Fictional story.
Special thanks to "Blackstallion21" for his help editing.
CHAPTER 1
"It's 1:15 you're late again" he said. "What part of having a lunch hour between 12 and 1 don't you understand?"
Mary was near tears; nothing had gone right today, now she was being berated for getting back late.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Anderson" she said, "I got confused downtown again and missed my turn."
"Don't give me your excuses" he says, "I've had about all of them I can take." He waves a file in her face. "These reports are all wrong again, someone is going to have to stay late tonight and fix them. Tell me, who do think that will be?"
Oh no not tonight Mary thought, Mark was coming into town and she hadn't seen him in almost a month.
"Mr. Anderson" she cried, "I have plans for tonight, couldn't you get someone else to do it this one time?"
"Why should someone else have to fix your mistakes?" he asked. "Maybe this job is just too much for you and I should find somebody more competent."
"Please Mr. Anderson don't fire me. I really need this job, isn't there something I can do? I will work tonight and fix the reports" she says. "I won't be late anymore and I'll be much more careful with my work."
"You really think it's that simple?" he asked her, "Everyone in the office has been picking up your slack for the last month. I swear I don't know where your head is at with all the screw-ups you've done lately."
Near tears Mary begs him, "Please Mr. Anderson don't fire me. Give me a chance to improve; I'll do anything if you'll just give me another chance."
"I don't know Mary; it just isn't fair to everyone else. You cause more work for them and bring our productivity down. Come to my office after work, in the meantime I will talk to the rest of the group and get their opinions."
At 21, Mary had thought she had all. 5 ft. 2 in. tall and 116 pounds, her breasts were perky 36 Cs that turned upward. Her nipples look like erasers trying to break through her usual tight tops. Her waist was only 22 inches that flared to rounded 34 inch hips. Her ass was a heart shaped beauty that she enhanced by wearing tight fitting slacks or skirts. With skin that was pale and blemish free, Mary appeared to never have sunbathed, giving her virtually no tan lines. Green eyes the color of emeralds looked out from a head full of curly fire red hair that fell just below the shoulders.
Mary had met her boyfriend Mark four months before at a nightclub. They had been sexually active for the last three months. Mark worked for a large company and travel around the country doing sales calls which made their time together so precious.
The rest of the afternoon crawled past as Mary worried and struggled to correct the errors in her report. Mr. Anderson was right she thought, this is incompetent work, how could she possibly have made so many errors? As 5:00 approached Mary knew she was in for a long night.
Mary hoped that Mark would understand and forgive her for not making their date tonight. Damn it she thought, what I need is a good screwing. If she couldn't connect with Mark tonight who knew when the next opportunity might be.
Startled out of her daydreams by her co-workers getting ready to go home, Mary tried to find the courage she needed to face Mr. Anderson. As she walked down the hallway to Mr. Anderson's office she could feel the eyes of her co-workers burning into her, as if they already knew what her fate was.
Mary gently knocked on Mr. Anderson's door and waited for a response. Maybe he had stepped out or forgotten about her she thought.
"Come in" she hears him snap. As Mary entered his office she thinks, well his mood hasn't improved any.
Mr. Anderson purposely ignored Mary for a good five minutes as she stood waiting to hear his decision. He had to repress a laugh as she fidgeted uncomfortably. For weeks he had been waiting for just this moment. If Mary only knew that he and her co-workers had intentionally put her in this predicament. By purposely creating the errors in her reports they had set her up. Mary never suspected that her mentor had selected her months before as his newest play toy.
Mary had been so eager and excited when Mr. Anderson had chosen her. Over all the other women in the secretarial pool, she was his choice for this workgroup. His patience had been tried time and again as she struggled to learn the new job. Now the trap had been set, it was just a matter of time before Mary was late again and he could implement his plan.
"This really can't go on any longer Mary, it's not fair to the company or your co-workers" Mr. Anderson began. "I have no choice but to let you go."
Tears welled in her Mary eyes, hearing the words she had been dreading all afternoon. What am I going to do now? Just the thought she might have to move home with her parents and admit that she could not survive in the adult world alone was unbearable.
"Please Mr. Anderson, give me another chance." Mary pleaded
"I am afraid not," he said, "Even though some of your co-workers thought I should give you another chance, their suggestion really is not appropriate."
A glimmer of hope radiated through Mary's mind. "Really," she asked. "If they are willing to give me a second chance why won't you Mr. Anderson?"
"Well you see Mary, It's isn't that I'm not willing to give you another chance, it's just that I don't really believe what they suggested is appropriate in a professional office." Mary looked at him confused.
"The thing is Mary; they agreed to continue picking up your slack, even though it does mean more work for them until you can catch on. They are also willing to forgive you for having brought our productivity down. Their concern is, your not trying hard enough or take your work seriously. Their thought is, If they were allowed to punish you for causing them additional work and screwing up; they'll believe you will learn much quicker."
Mary didn't know whether to be shocked or angry. Did they believe she needed to be punished like the child to learn anything? She was an adult damn it, why couldn't people treat her like one? Even though the very thought appalled her, Mary couldn't see where she had much choice.
"Mary, just forget I said anything." Mr. Anderson said, "This really isn't a practice that is encouraged in the business world. Why don't you go pack your things and let's leave it at that."
"Please Mr. Anderson, I can't lose this job" she pleaded.
"Well Mary it's entirely up to you I suppose. I must warn you though, if you decide to agree to this, it's by your own choice. You will have to sign a statement that you have agreed to participate of your own freewill and no one coerced you into it. I believe it to be a bad idea, I'm not about to allow this company to be dragged into a scandal so that you can save your job."
After a moment Mary asked. "What kind of punishments do they have in mind?"
"Well, since you have not performed your tasks properly, causing extra work for them, I believe they think a spanking is in order. After that, they suggested you should be made to repay each of them in some way for the time they have had to put in to cover for you. I think it's quite generous of them myself, after all having to cover for you has made all of our production less."
Doubt and fear course through Mary. Her mind raced to find another solution but it was this or go home in defeat. She could think of nothing to escape her fate.
"Very well" Mary sighed, "I agree."
Had she not been in a state of shock, Mary might had noticed Mr. Anderson took from his desk a paper already written and typed. The paper stated that Mary agreed to be used in any way Mr. Anderson saw fit. She signed without bothering to read it in the hope she could get this over and done with.
Smiling Mr. Anderson said. "Very well Mary you can begin removing your clothing."
"What; You didn't say I would have to get undressed" Mary said.
"Just what were you expecting Mary? Did you think you were just going to get your butt slapped a few times and you could go home" he sneered? "Get your fucking clothes off right now or I will have them ripped off you."
Shocked, Mary screamed at him; "You can't talk to me like that, who do you think you are."
"I'm your new master you little twit. You see, you just signed a consent that allows me to do almost anything I wish to you. Yes that's right Mary; to put it bluntly you just signed what is considered a slave contract. You are going to do anything and everything I tell you to do Mary. Do you know why? Because if you don't do what you're told you will be stripped, whipped and raped worse than anything you have ever imagine. You'll be used as we see fit and everything we do will be videotaped. When we finally tire of using you, you will be dumped naked in the worst part of town. If you survive, you may go to the police if you wish. I personally wouldn't recommend it as it won't do you any good. I will simply tell them you were a willing participant and show them the contract that you signed. After that I will distribute the videotape we made nationwide, as well as send copies to your parents, grandparents and friends back home."
Defeated and with tears in her eyes Mary slowly removed her blouse and skirt. As she looked at him pleadingly he simply indicated for her to continue. Blood rushed to her face as she removed her bra and lowered her panties.
As he watched her, admiring what he had only imagined until now. Mr. Anderson pushed the button on his intercom signaling for the others to join him.
Mary blushed even deeper red and tried her best to cover her nakedness's when Bill, Andy, Joyce and Susan entered the room.