Beginning a new job is never easy and my boss, he is the biggest horses’ ass attorney you could ever imagine. He was also one of the best in town and I had been surprised when he called me after I sent him my resume. It had been six months, and I was starting to get used to working for him. He would arrive in the morning, glare at me as he walked into his office, by mid-morning he would ask me into his office to help him find files or instruct me on some new motion. He was a tall intimidating man, not handsome by any stretch of the imagination, he looked dangerous and he was hell as a litigator in the court room. A couple times while I went through his file cabinets looking for some papers he needed I could have sworn he was staring at my ass, and once when I walked by him his hand brushed against my breasts but I decided I was imagining things, after all, I was just an average girl, a little on the plump side, not the kind that would attract a high powered lawyer, and besides I was married with almost grown children so I was sure I was the one imagining things. This didn’t stop me from having a late night fantasy of having him bend me over his desk from time to time, but I was realistic, so when the day came that he yelled “Lily, get in here!” I never imagined what was about to happen.
“Lily, get in here now!” His voice roared at me. I was just getting ready to leave; I set my coat and purse down and walked back into his office.
“Yes Mr. Logan?” I said trying not to let my voice tremble. He stood up and moved towards me file in hand.
“You have been using my computer for personal use.” It was a statement not a question. I must have looked confused, because he shoved the file into my hands,
“Aren’t these yours?” he asked as he walked out of the room. I heard the outer office door lock clicking as I opened the file. Inside were printed copies of all my emails, personal emails, which I had sent privately. I gasped and my entire body began to blush. These were not the kind of emails you wanted your boss to see, or your husband for that matter. They were full of fantasies and personal conversations with other likeminded faceless email friends met in a variety of chat rooms. The safety of the anonymous correspondence made it easy to talk about my deepest desires. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I stood with my head bowed, my hands shaking almost dropping the thick folder full of my secrets.
“How did you get these?” I asked, suddenly realizing the ramifications of his discovery.
“I have software that keeps me aware of everything done on MY computers.” He said. I cringed at the anger I heard in his voice.
“What are you going to do?” I asked closing the folder still not able to look at him.
“Look at me.” He demanded. Slowly I lifted my eyes to his. My cheeks burned as I thought of everything he knew about me now.
“Frankly I don’t know what to do with you.” He said glaring at me. “Does your husband know about any of this?” He asked. I shook my head no. “Answer me, Lily.”
”No sir,” I said my voice trembling.
“And do you want to keep it that way?” He asked his eyes watching me closely.
“Oh please, don’t tell him sir.” My eyes pleaded with him not to reveal my secrets. He walked back behind his desk and sat down still staring at me.
“Come here” he said motioning me around his desk. I walked hesitantly towards him; he put his hands on my waist moving me to stand between his legs.
“Is all this stuff true?” He asked me “Or are you just fucking with these guys?” He moved his hands to the desk, resting them on either side of my thighs, effectively trapping me there. I just stood there not saying a word. “Lily?” He asked me again
“Yes, I whispered.” I couldn’t look at him anymore. I knew my cheeks were flaming red and he seemed to be trying to embarrass me even more. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I gasped as his hands moved to my hips, and then slowly slid down my thighs; he moved his chair forward as his fingers glided to rest just behind my knees.
“Look at me Lily.” He said and I slowly lifted my head. As his fingers glided up the back of my thighs he stared at me “ You like this don’t you?” he asked, I couldn’t seem to answer “Turn around” He said and I gasped but slowly did as he asked. I felt his hands slide my skirt upward until it barely covered my ass. His big hands moved slowly up the back of my thighs, his fingers pressed against my inner thighs, his blunt finger tips tracing the bottom of each of my cheeks. “Spread your legs Lily.” He said his voice sounded hard, I was so afraid and excited all at once. I moved slightly, “Bend over more” he said putting his hand on my back. One finger pressed against the crotch of my pantyhose, and between my thighs. “This makes you wet?” he asked me as his one finger turned to two rubbing against my sex.
“Yes,” I whimpered trying not to rub back against his fingers.
“Alright Lily, I won’t tell your husband, but you will pay a price.” He whispered.
“What price?” I asked turning my head trying to look at him.
“Whatever I want,” was all he said. He gave my ass a light smack with one hand and pulled my skirt back down, he stood and rubbed himself against my ass as he moved, stopping for a brief moment to rock against my hips. “Don’t wear pantyhose again” he said from behind me.
“Why?” I asked before I thought about it. His fingers yanked up my skirt and ripped away the sheer nylon. His fingers thrust up between my thighs.
“Garters, do you understand?” he growled against my neck.
“Yes sir” I whimpered not able to stop my hips from rocking against him.
“Be ready for your punishment to begin tomorrow.” He said.
