The Hotel Transform Stories

At Your Service

Part Three

Deborah Ford

Lesley has been turned into Samantha the office girl by the
cunning Veronica and her devilish husband George. Lesley’s aim
had been to ensure that his wife Helen remained faithful to him,
but his plan is rapidly backfiring. Worse she finally learns
what Kitten Punishment actually entails.

1.

My plan to escape had to be put on hold.

Veronica introduced me to her maid Suzi who gigglingly dragged
me upstairs by my hand.

“No gossiping you two,” Miss Veronica shouted after us. “I want
her down here in one hour ready for dinner. We have a long night
ahead of us.”

Suzi slammed the bedroom door shut and giggled, “oh don’t worry
about her. She’s in a good mood tonight. She must really like
you.”

“Now then Suzi,” I said, ready to explain to her my dreadful
predicament.

She unzipped my yellow dress in a one fluent movement. It hung
around me loosely, the straps falling down my arms.

“Get it off,” she giggled opening a wardrobe door.

“I think sophisticated black for tonight.”

She held out a short, lacey, black dress. It looked really sexy.
I must get one for my wife Helen.

She had me strip down to just my bra and knickers.

I let her busy herself around me as I gently interrogated her.
“I may wish to leave early tonight. Which is the best way out?”

“I’ve never dressed a boy-girl before,” she tittered. “Oh I
don’t know. The front door I suppose. The other doors lead out
into the rear gardens. Now a basque will be a wonderful
foundation garment.”

While she squeezed me into a black basque I quizzed her further.
“And once I am at the bottom of the drive which way should I
go?”

She slapped my panty covered arse and laughed. “You really are
a dumb blonde aren’t you Samantha? You go which ever way is
necessary to get to wherever you want to go. Hold your tummy
right in.”

I breathed in and she cinched the basque.

“Oooooh,” I gasped, “that’s too tight. I can’t breathe.”

“You’ll get used to it. Do you think she will let you out of
your chastity belt tonight? Step into these.”

She pulled the black stockings with the patterned tops up my
legs. They felt so sheer.

“Oh I am sure she will. She wants,” I coughed in embarrassment,
“to have sex with me tonight so she will have to remove it at
some stage.”

“Other leg, don’t be so sure.”

I wasn’t going to bother asking a maid what she meant. If Miss
Veronica wanted sex then surely I would have to be released. End
of story. In fact, end of this madness. The moment the key went
into the lock I would be running down that drive and away from
here.

“I think these black knickers would be the best match. Step into
them please.”

I did so and she eased them up my stockinged legs. I was feeling
very tingly. Turned on. My penis was stretching as hard as it
could in the metal cylinder. There is something about smooth
silk and satin.

Within fifteen minutes of entering the room I was stood in my
underwear before the mirror as she slipped my feet into two
delicate high heeled sandals.

My image was a truly sexy vision. The basque created curves and
the silk and satin showed them off.

“We will make you up before you put the dress on. Just in case
of accidents. We don’t nail varnish on your dress.”

I watched in wonder as she painted my face in light pastel
colours. My fingernails were polished a bright pink to match the
lipstick.

Only the mascara was black. My eyes looked huge and submissive
in the pink face.

Suzi kissed my cheek. “Mistress will love you tonight. I almost
feel sorry for her.”

I admired my reflection and found myself in agreement with Suzi.
No one would be able to resist such a vision.

I stepped into the dress and it was squeezed up around my hips.
When Suzi drew the zip tightly to the nape of my neck I felt
that unique feminine thrill of having tight clothing from the
hips up but the legs exposed and decorated.

She played with my hair and with only a few minutes to go before
the deadline she led me downstairs.

Miss Veronica was lighting the tall candles on the immaculately
laid dinner table.

When she saw me her face fell. She shook her head. “I don’t
believe it. Give us a twirl.”

“Oh I can’t.” I replied blushing and looking away, but secretly
wanting her to see it all. After all Suzi and I had spent time
creating the result.

“Give us a twirl!” she barked.

I did so turning slowly enjoying the effect I knew I was having
on her. For the first time in my life I felt I had power over
someone.

“Dim the lights Suzi and pour some wine.”

The lighting darkened so only the licking candle flames sent
shimmering light around the walls. My tummy was turning
somersaults.

I let her guide me to the table.

“You are beyond my wildest dreams Sammi,” she whispered in my
ear. I could smell her perfume. I felt oddly giddy. My knees had
become rubber. I leaned against her for support. My eyes closed
and I felt her lips on mine.

She kissed me gently. I was vaguely aware of her twisting me
about so that she could put her arms around me and hold me
tighter.

My mouth fell open and received her tongue. I could hear moaning
and it was a moment before I realised that it was me.

I wanted to break free but as I attempted to push away she held
me even more tightly. I totally submitted to her passionate
kiss. It felt so good to turn someone on like this. I felt so
aroused.

Her tongue slipped around my lips and own tongue. And I just let
her do it.

Someone said, “Oh fuck, me fuck me. Please. Please.”

I found myself on my knees drunk with lust kissing her leather
trousers.

She laughed and pulled my up to me heels. “We eat first.”

I had never been in so much need before. Obviously whenever I
have been aroused in the past I simply masturbated. Now I could
not touch my member until she released it. She seemed all
powerful, wholly irresistible, my love God.

She sat me in a chair and I reluctantly let her release me,
squeezing my legs beneath the table and watched my lover take
her place at the head of the table.

“Please Miss Veronica I…”

She held up a hand and laughed knowingly. “All in good time.
Tonight you will have experiences you have never dreamed of. You
will never forget them.”

Suzi served the meal but it went by in a blur. Besides, being
tortured by a constricting basque, made it impossible to do
anything other than nibble at my food.

After the meal she led me – and I do mean led, I tottered on my
heels with her helping me balance, to a sofa.

“Too much wine?” she asked me.

“No, too much you,” I replied breathlessly.,

She liked that.

She laid me on the sofa, cuddling up to me.

I put my arms about her neck and felt her entwine me. Her one
leather clad leg forced it self between my stocking clad thighs
with me just letting it all happen.

We kissed and I disappeared back into cloud nine.

She kissed my neck, my arms, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes. And I
let her.

I was soon squirming beneath her.

In the candle light I half opened my eyes to see her smiling
down at me. How could I have ever been afraid of her or even
hated her. I loved her. I wanted her. “Please fuck me Miss
Veronica.”

“Lets get this dress off you.”

I sat up so that she could unzip it and pull it off my body.

I felt a chill fall over my exposed flesh especially between the
basque and the stocking tops. But she gently laid my half naked
body back on the couch to continue her seduction. I was now in
turmoil. I was so hot. I was more aroused than I could believe
was possible. She slipped off my knickers, dragging them
sensuously down my legs until they were pulled off my heels.

The chastity belt would be next. From some far away land I
recalled something I had to do when she removed it but my head
was swirling with sensations and I could no longer think
clearly.

I felt her move around me. I heard a zip and the squeak of
leather being pulled off.

I opened my eyes with a lazy smile, my arms submissively about
my head. “Take me, take me, I am yours.”

I felt her hands on my hips turning me on my side. I flopped
like a rag doll into the position she put me. Something cold and
jelly like was smeared between my buttocks. I felt a probing
finger. It felt so good. My hips went into automatic pilot and
pushed back at the invading finger. They settled into a gentle
rhythm, pushing back and fore at the finger until it pressed
itself inside.

I murmured in pleasure.

She then turned me to my back and my legs fell apart.

I heard an odd buckling sound and opened my eyes. I looked up at
a terrifying vision.

She grinned that awful sadistic smile of hers. “Just relax and
leave everything to me.”

She was wearing a black basque similar to mine. No stockings
around her muscular legs. But what I saw between her legs
horrified me.

She was wearing a strap on dildo. Black to match her outfit.

“Eh!” I sat up straight. Suddenly stone cold sober. It was as if
I had been plunged into freezing cold water.

“Just lay down lover and I will sort you out.” She closed her
eyes high on some deviant sexual plane.

Sort me out! The romance disappeared in a flash. I screamed. I
rolled out from beneath her hauling my knickers back on. I was
desperate for any protection against that marauding member that
waggled at me.

I ran back to the table. My bottom cheeks felt cold and sloppy
with whatever foul lubricant she had rubbed over them.

It was a moment before she realised that I had escaped. She gave
chase.

Obviously in my heels I could only mince around in short steps.
But the sight of her waggling dildo urged me onto Olympic
speeds.

As she came round one side of the table, her grin widening, I
would dance to the other side. She was enjoying the challenge!

It was like a Charlie Chaplin movie.

Then I made my break for the dinning room door. I opened them
with her only a metre behind me.

I slammed them shut in her face finding a key in the hole. “Oh
thank you thank you,” I shouted as I turned it.

I saw the handle judder angrily as she desperately tried to open
the door.

“I won’t hurt you my dear,” I heard her call. “I was only
playing. Nothing will happen. Just unlock the door so I can
explain.”

“No Way,” I shouted back.

“Open the door you fucking whore of a bitch before I smash it
down and use the wood to beat your fat arse!”

I heard her running from the door. Oh no. There was a door to
the kitchens. I remembered Suzi coming through it to serve us.

I needed to escape. Suzi had said the front door was the best
bet. I dashed in my heels with short strides to the front door.
I had to escape. I may have been clad in sexy underwear but if
I failed to make the best of this opportunity who knows what
devilish designs she would have on my person.

The front door was locked. I wrestled with the handles. Oh no.
Oh no.

A door slammed behind me across the hallway. I turned in horror
to see Miss Veronica prowling towards me shaking a leather whip.
“Got you now my dear!” Her dildo seemed to be pointing her way
to me as she approached.

I leaned up against the cold front door. “Please no!”

“Oh yes!” Miss Veronica was back to her cruel self.

Suddenly the door behind me pushed open sending me flying into
the room towards my tormentor.

I turned around to see George and Helen, my wife, enter. I
screamed in dismay and tried desperately to cover myself. I did
not want my wife to see me with another woman dressed like this.

Helen stood statue like in the hallway her mouth hanging open as
she took in Veronica and me.

I glanced back to Veronica to see that she was trying to hide
the whip behind her back. Her actions brought more attention to
it as the whip swung around her head like a car aerial.

I looked back at my wife. What would she make of this?

It was George who spoke first, “sorry dear but Helen just could
not sleep in her own house.”

“Please come in,” Miss Veronica said wiping the sweat from her
brow with a shaking hand.

She was acting as if this was a perfectly normal scene. Two
women in their underwear, one with a whip in her hand, chasing
each other about the house.

George closed the door and had the good manners to appear
embarrassed.

“I am sorry,” Helen said eyeing me up and down, “but .. aren’t
you that new girl in the office?”

I nodded yes.

Helen looked knowingly at Veronica and raised an eyebrow.
“Taking advantage of the staff again?”

George ushered Helen in through the hall, “Helen asked if she
could stay the night.”

Veronica brought the whip to her front, “you know I had plans
for tonight!” She nodded in my direction.

I smiled timidly at Helen she simply looked away with a knowing
smile.

“I am sorry Veronica,” Helen started, “but I am afraid that my
so called husband Lesley has run off with another woman!”

“Never!” I exclaimed.

Veronica tapped the whip handle against my knickers clad bottom,
“be quiet dear when the adults are talking.”

Really!

Helen shook her head, “I would never have thought it either. But
I have rung all his relatives and none have died recently. He
had told me that he had to leave for a few days because an aunt
had died! The only possible reason to lie like that is that he
is with another woman.”

Veronica put her arm about me, “could be.”

I shook her off. “Please Miss Helen perhaps you are jumping to
conclusions and ..”

Veronica’s hand squeezed my already constricted waist making me
gasp and preventing me from continuing.

Helen smiled at me. “I know you are trying to be sweet. Which is
very kind of you after the beating I gave you earlier, but I am
afraid that there can be no other explanation. Now if you will
point me at a spare bedroom,” she looked dagger eyed at George,
“with a single bed! I will retire and leave you two to get up to
your fun and frolics.”

Oh she looked so sad. I wanted to reach out and cuddle her.

2.

Two hours later I sat sleepy eyed in an armchair in Veronica’s
bedroom. She lay in the bed with the sheets pulled back inviting
me to join her. “You must be freezing out there. Come to bed my
sweet and let me warm you up.”

I looked at the inviting warm bed and knew that my weak body was
desperate to give in. “No,” I said bravely. “I would rather
freeze out here than let you take advantage of me in there.”

“Come on you silly tart, you’ll love it.”

I saw the shape beneath the sheets, a phallic image pointing to
the ceiling and shivered.

“Please just release me. Let me go to my wife Helen.”

“You can hardly go to her now can you. Now that she thinks we
are lovers.”

I pouted. That was true. How could I reveal myself to her when
she already thought that I was off with another woman? If I told
Helen what had happened she would think that Veronica had
already seduced me. My head span. It was such a mess and it was
so late.

There was no other way out. The only way to reunite myself with
Helen was to lose this chastity belt. “Ok Miss Veronica you
may,” I swallowed, “have me.” Her face beamed. “But only if you
release me first.”

“Deal!”

She leapt out of bed and raced to a set of drawers.

She was wearing a lacy black teddy that really worked wonders on
her figure. If it was not for the dreadful frightening appendage
at her groin she would have been every mans fantasy.

She dragged open a drawer and pulled out a small key. Such a
tiny piece of metal had kept me imprisoned and helpless for so
long.

She jumped into bed and lowed the lights with the bedside
dimmer. “Right you wonderful slut fulfil my dream of seducing a
virgin boy-girl.

I reluctantly made my way to the bed clenching my buttock
tightly together.

I tentatively climbed in beside her as she opened a jar and ran
her two fingers about in a sort of jelly.

She held up her oiled fingers triumphantly. “Right on your tummy
you gorgeous creature.”

I swallowed and rolled onto my tummy, my bottom vulnerably
wriggling at her. I would endure any torture to get back my
wonderful wife.

It didn’t quite work out like that.

3.

The next morning aching and sore down below I dressed in a short
powder blue dress. My member still encased in its chastity belt.

As super efficient and clever as Miss Veronica thinks herself
she had stupidly pulled out the wrong key. After she had finally
entered me, (with me humiliatingly on all fours, squealing like
a pig!), she reached under for the lock and exclaimed that ‘this
key doesn’t fit. Oh silly me this is the key for my jewellery
box.”

Of course by then she was too far gone to withdraw and oddly my
body betrayed me terribly by responding to her thrusts with
little accepting movement of it’s own.

I even had a long feminine orgasm as she hit some spot inside
me.

She screamed a triumphant ‘yes’ as I came and rolled over and
fell asleep!

With my aching soppy bum I was left trying to shake her awake.
She had forgotten to release me. But no amount of shaking would
awaken her.

I fell asleep with the chastity belt very much still in place!

4.

So the next morning found me sitting on my sore bottom trying to
cheer up Helen at the breakfast table. Suzi served us
efficiently, it had been she who had shown me the pretty little
blue dress.

George and Veronica appeared an hour after us. Both looked
shattered but strangely pleased with themselves. They gave each
other a high five. What was that about? I saw that Helen blushed
pink at George’s childish behaviour. I rolled my eyes at Helen
and she did the same back to me.

Even as a girl I got on with my wife!

Veronica joined us with a coffee, “listen if you two are ready
why not go on ahead to the office. George and I have a few
things we want to sort out before we go in.”

George grinned.

To be honest I was pleased to get away from them and sat quite
happily in the back of the car with Helen.

“Cheer up,” I said to her. “I have a feeling that your husband
will be home with you before you know it. And I bet he has not
been unfaithful!”

“No he hasn’t,” she sad despairingly, emphasising the he. “I
wish I could say the same.”

I patted her trousers. “Silly you! You can say the same. Say: he
has not been unfaithful!”

She patted my stocking thigh and laughed, “oh I wish I could be
an airhead like you office girls. I am sure you have far less
worries than people who think.”

I wish I could tell her how stupid Veronica had been the
previous night in getting out the wrong key. Wait a minute! I
sat up in the back of the car and crossed my legs. She could
have released me this morning! I was so caught up in my concern
about Helen that I had completely forgotten about the key!

Wait until I confront Miss Veronica when she finally gets in to
the office! I will tell her how stupid she has been. She will
see that I am not an airhead at all.

5.

However as soon as I got in I saw that my plans would have to
wait. Tracey grabbed my arm and led me upstairs in a flap.
“Mister Brown is very cross so watch what you say!”

I clip clopped up the stairs after her. Tracey handed me my
humbling ‘Samantha At You Service’ badge. I dutifully pinned it
to my dress over my left breast.

“Mister Brown? Oh he’s horrible!” I said recalling how he had
embarrassed me so much in the corridor the previous day.

“Well he can be. His secretary, Charlotte, is ill. He
desperately needs us to type up his sales report. It is very
easy, just don’t make any mistakes.”

We reached Mister Brown’s office to find him in shirt sleeves
going through some typed reports. He looked thunderously angry.
I stood behind Tracey.

He looked up as we closed the door. “About time.” He saw me and
smiled. “Sammi! I knew I’d get my hands on you sooner or later!”

Oh dear! I tugged at my short hemline trying to reassure myself
with the fact that at least he had cheered up when he saw me.

We were soon sat before two computers in his outer office. He
called up his rough reports, which we were supposed to make look
professional. It would have been easier to concentrate if he
kept from putting his arm around my exposed shoulders!

I kept my thighs tight together as the short dress rode up. It
was as if it had a life of it’s own every time I wriggled on the
seat.

“There you are girls. Now any questions please come and see me,”
he lifted up my chin, “in my office. Ok Sammi?”

“Yes mister Brown,” we chorused.

I was relieved when he finally disappeared and we could get on
with our work.

I heard Tracey groan.

I asked her what the problem was.

“He hasn’t done the figures and I am hopeless with maths.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “There should be a calculator on the
computer.

“True,” she replied striking at the keys in a haphazard manner.
“It must be somewhere,” she grimaced. “Why do they make
computers so complicated? Only managers can use them!”

Her scream could be heard all over the office. “Oh my God!” she
exclaimed as her hands came up to her face.

Mister Brown was with us in seconds. “What the hell is going
on?”

Tracey rose from her chair and backed away from him, “oh please
sir, please don’t be angry.”

I held my breath for her. She was close to tears.

“What is it girl,” he said in a low menacing tone.

She pulled a face, “I just wiped the report!”

“What!”

It was like a bomb going off. I thought Tracey would feint with
fright. I knew I had to do something. After all she was my
friend and Mister Brown did like me. I stood up and put my hand
plaintively on his arm through his crisp white shirt and looked
up at him with my best cow like eyes. The sort of expression I
use on Helen if I want more house keeping money.

“Please Mister Brown,” I whined in a childish voice, “poor
Tracey was doing her best and …”

He smiled and stroked my cheek. “Oh you are a gorgeous piece of
arse. But you should not interrupt when an office girl is being
told off. I’ll let you off this time Sammi because you did have
good intentions. Say six swats on your arse? Is that ok?”

He smiled as if he was giving me a present.

“Oh … I …”

He patted my rump firmly. “Now don’t thank me Sammi, I just want
you to know that with well behaved girls like yourself I can be
a joy to work for.”

“Er yes … Thank you Mister Brown.” I sat down in shock. Six
swats and I am thanking him? It was like he was giving me a nice
present.

He took hold of Tracey by her ear. “As for you, you stupid
bitch, Kitten Time!”

“Oh please Mister Brown it was an accident I will never ….”

The door closed behind them and apart from a few sobs all went
quiet in his office.

How could I work wondering what was going on in there? I shifted
around on my seat pulling my heels beneath my secretary’s chair.

I needed to know. What was this dreadful Kitten punishment?

I worked Mister Brown’s notes into sensible sentences but my
eyes were fixed on his door. Oddly there were no shrieks or
squeals from her. So she could not be being beaten – could she?
Or could she be gagged. Yuk. That would be horrible. Gagged and
spanked by a powerful manager.

The door opened and I immediately busied myself with the report.
Mister Brown threw a floppy disc onto my desk. “That’s as much
of Tracey’s work as I could recover. I am afraid I will have to
rely on you to do a little more work. Sorry Luscious.”

“That’s ok Mister Brown,” I glanced passed him at the open door.
I could only see his desk and filing cabinets. Like the other
managers offices it was pretty big. There was no sign of her.

“You doing anything lunchtime babe?”

I was still glancing into his office. “Eh? Sorry?”

He sat on the desk next to me. “Concentrating on your work eh?
Good girl. I could really use a girl like you in here. You’re
not as stupid as the other blonds are you?”

What could I say? I giggled, flattered by his words. “Oh I don’t
know Mister Brown.”

“I can see you are a girl who has got everything. Brains and
looks.”

I felt myself blushing. I wish he wouldn’t say things like that.
“Thank you mister Brown but perhaps I should get this report
finished for you?”

“Good thinking babes and then we’ll get a drink in a wine bar
lunch time. How’s that?”

“Oh no!”

My exclamation surprised him. His face soured. His dark eyes
glared.

“You don’t think you’re too good for me do you tramp?”

Tramp! Where was the nice Mister Brown? “Oh no Mister Brown no.
Its just that I have to see Miss Veronica lunch time.”

He nodded and relaxed. “Ok it will have to be after work then.”
Then he disappeared into his office.

Fat chance. I would not be seeing him anytime! Though he was
very sweet to me.

Another half an hour went by. I desperately needed to know what
was happening in there. Suddenly I had a plan.

I tapped on his door.

“Come in.”

I stroked down my dress around my hips and entered. I smiled as
sweetly as I could.

“Please Mister Brown may I make you a coffee?”

I looked around. The office was empty! She was nowhere to be
seen.

“Wow. Just what I need! You’re a real asset.”

“Thank you Mister Brown.” It was a pleasant thrill when he
complimented me so much. I made a big issue about looking around
his room. “Er, what about Tracey? Shall I get something for her
too?”

He nodded and laughed. “Great idea! How about a saucer of milk
for the kitten. Just in case she has had too much cream?”

He thought this was hilarious so I giggled along with him as if
I understood the joke.

The coffee room only had one girl in it, Katie, whom I had met
yesterday.

“Oh don’t they drive you to distraction?” She asked prancing
about on her heels. “Fetch me this, fetch me that. Two sugars
for me, no milk for him. It never stops.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

She picked up her tray and quickly fled. Obviously she had a
fearsome manager – unlike I. Mister Brown and I had obviously
struck up a close working relationship. It could be worse. In
fact it was quite nice working for a man who appreciated you and
said sweet things.

I made two cups of coffee and took a saucer out of the cupboard.
A saucer of milk he had said. For the kitten. Was he teasing?
Must have been. I put the saucer back. But there again he had
asked for it. I took down the saucer and put some milk into it.
It was better to look stupid than get an even bigger spanking
for being disobedient.

I carefully carried the tray back to his office. I knocked the
door and after being invited in, entered.

He thought the saucer was very funny. “Babes you and I are
really hitting it off.”

“Thank you Mister Brown.”

I looked all around the office but there was still no sign of
Tracey. Where the hell could she be?

I settled the tray on his huge desk.

“Say babes why don’t we get your swats over and done with now.
No sense in making you wait is there?”

“Please mister Brown perhaps if I do good work on your report
you might let me off.”

He eased his executive chair back from the desk and patted his
lap. “Sure babes. A fat lot of respect I’d get then eh? Come on.
This will hurt me far more than it will hurt you.”

Another of his jokes that I dutifully laughed at.

There was no point in waiting. I eased myself over his trousers
in the usual humiliating position we office girls often found
ourselves.

“The best arse in the company!” he announced patting my bottom.

“Thank you Mister Brown,” I replied dreading the degrading
spanking to come.

Then I screamed.

“What’s the matter babe?” he asked, sounding concerned. “I
haven’t touched you.”

“No Mister Brown. Sorry Mister Brown. It is just that I have
just seen Tracey.”

He chuckled. “First time you have seen a Kitten punishment?”

“Er yes Mister brown.”

He raised the back of my dress as I locked eyes with Tracey.

She was kneeling in the hollow beneath his huge desk where his
legs would go. Her wrists were secured at arms length to the
front of the desk making her kneel forward in a half crucified
position.

She looked very sorry for herself.

“Ouch,” I squealed. He had not pulled my knickers down. “Ouch!”
I should be grateful for small mercies. It would be far worse on
my naked cheeks. Mister Brown was quite kind really. At least to
me.

Tracey shrugged. I could see that she had been crying.

“Oooh!” That was a hard one. I mouthed ‘are you all right’ to
her.

She checked to see if Mister Brown was concentrating on me
rather than looking at her and replied with a little nod.

“Oh!” Now his slaps were stinging. I was beginning to wonder if
my bottom had always been sore.

But it could have been worse. I would far rather be spanked than
be secured like Tracey. On your knees, hands splayed helplessly
wide. Then when Mister Brown rolls his chair back under the desk
think where your mouth would be. Right in his lap. Yuk!

“Ooooh.” Another really hard slap. “Yowl!”

“Up you get babes.”

I stood up on my heels pulling down the short blue dress. I took
a last look at Tracey as you could not really see her when you
were stood up. I offered her a supportive smile.

With horror I saw that Mister Brown had a big lump in his
trousers. Poor Tracey. When he sat up next to the desk she would
have that bulge right next to her face!”

“You are really a brave girl Sammi.”

“Thank you Mister brown,” I wriggled a bit not wanting to rub my
bottom in front of him.

He pushed his chair under the desk and his hands went down into
his lap. I could hear a zip being undone. This was followed by
fumbling, and then a slurping sound.

I screamed as I grasped what he was doing

He sat back and closed his eyes. “Don’t worry babe just giving
the kitten some cream. If you like you can sit here and she can
lick you until you cream.”

“Oh that’s horrible!”

He looked up at me shocked, his hips moving in his seat. “No
babes. You’ll love it. All the lady managers around here love it
when an office girl is being given the Kitten punishment.”

All? Including my Helen? Did she have girls with their tongues
in her … Ooooh! She had betrayed me! Though not with a man.

“I know what you’re worried about!” he pushed his chair back
from Tracey, folding his cock away. In the brief moment I saw it
I was staggered by its size.

“Oh?” I asked innocently. How could he know?

“Your worried that I may have spent myself with this slut down
here before our date tonight.”

Yuk! But this was a way of saving Tracey. “Yes Mister Brown.” I
sat sassily on his desk, crossing my legs and arching my back.
“Think about tonight!” He had not come! I had saved my new
friend Tracey.

I didn’t have time to scream. He had stood, grabbed me and held
me for a kiss in one solid swift motion.

I kicked my heels that were now off the floor as his tongue was
forced into my mouth.

I hit his hard back but it was like striking concrete. He
obviously works out.

The door burst open.

“Hey Daniel I hear you have a kitten …”

Mister Brown put me down onto my heels but my legs could barely
hold me they had turned to jelly. I turned in his arms to see
three male managers in the doorway.

One of them grinned. “Sorry Daniel. I can see you’re busy.”

He kept his arm around me as he led me around the desk. “No
boys. The kitten is under the desk and she has not been fed
yet.” He looked at me, “I was a little too distracted. So why
not get in there and get busy while Sammi and I have an early
lunch.”

The man laughed and gave him one of those silly man to man
punches to the shoulder. “You to go for it Danny my son. My
office will be free for a while.” He looked down at the helpless
Tracey and grinned. “I haven’t had a kitten since last week.”

The other men pushed past. “After me!”

Mister Brown whisked me out of his office and closed the door
while the boys battled it out over poor Tracey. “Isn’t that
fortunate,” Mister Brown exclaimed, “I know Tracey, she’ll keep
them busy for ages.”

He grabbed me hard through my thin dress and once again I
impotently struggled.

“Please Mister Brown, not here …hmmph …”

How could a tongue push its way into my mouth so easily!

“Uh-uhm.”

A sound of someone clearing their throat brought Mister Brown
back to the surface he looked at the door to the corridor in
which Miss Helen, my wife, now stood.

Thank God for her. She smiled. “Sorry to interfere with your fun
and games Mister Brown but I would like a little word with your
lunch date before you devour her.”

Mister Brown released me and adjusted his tie. “Sure, Helen just
get her back as soon as you can.”

A loud male orgasm bellowed from his office. Obviously Tracey
was being fed. Poor girl.

“On second thought,” Mister Brown said. “You take your time I
have a few things to take care of in my own office.”

Helen laughed. “Don’t worry I know you have a kitten. Everyone
in the building knows by now!”

Mister Brown laughed modestly. “If you want a share then please
call up later.”

“I’ll remember that,” Helen smiled sweetly, “that’s very good of
you. Right come on Samantha we have things to talk about.”

I was so relieved. “Yes Miss Helen.”

I got a good smack on my backside from Mister Brown as I left
but at least I was escaping this frightening circus. I heard
Mister Brown’s office door close behind me and felt a shiver of
reprieve. “Oh thank you Miss Helen.”

Miss Helen, I mean Helen’s face suddenly darkened. “You won’t be
thanking me for long you little tramp. Miss Veronica tells me
that you know where my Lesley is!”

“Oh!”

She raised my chin. “If so why have you not told me? Now get
down to my office double quick. There is a crop waiting for your
slutty arse!”

Oh no!

6.

I couldn’t help it. I just cried.

We were standing in Helen’s huge office. She was sitting on her
desk the crop chopping the air.

I stood before her, hands behind back, weeping in fear.

“So what did she mean? She said that you knew where Leslie was.
Have you run off with him?”

“No, no, no! Miss Helen. Why did she say those things to you. I
don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to understand, but for your information I gave
her a piece of my mind about having her husband, George seducing
me when I was at a low ebb. I added that an innocent little
creature like yourself should be left out of their games. She
laughed and said that you were far from innocent and that
everything is your fault. She told me to ask you where Leslie
is!”

“Oh please Miss Helen I can’t tell you.”

She nods calmly and stands. She shifts her executive chair back
from the desk and calls me over. I dutifully apply.

“Kneel down under the desk please.”

I go to kneel then remember Tracey upstairs. “Oh no please Miss
Helen.”

“Would you like me to call a few men in to help you get down
there?”

“No thank you Miss Helen,” I mutter sinking to my knees. I can
feel the carpet through my stockings and my heels against my
bottom.

“Right under.”

“Oh no.” I squirm backwards the bristling carpet rubbing my
knees. I look up at her feeling like a dog in a kennel.

Hold out your right hand.

I comply, “please Miss Helen. Please. I can’t tell you. You must
trust me.”

“No one trusts airheads like you unless you are well and truly
under the thumb. Otherwise there is nothing but mischief.”

She holds my hand at arms length against the front of the desk.
I feel a short leather belt encompass my wrist before it is
secured.

“Other one.”

I cannot do it. I am too terrified. I don’t want to be helpless
like Tracey. I hold it behind my back. “Please Miss Helen.”

“Shall I get some help?” She asks patiently.

I shake my head, my blond wig tumbling about my face as I offer
my free hand to her.

Already I can feel what its like to helpless as she buckles that
to the front of the desk. My hair is gathered over my face and
I cannot use my hands to mop it away. I shake my head and most
of it clears. It is awful to lose the use of your hands.

I am in the crucified position in a short dress on my knees
before my wife. I will remain there until someone releases me.

She sits in her chair and puts the crop under my chin forcing me
to look up at her. “Now I know that you sluts like nothing
better than to suck men off but let me assure you that after an
hour or so it soon loses its appeal. I have seen the trashiest
of tarts begging to be released because they cannot drink any
more cream. I have had sluts beneath me licking until their
tongues were sore.”

“Please Miss Helen.” More tears came. I could no longer maintain
my courage. “Alright. I am Leslie. It is me.”

She smiles then the smile gives way to shock. She uses the crop
to hoist my chin up higher. “I thought you looked alike! I just
never thought that ….”

She rises and paces the room. “So you were in Veronica’s house
when George seduced me!”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“And you just let it happen!”

I shuffled my thighs but in this position you can’t move much at
all. “Please Helen I was too scared … it was Veronica’s idea!”

She sat down again trying to get a grip on what I was saying.
“How was it her idea?”

“She disguised me so that I could …. Could …”

“Could what!” Helen glared at me.

“Oh, well. Oh please Helen I was just scared that you were being
unfaithful to me and I needed to see for myself that you were
still mine.”

The crop sliced my thigh and I squealed. On my knees with my
hands pinioned I am unable to move out of its vicious path.

“I keep you in the lap of luxury, the laziest no good house
husband in the world and you betray me?”

Another slice. I shrieked.

“Oh, oh please. I just needed to know. I was so worried and so
jealous.”

“So I end up betraying you with George simply because you feared
I might betray you!”

“Its all my fault,” I sniff.

“Too damn right it is. Dancing around Veronica’s house in
lingerie with her trying to catch you. Wiggling around here to
ensnare the men. Throwing yourself into the arms of Mister Brown
upstairs …”

“No please you must understand …”

Whack.

“Ouch”.

“Being chased around by Veronica with a strap on!”

“Please Helen …I …”

Whack.

“Ouch.”

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“But Helen you assumed I had betrayed you when you didn’t know
where I was. Isn’t it the same thing?”

She sat back and crossed her legs. Finally she nodded.

She stood up. “Right. I am going to ask Veronica and George for
their side of the story. If it tallies maybe you will be
forgiven.”

“Oh thank you Helen, thank you.”

“You can stay tied up in Kitten punishment until I get back.”

“Yes Helen quite right.”

“And it’s Miss Helen when we are at work don’t you think?”

“Oh indeed Miss Helen. Thank you Miss Helen.”

I heard the door close as she left.

I felt so relieved. I shook my hair back from my face and rested
on my heels. I pulled at my bound wrists but they were not for
moving. I settled down to wait for her return. I guessed that it
could take quiet a while for her to hear George and then
Veronica tell their side of the story so I tried to get
comfortable on my knees.

That was why I was surprised when the door opened and I heard
footsteps so soon after she had left. They must have put her
straight immediately. At least I was about to be released.

“Miss Helen?” I called.

I heard a grunt and then the footsteps came around the desk
towards me. A mans shoes were before me. I looked up the legs,
knowing long before I got to the shirt over the hunky chest and
the tie whose face I would see staring with disbelieving mirth
down at me.

“Sammi you are in Kitten position!”

“Yes Mister Brown but its all a mistake and …”

Thankfully he ran off. I heard the door close and I exhaled a
loud sigh.

With the door closed, the footsteps returned and he planted
himself in Helen’s executive chair.

“Got to be quick babe or else she’ll be back.” He unzipped his
fly. “Some managers get really jealous about sharing their
kittens.

He pulled out his huge member.

I opened my mouth to scream.

That was a mistake.

7.

Helen returned a long time later. She released me immediately.
I surreptitiously wiped my chin with my numb but free hands.

“It seems that you have been telling the truth.” She helped me
rise and held me tightly. “You did it because you loved me and
feared losing me. I was the same. When I couldn’t find you I
feared that someone had taken you. We are both the same. Too
madly in love with each other to value what we truly have.”

We put our arms around each other and cried. Or at least I did,
Helen never cries.

I let her hold me and suddenly looked up at her with a start,
“wait, wait,” I sniffed. “The key! The key!”

Helen smiled and raised her hand. Between her finger and thump
was a key ring with two small keys.

I cuddled her again. “Oh thank you thank you!”

I kissed her all over her face like a faithful puppy. “You are
so good to me.”

I reached up for the keys but she snatched them away so that
they were hidden in her hand. “Perhaps I had better keep this.
You wouldn’t want to lose the keys now would you. You know how
hopeless you are with keys.”

“No,” I sniffed. “But I could really do with some, er, relief
right now Helen.”

“Miss Helen at work if you don’t mind. And you will be Sammi
while you are working here.”

“But I thought, that …” my words trailed away.

Helen walked around me dropping the keys into her bag. “You
signed a contract with me yesterday, remember? You must work a
month’s notice before you can leave. But I think that it would
be better if you remain here working part time don’t you?”

“Er ….”

“That way I can keep an eye on you in the morning,” she smiled,
“and you can keep an eye on me. In the afternoon you can carry
out your domestic chores at home.” She walked towards the door,
“no one need know that you are anyone other than ‘Samantha, At
You Service’.” She indicated my badge. “Do they?”

She held the door open for me and I moved uncertainly towards
it. “I suppose not. But please Helen, er, Miss Helen these heels
are very uncomfortable and the dress makes me feel silly and
vulnerable.”

“Nonsense. If it is good enough for the other girls then it is
good enough for you.”

I was beside her now. She was wonderfully confident and in
control. I loved her when she was like this. I felt so safe.
“Yes of course Miss Helen. But they are, you know, er,” I
wrinkled my nose.

“They are what Sammi?”

“You know, a bit sort of easy.” She didn’t catch my meaning so
I whispered, “the girls here are a bit sluttish. That’s why they
wear short skirts and heels.”

She raised her eyebrow and smiled. “Last night you were playing
hard to get with Miss Veronica and today you were throwing
yourself at mister Brown upstairs. I hardly think you are in a
position to say anything about the other girls.”

“Ah yes, but that was different because ..”

She patted my bottom. “Tell me all about it tonight after you
have made dinner. I am sure it will be fascinating. And as I
have the keys I am certain that you will want to make a very
special meal for our getting back together. So run along I
believe you had some business with Mister Brown upstairs.” She
smiled and winked at me, “he is very impressed with you.”

I blushed crimson at the thought of Mister Brown and his
impression of me. Especially after what had taken place when he
found me under the desk in my Kitten position.

She patted me a little bit more firmly. “So chop, chop. Hurry
up. Lazy girls soon learn the consequences of their actions
around here!”

Then the door closed and I was back in the corridor. A girl
dashed past carrying some files. She tripped along on her heels
so quickly she almost collided with a girl carrying a tray of
used coffee cups. They rolled their eyes at each other but did
not have time to stop for a chinwag about how insufferable the
managers were.

I certainly wasn’t going to spend my life running around at the
beck and call of these horrible, egotistical managers for the
rest of my life. But I would wait until after Helen had released
me tonight before I explained the situation to her.

Even if I am very good at being a secretary.

I smiled to myself at the realisation that finally in life I
have found something I am a natural at! And even Mister Brown
thinks I would make a great secretary for him.

I thought of Mister Brown in his shirt this afternoon. He seemed
so hunky and masculine. And he could be very sweet in his own
way. He was very nice to me – except when he over-stepped the
mark this afternoon. But then again he did think I was in for
Kitten punishment so it wasn’t wholly his fault. And he was very
grateful to me after he had finished using my mouth. He said I
was the best, though that might have been because I was trying
to push him out. Or perhaps he said that to all the girls.

“Girl! Have you got all day to day dream?”

It was a manager with silver hair and angry blue eyes. He was
about to enter an office opposite Helen’s when he had seen me.

I shook my head and instinctively turned my sore bottom to face
the wall, away from his large hands.

“Then run along and find something before I find something for
you!”

“Yes sir!” I walked away putting a bit of a wriggle in my hips,
just to keep his eyes on me. I smiled at the thought of him
admiring me. Perhaps this was a lot more exciting than doing the
ironing and watching daytime tv! I decided to give it a go for
a while; just to see how I got on. I’ll take Mister Brown up a
nice cup of hot coffee with cream and a few biscuits. He’ll
appreciate that.

End

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