The Report
Before I tell you my first story I will tell you a little of my hubby and myself.
We live in a large house on the outskirts of a small town called Malton, which is in the Midlands. We have been happily married now for five years. Hubby is thirty-nine and works as an area manager. The company he works for sells bedroom furniture and his job is mainly to travel to the company shops and make sure things run smoothly.
As for myself I am twenty-eight and have often been commented on my intelligence, good looks, personality, and trim figure. I did work in a shop sometime back but now I stay at home. My interests and hobbies are many, which helps me pass the time while Hubby is away.
We both like to play "games" now and again. The "games" usually consist of me dressing up in various scenarios and having my poor rump spanked then taken upstairs for some fun in the bedroom, if you get my meaning. His favourite game is called "the naughty secretary". As you can guess from the name, I play the secretary who makes plenty of mistakes in "the office" and he plays the boss who punishes me. Now I enjoy these games but the trouble is Hubby now seems to be always away on business so we do not play often. Sometimes I daydream on "games" which could be played while Hubby is away. These thoughts were just passing fantasies until recently when one of my daydreams became reality.
Hubby had phoned to say he would be home around seven and fancied a night in, and maybe "the naughty secretary". So down to town I went and spent the day getting the things together for a nice meal and a delightful evening. I treated myself to a dark blue jacket and knee length skirt. I thought this would make me look very prim and efficient for our evening's entertainment. I had also got my hair cut and shampooed; by the way my hair is blonde and shoulder length. Then off into the supermarket and got all the things to make a nice pasta dish and a bottle of red for later on. I then jumped into the car and headed for home where dinner was prepared, the house tided, then into the bath for a nice relaxing soak.
Before Hubby was due home I got myself into the role of the secretary. I put on my new black lacy, and I might add very sexy, underwear, which was bought two weeks before, stockings, a crisp white blouse, my new suit and a pair of black high heels. I had already prepared some documents for him to inspect in the "the office".
At around quarter past seven the phone rang. It was Hubby.
"Hi Pen. Listen I've had some trouble at work and I won't be home till about eleven earliest."
I jumped in, "But I have got everything ready for tonight."
"Yes I know dear but this is important. Now I want you to do something for me. Mr Oldcastle will be coming to the house to pick up a report. Now it is on the computer under the name of Northwest England six. Print it out and give it to him. I'll warn you. I made him mad by not handing in this report and he needs it tomorrow. So whatever you do don't upset him. Right I'll have to go, hope to see you about eleven. Bye"
With that the phone went dead. Now as you can guess I was not happy and I could feel a sulk coming on, but I did as he asked. I printed the report and put it on the television in the front room. I then sat down and tried to think what I could do for the rest of the evening.
As I sat brooding I heard a car coming up the drive I looked through the window. It was Hubby's boss, Mr Oldcastle. Now I have only met Mr Oldcastle once at a company function. A mature man in his late sixties who came across as a no nonsense type, probably a military man at one time by his manner. I went to the door and opened it.
