Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Submissive Secretary (FFFM, bdsm, lesbian)
Date: 13 Nov 1995 01:07:58 GMT

		       The Submissive Secretary

	You thought that you would always be a homemaker.

	When you got married it looked great and then it seemed
routine and then, it was five years later and you thought that that
was it. Now, here you are, back as a secretary in a new job. You have
been working for a full week now and you are beginning to settle in.
You found that your fingers remembered how to type even when you
thought that you had forgotten. Your supervisor is a svelte looking
woman who has a particularly stern manner.

	Your boss is one of the most attractive men you know. He is
tall, strong, dark haired with the sexiest voice you have ever heard.
His name is Mr. Rusko and he and your supervisor, Miss Branck have
made every effort to start you off in the new job. They told you that
you would have a one week trial period and that you had that time to
get yourself back up to speed. They were very generous in telling you
that any mistakes made during the trial period would be forgiven. Miss
Branck was very pleasant as she pointed out the errors that you had
made and by the end of the week, she had almost none to show you.

	You were pleased that both she and Mr. Rusko complimented you
on your work. You noticed, however, that some of the other girls who
have been with the company a while did not get the same treatment over
their mistakes.

	Just before you left the office on Friday, you remember seeing
Jeannie, the girl in the desk next to yours, called by Miss Branck.
Jeannie looked nervous as she went over to talk to her. You saw that
Miss Branck looked very strict while she talked to her. Jeannie wasn't
very talkative when she came back to her desk and when you invited her
out for an after work drink, she told you that she had to stay late to
speak to Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck. She looked awfully nervous and
you wonder why. Surely they wouldn't fire her for some typing
mistakes, you think to yourself.

	Now, as you enter the office, you see that Jeannie is already
at her desk looking as chipper as ever. "Good Morning Jeannie," you
say to her pleasantly. "Hi there," she replies. "How did your Friday
meeting go with the gruesome twosome?" you joke. Jeannie immediately
blushes red and she avoids your look. "It was O.K," she stammers.

	This has you even more curious. "Did you get into trouble?"
you ask. She nods her head. "How come you're so nervous about it," you
ask her. She looks over at you coyly. "You'll find out," she says.
Now you are really curious.

	What does she mean? "Tell me," you say.

	Jeannie blushes again. "I can't," she whispers. You insist and
finally she relents. "O.K," she says, "but you can't tell anyone I
told you." You promise. "Well, sometimes, when I've made a lot of
mistakes, Miss Branck and Mr. Rusko make me stay after work is over
and then they punish me for my mistakes."

	Your eyes open wide in disbelief as a shiver runs down your
spine. "What do you mean?" you say.

	"It's not just me," says Jeannie, "most of the younger girls
get punished that way. When I first got told to stay late, I was
brought up to Mr. Rusko's office and they made me sit down and then
they told me about all of my mistakes. There weren't a lot but they
made a big deal about it. They finally gave me a choice. They said
that they knew that I was capable of good work and that I could either
leave the company or choose to be punished by them. Anyway, I didn't
want to leave, so I let them punish me."

	Your face is flushed at this story and you notice that your
pussy is already soaking wet at the story.

	"How did they punish you?" you ask.

	Jeannie hesitates a long time before she answers, "They
spanked me just like a little girl." You are really in an uproar now.
Jeannie turns back to your work and you start on your own but your
mind is in a turmoil. The image of young Jeannie being turned over Mr.
Rusko's knee turns you on like crazy. Dominance and submission games
are your favorite thing anyway and you imagine that Jeannie is lying
across your knee and that you are lifting her skirt and lowering her
panties. You look over at her and pretend that her thighs and buttocks
are slowly becoming revealed.

	Your thoughts drift in and out of the exciting thoughts all
morning and by the time lunch rolls around, you take a break in the
washroom to masturbate. You have to bite your tongue while your
fingers bring your wet pussy to a shattering orgasm in only a few
strokes. You are a little calmer after lunch, but every time you look
at Jeannie, you get turned on all over again.

	Miss Branck calls you over in the late afternoon. "The work
you did last week was actually very high in quality," she tells you,
"But I see that there are a number of rather simple mistakes in
today's effort. This is really not acceptable. I will expect an
immediate improvement or I'll have to take some kind of action." You
are embarrassed at the scolding and you resolve yourself to improve
your work. You continue on with your day and your work does improve.

	At home that night, your thoughts turn again to the would be
like to be submissive to the two of them at once. The thought is at
once exciting and disconcerting. Our lovemaking that night is the best
it has been in ages and you surrender yourself totally to it. You ask
me to tie your hands together and you love the feeling of being
helpless while being brought to an orgasm.

	The next morning, you arrive to work with a glow on your face
and it doesn't go unnoticed by Jeannie. "Great night last night?" she
teases. You blush as you tell her about your lovemaking.

	Her eyes open wide. "You really let him tie you up?" she asks.
You nod your head. "I could tell you a lot of stuff I've done," you
tell her, "but I'd better do it after work." Jeannie looks so
interested that maybe you'll actually tell her some of the things you
have done. You promise to go out with her after work and exchange
girl-talk. She would probably be turned on about finding out what it
would be like to submit herself to someone else totally. Work
continues as per usual but again today you are distracted by the
thoughts of your own sexuality.

	Just before the end of the day, Miss Branck calls you over to
her desk. "Your work still contains a number of mistakes," she says,
"I am really quite surprised. I think that your quality was better
last week than today. In any case, Mr. Rusko and I would like to speak
to you about it today right after work. Please wait for me and we'll
go up to his office together."

	Your heart skips a beat. Your mind goes into overdrive and you
head back to your desk as though you are in a daze. You wonder if they
plan to punish you just like Jeannie. What would that be like you
think. You hope that they don't and you hope that they do. Jeannie
looks at you curiously as you sit down. "Are you O.K.?" she asks. You
nod your head. "I have to stay late tonight," you tell her, "Maybe we
could meet later instead." Her eyes open wide. "Oh," she says. She
writes her address down on a piece of paper. It is not far from the
office.

	A few short minutes later, you and Miss Branck are alone in
the office. "Come with me," she says. You follow her to the elevator
and up to the fourth floor. You notice that your hands are perspiring
and that you are really nervous. You enter Mr. Rusko's office and sit
down as instructed. Miss Branck sits next to you.

	"Well, young lady," says Mr. Rusko, "It seems that our
congratulations were premature. Now, I know that you are capable of
quality work so the only conclusion I can come to is that you simply
aren't paying attention. Let me tell you the way that we handle
slovenly work here. We give the girls a choice. We tell them that they
can go and work for a company that is interested in low quality work
or they can choose to be punished here by Miss Branck and myself. I
can assure you that you will not find the punishment comfortable.
However, we have noticed that those employees who have been punished
are generally, happier and much more productive. Now you also have
that choice. Which will it be?"

	Your heart is racing at a mile a minute. You really don't want
to be punished but the thought of it is a turn on and besides, you
really don't want to leave the company. "I'll be punished by you," you
say in a whisper. Mr. Rusko smiles. "Miss Branck will prepare you
then," he says.

	Miss Branck stands up and takes you into the next room. Her
look is quite severe. You bow your head submissively and wait for her
instructions. "Remove all of your clothing," she says. Your hands are
trembling as you reach for the buttons on your dress. It soon falls
to the floor and is soon followed by your slip, stockings, and
panties.

	Soon your are wearing nothing but your jewelry. You wait
patiently while you look at the floor. Miss Branck stands back to
admire your trim form. Her eyes linger on your shaved pussy and you
see her smile. "Very pretty," she says.

	She hands you a standard hospital gown that opens in the back.
It is short and comes down to just below your buttocks but it does
cover you. She turns you around and does up the one tie in the back at
the top. She turns you around again and looks to make sure that you
are ready. You are mortified that your nipples have become quite hard
and that your pussy is soaking wet. She takes you by the arm and
brings you back into Mr. Rusko's office. The gown opens with every
step you take and you know that in a moment it will be completely
exposed.

	Miss Branck moves to the middle of the room and sits down in a
straight-backed chair. "Lie over my lap," she says to you. Hesitantly
you do so, feeling the strange feeling of her nylons against your bare
skin. The gown falls naturally to the sides to expose your buttocks to
their gaze. You feel her cool hands touch you for the first time. Her
left hand is in the small of your back and holds you firmly in the
proper position. Her other hand rests gently on your smooth bottom.

	The spanking starts suddenly and you feel her sharp stinging
slaps strike first one cheek then the other. The spanking goes on for
some time and the heat rises slowly from your bottom as it continues.
The heat travels directly to your pussy as the erotic punishment
continues. You know that you are soaking wet and you hope they don't
find out. The whole event seems to happen in a daze as though to
someone else. Miss Branck stands you up and you feel your bottom is
hot. You think that this it is over and you wait for her to bring you
back to your clothes. Instead she brings you over to the corner of the
room. "You'll stand her 'on display' until we tell you," she says.

	She places you facing the corner just like a five-year-old who
has just been chastised. Your face turns red at the embarrassing
position. You feel her hands at your neck and suddenly the gown is
untied and she lets it fall to the floor. You are now completely naked
in the corner of the office and they have you stand there for perhaps
five minutes displaying your red bottom. The heat in your bottom
gradually diminishes until the warmest thing about you is wet slit.
The spanking by this woman has turned you on and you have no idea what
is to come next. The five minutes seem to go on forever and you can
sense Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck looking at your helpless body.

	Finally you hear Mr. Rusko's voice, "All right, then I'll
complete your punishment now. Come here." You hesitate for a moment.
You know that as you turn around, you will be exposing your entire
body to him and you are embarrassed to do that. Blushing yet again,
you finally turn around and with your eyes downcast submissively, you
shuffle over to him.

	He has you stand beside his chair for a moment as he looks at
you. Your hands have naturally covered yourself and he instructs you
to lower them. You do so and he looks directly at your firm breasts
and their hard nipples and your shaven slit. You know that your hot
juices are easily visible on your bare pussy lips thus betraying your
turned on condition.

	He makes you stand there for a moment while he opens his
drawer and takes out a black leather strap and lays it on his desk.
His large, strong hands reach out to take your wrists and pull you
over his lap. He lays the cold leather strap on your buttocks and you
shiver as you imagine the sensation of the spanking to come. His
strokes start a moment later and your bottom is given a good paddling.

	When he stands you up again, your bottom is hot and there are
a couple of tears on your cheeks. You stand before them submissively,
no longer attempting to cover yourself as they tell you that they
expect to see better work from you in the future. You dress hurriedly
and leave the building a few minutes later.

	You are walking in a kind of daze as you find yourself at
Jeannie's apartment. She lets you in right away. Her look is concerned
as you walk in. "Are you O.K.?" she asks. You nod your head. "Did
they... spank you?"

	Again you nod your head. "Well, maybe I could put some lotion
on for you or something. Would that help?" She leads you into her
bedroom and helps take off your dress. You lie on your stomach, naked
again in front of a strange woman as she begins gently rubbing lotion
into your hot bottom. Her fingers stroke you gently and you feel
yourself becoming more and more turned on. You hear her start to
breath deeply and without saying anything, you spread your legs slowly
apart. Her hands naturally slide lower and lower until her fingers
discover your wetness.

	You turn over and pull her face into your shaven pussy. Her
long, hot tongue slides right into you and the licking of your pussy
juices is soon followed up by the roving tongue finding your hard
clit. Jeannie's hands move up your body to pinch your nipples hard and
you let out a loud moan. Your orgasm seems to start deep in your body
and spread outward right to your fingertips. It goes on for a long
time and you cry out at the pleasure.

	Afterwards, you and Jeannie lay together, "I know what it's
like," she tells you, "I'm always so turned on after it happens." You
rest for a while before making love again. This time it is you who
brings her to a climax. By the time you get home, it is late but it is
a warm, smiling, satisfied woman who comes home to recount the hottest
story she can remember happening in a long time.

			       The End