At Your Service – Part 2
At Your Service.
By Deborah Ford.
Part two.
In part one Lesley is turned into Samantha an office girl in
order that he can spy on his sex mad wife Helen. Veronica and
George may have ulterior motives for helping him and have locked
him a way in a chastity belt. Now he races to their home to
confront them: remove this chastity belt or else!
1.
Veronica was sympathetic. “Now you sit there and tell me all
about it.”
George was unsympathetic, “little sissy! He’s almost crying.”
“George,” she snapped at him.
I sat on their sofa and being as brave as possible and told them
what had happened.
“I can’t satisfy my wife. You must get this awful thing off me!”
Veronica sighed.
George shrugged, “well that’s sort of difficult. We’ve left the
key in the office.”
Veronica cut in, “so hurry along and get yourself changed. Then
we can all go into the office and get it.”
This was too much! “I have had enough of your crazy schemes.
Look at the mess I’m in!”
“Now, now,” she tapped my knee, “you must try not to get too
emotional.”
“Just how horny does your wife get Lesley?” George asked.
“That’s none of your business!”
He shrugged. “Ok. It’s just that if she only needs it a couple
of times a month then you don’t have a problem.”
“A couple of times a day is more like it!” I shouted.
He and Veronica exchanged an eyebrows raised expression and then
he smiled. “Well that’s different then. By tonight she will be
gasping for it.”
“I would appreciate it if you weren’t so rude about my wife.”
Veronica took my hand, “I thought a dress again for today. A
yellow one as it is a nice sunny day.”
I pulled my hand from hers. “No way. You two go in, get the key
and bring it back!”
“I don’t think I like your attitude young lady!” Veronica
sneered. “We are only trying to help you spy on your wife.”
“Yeh,” George said, “and look at the thanks we get. Anyway we’ll
be late home tonight, Veronica has a meeting with the sales
people. You’ll have to go in and get it yourself.”
They headed for the door, “We’ll see you there.”
George laughed, “can’t wait for the sissy to explain to Helen
why he is at the offices.”
Veronica nodded and said in a silly sissy voice, “hello darling
I am just here to spy on you.”
Oh god. The thought of facing Helen in her present mood filled
me with trepidation. She will demand that I make love to her
immediately. If they don’t let me out of this confinement all
will be lost. “I think you should bring the key home to me!”
“No way,” George asserted. “In fact you only get it if you turn
up in the yellow dress. I am not bringing it back.”
Veronica nodded. “Yes, ungrateful little madam. The key can stay
hidden until Samantha comes in and asks nicely for it.”
The door closed I was trapped. I felt the room spin. Trapped in
this stupid belt. It was too tight up against my prick to be cut
free by a hacksaw. Perhaps I could go to a lock smith and ask
him to pick the lock. Yuck. The thought of being spread eagled
on a table with a man between my legs filled me with nausea.
The door opened and Veronica darted in, “forgot my bag.”
“Please Veronica. Won’t you get the key for me?”
“Can you imagine me going back on my word?”
“No,” I swallowed.
“So what’s it going to be?” She asked, already knowing the
answer.
2.
Half an hour later I sat with Tracey on the reception desk. The
yellow dress was strappy so I had to wear a scarf to hide my
Adams apple. The stockings were pale and the high heeled shoes
were a matching yellow. I felt like a gay canary.
I had ridden in the front with the chauffeur while Veronica and
George made love in the back. It was very embarrassing. The
chauffeur just looked me up and down with lust while I could
hear the tell tale rhythmic thumping sound of two people ‘at it’
behind my seat.
I kept my eyes firmly on the road and my fingers at the hem of
my silly yellow dress. One sudden move and the stocking tops
would be visible.
Then when we reached Veronica’s office she shushed me as if I
were just an office girl while she went through her mail.
“Oh no!” She said. “One of the sales staff has gone sick. I will
have to fill in.”
“Can I help?” I asked.
She looked daggers at me. “Keep your mouth shut until you are
replying to a direct instruction.”
I bit my pink lipsticked lips but her eyes made me cower until
I whispered, “yes Miss Veronica.”
There was something about this place, something about the
clothes that I wore that changed my views. I was never the most
masculine of men, I knew that, but I always despised gays who
dressed as women and acted like women. Yet here I was not just
dressed as a woman but acting very girly in a sexy outfit.
She went back to her mail. “Your lock will have to wait. I need
to get going.”
She headed for the door.
“But Miss Veronica my …”
She opened the door and there were two managers in the corridor.
Veronica turned to me and said very loudly, “yes Sammi what is
it?”
The two managers looked at me and I felt my knees go weak. “You
know Miss Veronica ,” I whispered nodding towards the floor.
“No I don’t Sammi. Spit it out.”
I blushed red and fell silent.
“Right. Join Tracey at reception, you can’t do much damage
there.”
The two managers laughed at me and my cheeks grew red hot.
“I’ll see you later this afternoon.”
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Tracey was very sweet and showed me how to answer the phone and
sort the mail in to piles for the managers.
I saw the name George Richards on a few and asked whether I
could take them up to him.
Tracey laughed, “you’ve heard about his reputation already have
you.”
“Uhm, well,..”
She leaned closer, “yes it really is that big,” she giggled. The
phone went and she answered it smartly. “Yes Sammi you take them
up to him and try your luck. Fifth floor and ask Katie.” With
that she turned her attention to the caller.
I picked up the letters and tugging down my hem headed for the
lift.
Katie was a bubbly red head sat behind a reception desk like
ours just outside the lift doors. Perhaps all the floors had a
reception desk and girl.
She read my badge: ‘Sammi, at you service. She cooed, “oh you
are the new girl. How are you finding us Sammi?”
I was not in the mood for small talk. “I’m after George
Richards.”
“Aren’t we all,” she giggled, “but don’t worry he gets around to
each of us regularly enough.”
“Oh,” I smiled trying to feel pleased at the way George saw
himself as a rooster in a hen house. “Actually I am only
bringing up his mail.”
She wrinkled her nose and giggled, “that’s my trick sometimes.
Good luck. Third door on the left.”
Just my luck. When George said I could enter I found him with my
wife Helen. They were analysing some reports. He looked
surprised to see me.
“Your mail, Mister Richards.”
My wife barely gave me a glance. After all I was just another
girl here.
He took them from me, “great. Yeh, thanks.” He came around the
desk and guided me back to the door. “Yeh, thanks Sammi.”
As he opened the door I whispered, “the key.”
“Ah thing is,” he said loudly making my wife look at us, “it’s
with Miss Veronica. Wait until she gets back and then we can
sort it out.”
With that he patted my bottom and closed the door in my face.
Really! He patted my bottom. The so called rooster of the hen
house patted my bottom. Then he closed the door in my face!
“Hey gorgeous!”
I yowled as my bottom was pinched. It was the dreaded mister
Brown I had met in the girls coffee room on my first morning. Oh
no. I made to leave but he grabbed my arm.
“Hey what’s the hurry?”
His dark eyes were glinting with good laughter.
“Very busy sir, please.”
“Good. I think you girls should be kept busy. Keep you out of
mischief.”
Patronising bastard! “Yes Mister Brown.”
He hovered around me and I felt his sheer size next to me. I was
so delicate and vulnerable.
“Why don’t you come in for a quick bit of dictation,” he rested
his hand gently on my bottom and squeezed.
I was so frightened, “please Mister Brown, Miss Veronica says
that I must stay at the reception desk downstairs.”
“Then why are you up here you naughty girl?” he laughed, his
hand firmly caressing my backside as if he owned it. Had
feminism or the twenty first century never reached here?
I closed my eyes, it is difficult to think when you are dressed
like this standing next to a lusty man, “I er, well, I was told
to bring up these letters.”
“Oh?” he was teasing me. “And by whom?”
He gave my bottom a hefty squeeze, “oooh. Uhm” I could not say
one of the managers because he might ask them. “Er Tracey,
Mister Brown, sir.”
He wandered behind me gently patting my bottom. This was
outrageous. But I had to stand there and take it until he had
finished with me. “So Miss Veronica commands you to stay at
reception but you obey Tracey another scatty office girl like
you, and leave reception.”
“Oh,” that was not how I intended it to sound. “Please sir, she
was very busy and I thought ….”
He laughed. “You thought! Heaven save us from secretaries who
think. Where would we end up?”
He now had one hand on each cheek of my bottom cheeks and leaned
his head over my shoulder. “So you disobey a manager and obey a
secretary?”
How could I think straight when he was doing that? It was
disgusting having a man fondle me like this. Yet something was
stirring. I was so randy after being denied release for a couple
of days that I felt excited down below.
“Did you hear me Sammi?”
I opened my eyes. “Oh yes. Sorry. Yes sir.” I looked back over
my shoulder as the massaging continued. “Er, what was the
question again?” My mind was a complete blank.
Ouch! He had slapped my arse really hard. I rounded on him
fuming and he easily took both my wrists, holding them out from
my body leaving me to writhe entertainingly before him.
“Well, I think I shall have to have a word with Miss Veronica
about your behaviour, shan’t I?”
“You can do as you please,” I pouted coming to a rest. Resisting
a man as strong as he when you are wearing high heels is totally
futile.
“I will,” he said calmly, “so I’ll expect to see you later today
at my pleasure.”
The words chilled me to my heart. I knew that Miss Veronica
would protect me from the brute but my knees felt like jelly.
“Run along Sammi, see you later.”
He released me, slapping my arse so hard I was sent careering
along the thick carpet. I struggled to keep my balance on the
high yellow heels. I heard his laughter even as the lift doors
closed and my cheeks burned red hot.
I was furious. No man was going to treat me like that. The
bastard.
I actually stamped my foot as the doors opened before Tracey.
She winced, “didn’t go too well then? Never mind, Mister
Richards is very popular. Try again tomorrow.”
I sat on the chair next to her and quietly fumed at the
indignities I was facing.
3.
Fortunately Tracey was very sweet and supportive and at the mid
morning coffee break told me that all men are pigs really and I
should not let it bother me. We were talking about two separate
actions of course. She thought that George had spurned me but I
knew that the horrible Mister Brown had tried to take advantage
of his position of power over a junior girl. He deserved a
comeuppance.
We were joined in the tiny coffee area by some of the other
girls. All of them seemed pretty pleased with themselves. We ran
out of chairs and Katie suggested that Annie should sit on the
counter but Annie just giggled and announced that she had just
been spanked and could not sit down.
She said it so proudly and all the girls giggled. What sort of
sluts were they? The girls wanted to know who had punished her,
whether it was harsh or nice.
I listened with open mouthed astonishment. Annie gave us, in
great detail, the events surrounding her spanking. Apparently
the manager had turned her over his lap before the other girls
in the accounts section.
Katie whoooed, “oh I would give anything to be spanked like
that!”
The others sniggered.
Tracey was particularly excited by it all, “oh and listen girls
Samantha here has had her first spanking.”
I could not believe that she had told them.
The girls squealed at me to tell them what had happened.
My cheeks flushed and I let the blond wig hide as much of my red
face as possible. “It was nothing really just a few light
swats.”
Katie patted my knee sympathetically; “it’s always like that the
first time. But don’t worry they get harder later.”
She spoke as if I should be thrilled by that revelation.
“Mind you,” Tracey warned, “you must not deliberately seek a
punishment.”
The girls shook their heads.
One pointed out to me, “if the managers think you are seeking
punishment then they are ten times harsher on you! You could be
caned, and that is not very nice.”
Tracey shivered, “or you could end up as one of their kittens.”
Kittens? This was an insane world.
Then a bell rang and we returned to our posts. I must say I was
grateful to sit in silence away from the madness I was hearing.
4.
By lunch time of this second day my feet were aching and I
longed to remove my heels. As I reached down to undo the straps
Tracey gasped.
“Oh no Sammi don’t let anyone see you half dressed without
permission. That would be the cane for sure!”
So I sat back in the chair, bending my feet this way and that to
help relieve the ache.
We had lunch in the coffee room, all jammed together. It would
have been exhilaratingly sexy, being crushed up amongst all
these sexy girls, but the cruel chastity container thwarted any
idea of erection.
I wondered where the managers ate and decided that it would be
a million times bigger than this little space. We were given
salad sandwiches that left you hungrier after you had eaten
them, along with a small pot of yoghurt.
A girl with the badge of ‘Mitzi, at your service,’ bragged about
her morning, “of course he is taking me away with him this
weekend.”
The girls listened with rapt attention. It seemed the manager in
question had beaten her with his belt until she cried and then
taken pity on her. He had promised her a holiday in the south
for a couple of days.
When we were returning to the reception desk I mentioned to
Tracey that some managers obviously had hearts after all and she
laughed:
“Oh Samantha, many of the managers are married. He was only
saying that to keep her sweet. Sometimes we do get taken away
for a holiday but all they want is one thing all the time.” She
shivered and giggled, “and I love it!”
She was as big a slut as the others.
Later that afternoon Helen marched through and I held my breath.
Her cheeks were flushed. I knew that look. She needed sex. It
made my penis stir, even in its rigid restrictions.
She yelled at Tracey for having her hair out of place, though I
thought it was immaculate. Then she had a go at me for being too
slow in standing when she approached us. She was in a foul mood.
She wagged her finger at me, “You are heading for a warmed up
arse young lady.”
“Yes Miss Helen,” I said. I knew that her rage was brought on by
her sexual needs being left unsatisfied. I felt a little sorry
for her.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She peered closely.
I dropped my head. “I don’t think so Miss Helen.”
“Don’t you look away from me! Your eyes!” She laughed. “You look
just like my …er ..”
I held my breath.
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t have any relations with the
surname Oak do you Little Sammi?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You could be the twin sister of my .. er, a relative.”
“No I don’t know anyone from this city,” I swallowed.
She smiled and walked away. Tracey and I made to sit down but
she returned, smile gone. We leapt back to our heels.
“Don’t you think you should refer to me as Miss Helen, Sammi?”
My head swam. “Yes Miss Helen, sorry Miss Helen.”
Helen pursed her lips, her cheeks darkened. “I think a few
strokes might straighten you out!”
“Oh please Miss Helen,” I stammered.
Tracey moved closer to me, “please Miss Helen, Miss Veronica has
stipulated that only she should punish Samantha.”
Helen was livid, “And who is she to change the damned rules?”
Tracey shrank away.
Helen glared at me. “You! Upstairs! Sixth floor! Room 607! Now!”
The ‘now’ rang in my ears as I headed for the lift. As the doors
closed I saw my wife as furious as I had ever seen her. Tracey
had backed up to the wall, eyes wide with fear. Thankfully the
lift doors closed before I heard any more.
5.
Room 607 was neat and femininely decorated. Helen had a large
panoramic view of the city like Veronica’s. If a person’s
importance is judged by the size of their office then my guess
was that Helen was pretty high up the ladder of this company. I
really admired her and felt proud for her.
On her desk was her diary. That could give me clues as to
whether or not she was cheating. Dare I open it? I had been
there a good five minutes. I felt sorry for poor Tracey who was
getting a roasting from her downstairs. I felt sure that Helen
would not carry out her threat of beating me. In all the time I
had known her I had never seen her being cruel.
The door crashed open and slammed shut. I took one look at her
and suddenly I did not feel so secure.
“So that stuck up tart from Personnel thinks she can keep a girl
to herself does she?”
My tummy turned over. “Please Miss Helen I didn’t mean to ..”
“Shut that hole in your head.” She pulled open a large double
cupboard and I saw the same array of punishment equipment I had
seen in Miss Veronica’s cupboard.
Oh no, no. Please.
She pulled out a long cane. “Bend over my desk you little
bitch.”
Should I explain to her who I was? Tell her why there so much
resemblance between me and her husband?
The slice on the back of my thigh sent me reeling towards her
almighty desk. Another painful push in the back and I was
sprawled across it.
“Ooof”
“Stay there bitch.” She slapped the cane down next to me. I was
scared witless. I would not move until she gave me permission.
She picked up the phone. “David? It’s me Helen. I have a little
bitch here from Personnel section and Miss Veronica is saying
that she is the only one who can punish her. Yeh. No. The slut
on reception told me. Tracey. I’ve spanked her. Tracey has had
it coming for a while. Eh? No. I don’t know. It’s just what the
two bitches have told me. Miss Veronica is out until later
today. Yes the little madam was insolent to me. Yes, to my face.
She got up far too slowly when I came near them. Refused,
absolutely refused to refer to me as Miss Helen. Yes. Yes, I am
sure. Six strokes of the cane. I thought I’d be lenient. Yeh,
great. I’ll wait.”
She slammed the phone down and leaped from her chair. The mix of
sexual frustration, indignation and rage were stirring her up
into a hell hound.
“Please Miss Helen I am sorry ..”
“Keep it shut. Our lawyer is getting back to us. He knows the
ins and outs of all the contracts. With a bit of luck next time
I enter a room you’ll be on your feet so fast people will think
you have a spring shoved up your arse!”
Oh dear. Should I explain who I am? Tell her that I thought she
was cheating on me. I closed my eyes. That would be suicidal
given my present predicament.
I heard her mouth off about Miss Veronica when the phone went.
I held my breath as she grabbed it.
6.
I tried sitting on the edge of the seat in reception. But the
six stings had covered my entire backside. Of course I was not
allowed to stand and had to keep that silly pouting smile on my
lips. I wriggled for the umpteenth time.
Tracey was considerate, “there is a cushion in the photocopying
room you could use.”
I smiled at her and winced as my bottom settled again on the
seat. “I just want to stand.”
“I know,” she nodded, “but you can’t. They are horrible
sometimes aren’t they?”
The phone call in Helen’s office had been to say that I had not
signed any contract of employment. The man my wife referred to
as David actually came down with some sheaths of papers. He
explained to my wife that it was imperative that I sign them or
else there could be insurance and legal problems. All employees
must agree to the conditions of the firm.
I made the mistake of protesting. All I wanted to do was explain
that I was only here for a few days. I wished I had kept my
mouth shut. Mister Woods, as I had to call him, though my wife
could call him David, set about me quickly with a paddle. ‘Don’t
you speak unless spoken to!’
All the time my wife Helen was saying, “do you see what I mean?
Have you ever come across such a disagreeable, naughty, office
girl?”
Mister Woods beat me with great enthusiasm pointing out that
‘she’ll learn fast enough. Even the stupidest of girls learns
her place within a few days.’
After the paddling from Mister woods and then the canning from
Helen I was very docile. I quickly signed the forms where Mister
Woods pointed and apologised profusely for my errant behaviour.
I had never been so pleased to hear the words, ‘you can go.’
So here I sat on my sore bottom desperate not to upset any of
the other managers waiting anxiously for the return of Miss
Veronica.
When Miss Veronica appeared through the lift doors I had never
felt so relieved in all my life.
“Follow me,” she said heading for her door, her coat sailing
behind her like a cape.
Once in her office she threw her stuff on to the desk told me to
keep my ‘stupid trap shut’, (very nice!), and poured herself a
gin and tonic from her fridge.
“What a day!” She slumped in her chair with her eyes closed.
Humph! She should have been in my shoes!
“Miss Veronica?” I said sarcastically. “What about me? I have
had quite a day too.”
She gave me her knee trembling glare forcing me to look away.
“Listen you little madam. Don’t bother me with your day’s trials
and tribulations. All you have had to do is sit on your fat arse
at reception with that tramp Tracey! If sharpening pencils is
too taxing for you then you could never do what I have just
done.”
I folded my arms. As soon as she released me from this chastity
container I would tell her exactly what I thought of her.
She turned to her computer to check her mail, “some of us have
been busy earning the money that pays your wages!”
Really! I wanted to tell her how hard the girls worked here but
I knew I would be wasting my time.
She flicked at her screen and stopped at one of her messages.
She did a double take and gasped. “What on earth! You have been
caned by Helen?”
Her mouth fell open as she turned back to me.
I shrugged and shuffled in my heels. “It was all a bit of a
misunderstanding Miss Veronica. You see…”
She giggled and took a sip of her drink. “Well how appropriate
don’t you think? Your wife finally gives you the beating you
deserve. And I suppose you just bent over and accepted it like
the other tramps here?”
“Well no, not exactly. I did try to explain but…”
Miss Veronica laughed, “but that made it worse so you simply did
as you were told like a little girl.”
I flushed and looked away. It wasn’t quite like that. Well I
suppose it was really.
“Please Miss Veronica what else could I do?”
She turned back to her monitor shaking her head. “You’re as
tarty as the rest of them.”
I wish I could do something with my hands. They felt so
ludicrous flapping about me. Why don’t dresses have pockets?
She laughed again, “so Mister Woods has been exercising his
right hand on your backside. My you have been a busy little
girl!”
There was nothing funny about any of this!
“And what’s this? Mister Brown says,” she read it to herself her
jaw falling open again. She was not laughing now
She leaped from her chair and raced around to me. “What were you
doing upstairs?”
“I, er, I … I thought I would go and see George, I mean Mister
Richards.”
“What did I tell you?”
I bowed my head, “to stay at reception Miss Veronica.”
“Oooh I have a good mind to send you up to Mister Brown so that
he can deal with you right now!”
“Oh no, please, please. Please Miss Veronica.”
My pleading amused her no end. She walked about me eyeing me up
and down. “It could teach you a lesson couldn’t it?”
I felt tears warming my eyes. “Please Miss Veronica all I want
is to get free of this horrible chastity belt and get these
humiliating clothes off and go home to my wife.”
“Perhaps you don’t deserve it.”
“Oh please Miss Veronica I am so sorry. Please just let me go.”
“Perhaps I should call down Miss Helen for you to explain the
entire story to her. That should be fun. Especially when she
sees her husband dressed as a tramp of an office girl. And that
she has beaten his arse. And that he is here to spy on her.”
“Oh don’t do that, please let me go.”
She walked behind me making me feel vulnerable and exposed in my
short yellow dress.
“I think I have you just where I want you.”
I closed my eyes. I was in a nightmare. I was that insect
walking the wrong way along the web. Totally unable to turn
around.
The phone rang, saving me from any further humiliations under
Miss Veronicas sadistic teasing. But then the situation
worsened:
“Yes? Oh, yes!” She turned to look me full in the eyes with a
grin that buckled my knees. “Yes. Mister Brown funnily enough
she is right before me at the moment.”
Mister Brown! I put my hands up to my mouth. My eyes kept
pleading with Miss Veronica.
“Oh I don’t know what she was doing up there. Naughty little
minx. You are offering to punish her? That is very kind of you.
I am somewhat busy at the moment.”
I stepped up to her desk my hands clutched together at my boobs,
pleading with her.
“Just one moment,” she put her hand over the mouth piece. “Now
little Sammi I think I need a bit of payback from you for your
disobedience. Don’t you?”
“Anything, but please don’t send me upstairs to him.”
She took her hand from over the mouth piece, “I’ll get back to
you Mister Brown. No, no, you are not interfering. I am very
grateful to you. Speak to you later.”
She put the phone down and I guess I knew how the insect felt
when he saw himself trapped with the spider.
“Now Samantha. You will pick up the phone and call Helen as
Lesley and tell her that you have to stay away for a few days.
Lets say you have a dying aunt. Ok?”
“But please Miss Veronica you don’t know how randy she is right
now and …”
“Now what was that nice Mister Brown’s number?” She picked up
the phone and I snatched it from her.
“Ooh,” she laughed, “the kitten turns.”
I did not like the mention of the word ‘kitten’. I knew it had
another meaning in these offices and I also knew I did not want
to know any more about it.
She told me Helen’s number and I dialled it.
As you can imagine the conversation did not go well.
“Surely you can have me once before you go on your journey?” She
demanded, breathing heavily.
“Uhm no. I have already left. I am so sorry. I’ll speak to you
soon.” I put down the phone and felt terrible.
“Very good.” She pushed back her seat and put her booted feet on
the desk. “Now tonight you can stay at our house and you will be
my date.”
“Your date? If all you wanted was for me to go out with you I am
sure that …”
Miss Veronica laughed evilly. “I want Samantha not Lesley. I
have seduced all manner of men and women but never an airhead
sissy bimbo!”
At least she would be taking my belt off I thought. “And then
tomorrow I can return to my wife?”
“Maybe. If you are good.”
If I am good! “And what about Helen. She is as randy as can be.
How do I know she won’t just run off with some man for a quick
one?”
She phoned her husband George asking him to come down.
What was happening now?
George arrived full of the joys of life. He patted my arse, “hey
babe,” he laughed.
Veronica explained to George that tonight she was going to
seduce me so it would be better if he made himself scarce. I
could not believe my ears. She was telling her husband she was
going to have another man and asking him to clear off.
“Fine,” said George as if he was being asked to pick up some
groceries on the way home. “Do you want an ‘all nighter’ or just
an evening?”
She eyed me like a predator, “oh all night I think. Thanks. Oh
and there is something else.”
George grinned at me, “a threesome?”
Oh how sickening!
She laughed, “no. Not tonight anyway. Tonight she is mine. But
you can help Samantha by taking care of Helen for her. Helen is
now in desperate need of cock so why don’t you take her out for
dinner and chaperone her. That way Samantha can be relaxed and
know that his wife is in safe hands.”
“Would you?” I pleaded with him. If he took her out for dinner
and made sure she got home at least she could not go chasing
other men around night clubs. “That way I know she will be
faithful to me.”
Veronica added, “and then she can concentrate on pleasuring me,
which will be her aim tonight.”
George Richards grinned at me, “I would be pleased to help. Say
why don’t I see if I can stay at your home in the spare bedroom.
Then I can keep an eye on your wife all night.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” I cut in. The thought of
a fertile male sleeping in a room close to my wife in her
present erotic mood filled me with horror. She would be
desperate for any man.
Veronica added, “it’s the only way of being certain Sammi.”
George took my hand protectively, “while she is with me no other
man will come near her.”
I tugged my hand free. I hated male contact and turned back to
Veronica. “So one night of,” I could not think of the words.
Usually I ‘made love’ to Helen so that was easy. But how should
I describe what Veronica was proposing? “Just one night of,
whatever, and then we are quits. The chastity belt comes off.”
She pursed her lips. “If you are good.”
George slapped my arse and laughed, “she means if you are bad.”
7.
Tracey showed me how to use the reception intercom and phone
system. There wasn’t too much too it. You just had to make sure
you were polite and always made a note of the callers name
before passing on any messages. It was so simple the most air
headed bimbo could perform the tasks.
Mister Brown wondered by at five o’clock with a huge grin on his
face. We rose.
“Samantha you escaped my clutches again. Won’t last for much
longer.”
“No Mister Brown,” I waited until the lift doors closed before
sitting down and crossing my legs. “What a bastard.”
“Watch out for him,” Tracey said. “I know he looks gorgeous and
everything but he really is bastard to the girls. Many of them
have cried rivers over him.”
“Because he beat them so hard?”
Tracey laughed. “No. Well yes he does have a firm hand, but that
is so important in a man don’t you think?”
I wondered if Helen thought that way and whether she thought I
had a ‘firm hand’.
“No, I mean we all fall for him. I’ve had a bit of a crush. He
took me to a hotel one weekend,” she added proudly.
Just then Helen and George appeared. They were laughing and she
looked more relaxed than I had seen her since the very first
morning when I was caught up in this idiotic plan.
“See you in the morning girls, but I might be a bit late,” Helen
giggled, winking at us.
George raised his eyebrows knowingly at me.
The lift doors closed and suddenly ….
…no it couldn’t be.
A dark cloud blotted out the sun.
An awful thought crossed my mind. An horrific idea. A thought so
dreadful it made me shiver.
Suppose that George had other more selfish ideas. Suppose he
took advantage of my wife’s intense horniness. He might not be
checking on her for me but to so that he could get his end away.
With my wife!
I had been facing the wrong spider!
So with such thinking you can see how I might do or say
something silly. React in a thoughtless way. Get myself into
trouble. Like an over excited child racing across the road.
And I did.
I thumped open Veronica’s door with a “Your George is a bastard
…”
Before seeing that she chairing a meeting of four shirt sleeved
men and a woman in a dark trouser suit.
My heart sank. They glared at me the way furious parents regard
their mischievous child being naughty in someone else’s home.
I felt one stockinged knee fall in front of the other and tried
a simpering smile, “sorry Miss Veronica perhaps I should come
back later?” I asked as sweetly as I could.
“No. Get your fat arse in here and stand by me.” She pointed at
a spot before her.
Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?
All eyes were on the naughty office girl who stood head bowed
before Miss Veronica who was now a manager who had to prove to
her own peers that she had control over her girls
“So, Mister Richards, as I think you were supposed to call him,
has spanked you has he?”
I took a quick glimpse at the others and shook my head.
“Then the only reason you could possibly be upset is that you
think he will punish you tomorrow when he gets in and you think
that you don’t deserve it.”
Good idea! “Yes Miss Veronica.”
She handed me a notepad and pen, “Take a memo Sammi.”
I held the pad and nervously wrote out what she said: ‘memo to
Mister Richards from Miss Veronica. Samantha Norton would like
to remind you that you promised her a punishment of at least a
spanking tomorrow morning. The little madam feels she does not
deserve it, so hopefully you will add a few swats to help her
appreciate that she does. Signed Miss Veronica. Thank you
Sammi.”
I put down the pad and made to leave as swiftly as I could. “Yes
Miss Veronica.”
“Going somewhere girl?”
“Uhm? I er … don’t know. Should I stay? Take a few more memos
Miss Veronica?”
“Well I think you should apologise to each of the managers here
for your intemperate behaviour and ask that they punish you in
what ever way they deem fitting. Don’t you think that’s fair
Little Sammi?”
This cannot be happening. My stockinged knee did its bowing
action. “Please Miss Veronica I didn’t know that you had anyone
in with you and …”
“So it is perfectly alright for a tramp like you to burst into
a senior managers office if they are alone?”
The lady manager spat out, “ill-disciplined little madam,” for
all to hear.
One of the men tutted.
I thought of the insect and looked at my own spider. Why could
I never win with her. I was always in the wrong.
“Now you go along and introduce yourself to each of my managers
in turn, apologise and ask for the required punishment.”
I could run for the door in my heels. I thought of getting out
onto the pavement. I would be dressed like this, miles from home
without money. I closed my eyes. The police? Courts? I would a
be a laughing stock and worse, my lovely Helen would know I had
tried to spy on her.
There seemed no other choice. I made my way to the end of the
table and faced up to the first manager, a balding fifty year
old who looked too fond of business lunches.
I swallowed a squeaked, “my name is Samantha and I am very sorry
for being so naughty.”
I looked up at his dark eyes hoping for forgiveness. If he let
me off maybe the others would too. After all I had apologised
sweetly had I not?
He glowered at me, “is there something else you wish to ask me?”
I swallowed, “I am really sorry, sir, please I wont let it
happen again.”
“That’s reassuring but isn’t there something else you wish to
ask?”
I took in a deep breath for courage and said: “please sir will
you punish me in what ever manner you see as fit.”
“I will indeed Samantha.” He looked triumphantly around the
table. “I think its kitten time!”
Everyone cheered and the lady manager leapt up in her seat.
“Just what the little madam needs!”
“Fetch me the fittings please Samantha.”
I was rooted to the spot. The dreaded kitten punishment,
whatever that is. And what were the fittings?
Miss Veronica tapped the table, “she has only been here a day or
so I think that more advanced punishments should wait. I feel a
little bottom warming should be in order.”
Everyone looked disappointed. The lady manager sat back in her
seat, “if I may remind you Miss Veronica you did say that we
should punish her in what ever way we saw as fit.”
Miss Veronica nodded, lost for words.
The balding man slapped my thigh just below my skirt. “Its
Veronica’s call. Babe, go to the cupboard and fetch me a paddle
please. We shall start with a good paddling.”
I felt relieved that I was not going tot get the ‘kitten’
punishment even though I did not know what it was. I raced to
get a paddle from the double cupboards before they changed their
minds.
Having spent a lot of time over desks and people knees in the
last twenty four hours you would have thought I would have been
used to it.
The humiliating order to bend over. On this occasion over his
lap. The instructions on how I should place myself. The awful
moment when the skirt if raised and the mind numbingly shame of
having your knickers tugged down.
But this time was worse than the others. It was more controlled.
I would have to approach each of my tormentors in person and ask
demurely for my punishment.
While Veronica prattled on about the previous months sales
figures I lay obediently across his rough suit listening to the
whistle of the paddle followed by the splat of the impact, which
was closely followed by a squeal from me.
The canning from Helen and paddling from Mister Woods had left
my bottom sore so it was not long before the paddle had me
dancing helplessly over his lap.
He gave me twelve which I though was a bit excessive for being
rude. The next man told me not to stand up but to remain over
the first man’s lap. He raised my chin in his cupped hands,
“something to say Samantha?”
He was very young, maybe only twenty. I shivered. “My name is
Samantha. I am very sorry for being naughty. I really, really
am,” I added, “please will you punish me in what ever way you
see as fit.”
He took hold of my arms and dragged me over his own knees so
that my legs were left over mister baldy’s lap.
“The paddle will do just fine.”
The familiar pattern of whistle, splat, yowl.
Now I was crying.
After those twelve I had a pat on my cheeks and mister twenty
year old told me to move on.
The next man was middle aged but silver haired. He seemed much
more relaxed about the occasion. He sat back and raised an
eyebrow expectantly.
“Please sir my name is Samantha and I am very,” I had to do a
lot of sniffing at that moment but he patiently waited for me.
“I am very sorry for my behaviour please will you punish me in
what ever way you see as fit.”
“Oh all right then,” he said making everyone laugh.
He chose a wooden ruler and arranged me over his lap so that my
legs were caught between his rough trousered legs.
The whistle through the air was a lot sharper than the paddle
and the splat much, much louder. And, oh my, did it sting.
My yowls were noisy squeals. I just could not take any more!
After those twelve I was crying like a baby as I stood before
the horrible lady manager. Surely she would have some sympathy
for me now.
She didn’t. She was worse than the men. Just as Tracey had
warned me on the first day: ‘the women can be worse than the
men. They have something to prove.’
She used a short crop and took great delight in exercising her
power over me. It was a good minute before she had me arranged
in a satisfactory manner. The twelve blows were the worst moment
of my life. Every thick whack was delivered with terrific venom
as if I were responsible for all her woes.
Finally it was all over. I slumped to my knees sobbing like a
child. In the distance I could hear Miss Veronica’s voice: “we
needed a 2 per cent increase in all areas and I just don’t see
it happening this month.”
I rose stiffly to my heels, her voice still echoing in my head.
I pulled my tight knickers up to above the stocking tops but no
further. It would have been agony to try and smooth them over my
burning backside.
I picked up the crop, paddle and ruler and took them back to the
cupboard. I could not wait to get to the ladies toilets and cool
my bottom with a cold wet flannel.
I stiffly returned to Veronica. The entire room was swimming in
tears.
When I reached her she stopped talking and looked up. “Yes
Samantha?”
“Please Miss, may I return to reception?”
“Isn’t there something else you wish to ask me first?”
Something else? What more could there be? Everyone had
humiliated and beaten me .. Everyone … except Miss Veronica.
Oh no. “Please Miss Veronica, oh please Miss let me go.”
The lady manager muttered something nasty about the dangers of
being too soft with new secretaries.
I heard my voice through the shuddering sobs: “please Miss
Veronica my name is Samantha and I am very sorry for the way in
which I behaved earlier. I really am sorry. It won’t happen,
ever again. Not ever. I have really learned my lesson. I will be
ever so good from no on. Really I will. I will do as I am told.
I will make you proud of me …”
Through the swimming tears I watched her closely as she pursed
her lips and waited.
What a bitch! What about some mercy!
I could not think of anything more to add. The knee bowed before
the other and I recited the inevitable chant: “Please Miss
Veronica will you punish me in what ever way you see as fit.”
“I certainly will.” She rose to tower before me making me feel
as vulnerable and frightened as ever.
She grabbed my wrists and cruelly stuffed them together under my
chin. She then used the end of my yellow scarf that was around
my neck, to secure my wrists tightly together.
“There,” she announced, pulling up my tight knickers over my
ragingly hot arse. “Now you can run along. Once I have finished
the meeting we can treat your bottom with some creams. You’ll
like that. But run along for now.”
The pat on my cheeks might as well have been a gun shot for the
effect it had.
I squealed like a pig my hands hopelessly secured beneath my
chin.
——————————
Tracey was most concerned when she saw me hobbling back on my
heels. “Oh Samantha what was happened?”
Not even the plumpest cushion she found alleviated the stinging
as I sat down. If I could not perch comfortably on the chair
after Helen’s and Mr Wood’s beating, now it was totally
impossible.
“Poor Samantha you must remain sitting other wise you will get
into more trouble.”
So I sat and cried with Tracey drying my eyes. It is so dreadful
to have your hands tied beneath your chin. You cannot do
anything for yourself. My last cup of coffee had to be fed to me
baby style by Tracey.
“Don’t be too embarrassed. It could be worse,” Tracey pointed
out. “Once I was tied to a chair on castors all morning.
Everyone thought it was great fun to push me about when ever
they passed. And I couldn’t do anything.”
“That must have been awful.”
“It was. Especially as I was tied over the back with my bottom
in the air.”
“Oh!”
It was not until seven o’clock that Veronica’s meeting ended. As
they all filed passed me the men all nodded and winked as if I
was in on some joke with them. The lady manager just glared
haughtily at me. She looked so damned superior.
Veronica emerged pulling on her coat. She thanked us both for
looking after reception until so late. “Tracey you may collect
a box of chocolates for yourself tomorrow. And if you are quick
Mister Thompson is still collecting his papers in my office. Say
he has my permission to reward you.”
“Oh goody!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little
girl at Christmas.
Goody! She was a child being given a treat!
“As for you,” she glared at me, “follow me down to the car
park.”
I stood up careful to balance in my heels. “Please Miss you said
you would rub some cream in my bottom.”
She stopped at the lift and pointed to a spot just before her.
I dashed over to it and looked up at her, my wrists still bound
by the scarf about my neck.
“Did I say you’d get your lotion here in the office?”
“No Miss Vernonica.”
“So get your fat arse into the lift and keep that mindless mouth
of your shut.”
“Yes Miss Veronica.”
I was frightened but I knew that once she released my wrists and
cock I would escape. Even if I had to run naked from her house.
All I would do was wait until she released me and then I would
run like mad. She would never catch me.
End of part two
Deb Ford.