. We girls are
terribly afraid of him. The funniest part of it was that his wife was
also a secretary in another office and she was a nice girl. But this
did not make Mr. Munroe any sympathetic to our cause.
He came in, a red faced angry looking man with a very impressive figure.
"Yes, Sir, you had called me."
"Yes. I think that it was important for you to know that discipline in our
office is becoming extremely lax. Today my slut was not on her seat for
nearly an hour and I am told that she was chatting with the receptionist.
Did you know about that?"
No, Sir I did not...I had never seen Mr. Munroe stutter.
"And that was a time when the sports contract client was in my office.
And do you go through the daily dariries of these girls.
"I do sir for all the typists and take actions as per compalints received
from officers. But secretaries report directly to their bosses, I thought."
'You see, I spent a few hours yesterday on her. Today also... my time is
getting wasted.'
Yes, Sir, I am sorry, sir...if I was not the subject of discussion, then I
might have
been happy at Mr. Munroe's dressing down.
While all this coversation was going on, I was on my knees, head down on the
carpet tying to sink into
the ground.
"Strip", my boss's voice was a whiplash.
With tears in my eyes, I took off my skirt and then my blouse. I was stark
naked except for my high heels. It was several years
now that I had stripped in front of anyone other than my boss.
"Go, get the box."
I ran to get the box: an assortment of punishment instruments that my boss
kept in his cupborad.
"Go, lean on the desk. "
I went and put my head on his desk as i clutched the sides of his desk. That
was my whipping position
as my back and legs would be exposed.
He picked up something and moved it across my naked back. It was a cane - a
very stout one. It hurt terribly
, I knew that. I stiffened, waiting for the blow. But it did not come.
Instead a cat of nines was
rubbed against my legs. This one broke the skin and the marks did not heal
for days , I knew that too.
I stiffened again but the blow did not come. Instead a whip moved against my
neck. He was playing with me,
my brute boss and i could do nothing.
When the blow came it came from the cane. My scream must have brought the
house down, followed by the
mocking laughter of my boss. The blows came down heavily on my back, on my
legs and as my hands slipped
on my hand. There was no finesse in this beating nor did I have to count the
number of strokes
as is normally the case. Today my boss was very angry.
I was turned around. My hands gripped the sides of the desk again
and my legs were stretched apart as I placed them behind the desk. The
caning
continued on my tits and on the inside of my thigh. I was begging for mercy:
I would give anything for the beating to stop.
Then the phone rang. The beating stopped as my boss yanked my hair and
dragged me over the instrument on the other side of the desk.
Mr. William's office, I was trying to contain my sobbing.
"so doing some overtime for your boss, I see". It was the visitor of the
morning on the other side.
The phone was yanked from my hand and the speaker phone button pressed.
The caller could hear everyting in the room.
At a signal from my boss, Mr. Munroe took hold of my hands and dragged
me face down on the desk. My head was near the telephone answering machine
as Mr. Munroe held my hands down.
This time it was the whip. Crack. It appeared that a red hot wire was placed
across my back. I screamed.
What was that my dear, the voice was clam across the telephone.
My boss hit me with a whip.
Why?
I got up from my seat in the morning without seeking his permission.
And?
I lied to him that I went to the loo.
So what should your boss do?
He should whip me till he is satisfied.
Thank them, Mr. Munroe whispered.
Thank you Sir for taking such an interest in this slut's improvement, i
spoke into the telephone.
Thank You sir for beating me so that I would be a better person in future,
I twisted my head back to tell my boss.
And then the whipping started.
Over and over again. this time it was slowly, on the same spot repeatedly
till the skin three just cracked.
Everytime, he changed positions i would announce it on the phone.
Now, my boss has chosen my back for punishment.
Now, my boss has chosen my left ass cheek for punishment.
Ten strokes in each area as each inch of my body was covered.
and after each stroke I would say thank you.
finally the beating stopped.
My boss thrust the whip on my lip. I kissed it fervently.
Thank You i whispered.
"Your slut appears to be nicely trained. A lazy, disobedient one but nicely
trained.", the voice
spoke dispassionately across the phone.
My boss walked over and yanked my head.
"Yes, Sir my boss has taken a lot of pains to train me but I promise not to
be lazy and
disobedient. "
"Get me Mr. Williams".
"Just hold on, I'm connecting"
Hi Bill, I have gone through your proposal and it looks cool to me.
Why dodnt you send the draft of the agreement with that cute chick of yours
to my office
and I can send it back with my comments. Perhaps we can meet for dinner to
fix the deal thereafter.
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