I would like to take this opportunity to thank my editor JimmyB and Peaches whose encouragement made sure this story got written down. This story is pure fiction and not suitable for those under 18 or who take offense easily.
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I challenge any man to resist the charms of Sarah, the young woman who sits at the front desk of my office and is the perfect image of a secretary. Today her long blonde hair was sculpted elegantly into a bun as always and she wore a smart pin striped dress that she has been favouring lately. It comes down to about the middle of her thighs and shows off her long stocking clad legs to perfection. As is the case on many mornings, just thinking about her slender figure got me wondering about what was hidden underneath that dress.
I had to quickly rush into the office before Sarah had a chance to finish her polite professional good morning greeting and desire to be of service. I like Sarah; she is an excellent secretary, but her willingness to serve was beginning to get to me. The morning turned out to be a write-off as my mind filled with illicit thoughts of Sarah. It only took the usual loud tapping sounds of the keyboard to stop before my mind was racing again. I used the excuse that I wouldn't be able to focus on my work until I had proved to myself that my secretary was fulfilling her duties.
I peeked my head slowly around the office door, making sure I concealed my ever stiffening cock, which was now aroused at the possible things my secretary could have be doing. From my safe vantage point I could see she was engrossed in something on the computer screen. I edged closer and saw the words Literotica and BDSM before Sarah's head had quickly swivelled round. At that moment, her face became a picture of guilt as her eyes caught mine. Immediately she looked down, the sign of a true submissive.
I focused my attention on straightening my expression so that she wouldn't recognise my arousal at the situation. When she finally looked up again it was evident that the shock over-shadowed my obvious desires. I stood tall and crossed my arms, summoning all the displeasure I could muster and pompously reminded her of company policy regarding the viewing of pornography at work. The consequences of this meant she had to pack up her things immediately and I would have to personally escort her off the premises. Her expression quickly changed from fear to despair as she looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes that filled up quickly with tiny tear drops.
Begging me not to fire her, she managed to give out her heart wrenching sob story between heavy breathing and fits of tears. I am a cold hearted man so her tale of woe had no impact on me, but her heavy breathing and her eagerness to sell herself out rather than lose this job did. It takes a special person to resist the charms of a beautiful secretary; it takes a completely different person to use this golden opportunity to satisfy their own lustful longings. Today I was that person.
Sneering down at her in contempt, I told her that the only way to save her job was to show me what a dirty slut she was. I wanted to see if her interest in BDSM was real. Her eyes widened as she looked at me in confusion, and then as soon as she realised what I was implying, she blushed a beautiful shade of red and started stuttering, trying to explain what she was looking at as if I didn't already know. Silencing her now with the wave of my hand, I told her in a matter of fact manor just what I expected from her if she wanted to keep her job, (which was to position herself over the desk and lift up her dress for me).
She hurried to obey my first command but paused, panic stricken at the prospect of revealing her underwear to me. Asserting my authority over her, I stepped towards her and yanked the dress up. I pulled it much higher than she would have dared to reveal, which allowed me a glimpse of the black Basque that had been containing her ample breasts all day.
Containing her breasts is a great crime, but rather than deal with that then and there my eyes were drawn to her dainty French knickers. I lightly touched them as she shivered under my probing caress "stay put, slut!" I barked as I marvelled at the intricate lace detail through my fingertips before yanking them down to her ankles.
"Spread your legs and place your hands on the desk," I ordered. Whilst my eyes searched for something I could use and fell upon the wooden ruler, I picked it up. Feeling the weight in my hand, I didn't hesitate to 'smack' her left check, 'smack' then her right before moving to place a 'smack' between her cheeks briefly touching her cunt. The first two smacks made her cry out in pain, but with the third, her yelp of pain contained a moan of pleasure. I admit I wasn't fully in control of myself as I randomly and fervidly spanked her ass, delighting in the contrast of her bottom now as rosy as her face, a vivid contrast to her porcelain smooth skin.
Throughout the spanking I told her how her moans show me what a slut she was, and that she must want more. Responding to this, she desperately groaned and wiggled, turning to cushion the hard blows I was now delivering to her gorgeous ass. Telling her off for moving, I demanded that she stayed still. "Do you want to keep your job?" I asked, and then reminded her to do as she was told or else she would find another girl in her position. When I had broken her spirit through the verbal abuse and spanking, I pulled her by the hair that had come loose to face me and ignored the tears in her eyes as I ordered her to strip.
"Strip, Sarah!" I barked and stood there waiting expectantly as she fumbled to carry out my command. Unhooking her knickers from her ankles, there was a brief moment where I thought she was going to pull them back up, but she placed them neatly to one side and began the slow teasing process of removing her dress.
The sight of her sweet cunt bare and exposed made my stiffening cock rock solid. As the dress came off and revealed more of her firm round cleavage her nipples stood to attention and already looked swollen despite the fact I had been unable to take them in my mouth. I looked forward to teasing them later and before she had chance to fold her dress neatly over the chair, I threw her to the ground. She let out a small cry as the harsh abrasive carpet made contact with her roasted buttocks reminding her of the recent spanking she had endured.