The Secretary's Mistake

It had been a long busy day. The secretary had worked diligently to complete an important document for her boss by the close of business. She was wearily gathering her things, and preparing to leave when her boss asked her to step into his office for a moment.

She had always found him attractive which made her slightly nervous in his presence. Today was even worse as he was dressed for his business engagement later that evening...starched white shirt, blue tie, black suspenders, dress pants. She nearly swooned each time she went into his office today.

As soon as she stepped over the threshold to his office, he slapped her completed report down on his desk and asked,

"Do you know what this is, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Yes, sir. It is your report I just finished for you this afternoon," she replied, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"This, Mrs. Sparks, is a piece of crap! This is the worst excuse for accuracy I have ever seen," he bellowed.

"I, I'm s-s-sorry, Sir", she stammered, on the verge of tears.

She reached for the report, promising, "I'll take it to my desk and correct it right now."

"Mrs. Sparks, this report is so full of errors and mistakes, you can't possibly correct it by the time I am to present it to the investors at 8 o'clock tonight. The way I see it, you have two options....."

She waited expectantly for her two choices.

"You may either stay late every night for the next week correcting the report for the meeting I will now have to reschedule. I doubt your husband will like that very much, now will he, Mrs. Sparks?"

She slowly shook her head no, feeling a bit apprehensive.

"Or.....you can stay late tonight and take your punishment like the good little girl I know you are."

She stood staring at him, his meaning slowly dawning on her.

"Well, Mrs. Sparks, which is it going to be?"

She paused a moment before slowly turning to close and lock his door.

"That's a good girl. I knew you would make the right choice for yourself."

"Come here and stand in front of me," he directed.

She complied obediently.

He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, underneath her skirt as she stood there. She could see a bulge forming in his pants. She tried not to notice. She tried not to think about anything right at this moment.

He took her hand and gently tugged at her while patting his lap.

"Go on, Mrs. Sparks, you know what you need to do."

She meekly laid herself across his lap. Let out a small gasp, when he lifted her skirt and pulled her white, satin panties down around her knees.

"Such a sweet little ass," he murmured as he rubbed.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy on his desk. Then felt the sharp sting of the ruler he had removed from it.

"Such a shame you require such discipline, Mrs. Sparks."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, yes," she replied softly. Alarmed that she felt herself growing a little wet with each sting of the ruler.

Without warning, his hand slapped down on her. She jumped and cried out.

He continued to slap, over and over, harder and harder until she was squirming around on his lap, his erection poking into her middle.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, I'll work harder. I'll do better, I promise, Sir."

"I know you will, dear. I'm going to see to that." he cooed as he gently rubbed her bright red ass before pulling her panties back up.

'Why don't you start by getting under my desk, and showing me what a good worker you are, sweetheart."

She crawled under his desk, and waited for her instructions.

"Take your blouse off for me, dear," he whispered softly.

She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, her hands shaking a little, her pussy disturbingly wet.

When she had removed the blouse, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Come here," he beckoned as he pulled her up to her knees in front of him.

He kissed her softly as he reached around her, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

He took her pink, hard nipples between his fingers and twisted viciously. She gasped, arched her back, and felt a gush of wetness between her legs even as he hissed,

"That's just a reminder of why you're here, dear. You are here because you are such an incompetent slut."

With that, he stood up and shoved her back under the desk, her head banging painfully against it.

She watched as he pulled down his black suspenders, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and sat back down in the chair.

His cock stood large and throbbing, as he beckoned her,

"Come here and show me what good work you do, angel"

She cautiously crept from under the desk, to take him in her mouth.

He groaned as her lips wrapped around him. She slowly worked his full length to the back of her throat, relaxing her throat as she had taught herself to do to accommodate his large cock. Her head began to bob up and down as her tongue circled his shaft. She could taste his excitement as it oozed from the tip of his cock which caused a throbbing pleasure to build between her legs. She looked up at him, wanting to enjoy the expression of pleasure her work must surely be causing on his face, only to have him roughly slap her face, barking,

"Keep your eyes down, whore. Focus on your work."

She sucked faster and harder, her hands twisting up and down his wet member. He thrust his hips at her, her hand banging against the desktop as he did so, urging his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until he released with a loud groan, his hot load spilling down the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, silently noting the wetness that was now drenching her panties and seeping down the insides of her thighs.

"Stand up, dear. I'm not quite through with your lesson today."

She did as she was told. Bent over his desk as she was directed, and laid there, head down, awaiting her next instructions as he opened his desk drawer, searching for something.

She soon felt him him bent down at her feet, the warmth of his lips on her leg kissing her ankle, before driving her legs apart. She felt her heart skip a beat as he quickly wrapped restraints around each ankle and secured her spread legs to the desk.

He walked around to the front of the desk, handcuffs dangling in his hands.

She lifted her head now, "Sir, please, no. I'll work late all next week; I'll work late for the next month. Please, Sir, don't do this."

"You made your choice earlier, Mrs. Sparks. There is no going back now. We must finish your instruction. It really is for the best, you'll see."

With a sigh, and deep resignation, she offered her wrists to him, which he cuffed in front of her.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. From this vantage point he could best observe her helpless form.....legs spread and secured to each desk leg, hands manacled in front of her, satiny white ass staring at him.

"What is this, Mrs. Sparks? Are your panties wet?" he asked as he observed the wet stain between her legs, spreading down to each thigh.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, ashamed of her excitement.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy again, then felt a cold, steel object lightly being run over her panties. When her mind registered that this object was also sharp as he applied pressure to it, she realized with a start what it was....scissors.

She felt the scissors run down the inside of her thigh, ever so lightly brushing along her pussy lips.

"Sir, please, please, put those away. I'm frightened, Sir. Please put them away," she begged, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Don't worry, my angel. I won't hurt you...much," he whispered, as he ran the scissors down the outside of her thigh leaving the tiniest trail of blood. With that, he swiftly cut her panties from her body, as she lay panting on the desk.

She felt him walk around to stand in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up to look at them. The panties were rubbed against her face.

"Smell that. What do you smell, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Me," she answered softly.

"Yes, you. Aroused, wet, aching for a good fuck, isn't that right, Mrs. Sparks?"

She nodded her head.

His grip tightened on her hair.

"What's that? I can't hear you," he barked.

"Yes, sir. My panties smell wet."

"Why are you wet, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Because I want you, Sir. I want you to take me; I want you to teach me to be a good girl."

With that, he stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth, and let her head fall heavily back to the desk.

She lay there trembling and anxious. Her head started up when she heard a knock on the outside door.

He leaned over, pressed the weight of his body against hers and hissed,

"Not a sound or I'll let whoever that is come in here and fuck you senseless."

He zipped himself up, and left the room, leaving her alone and vulnerable to whatever he might wish to happen next. She felt cold, she felt ashamed, but her pussy betrayed her as it throbbed and twitched in anticipation of his next move.

She heard conversation at the front door, and after some time, he returned...alone.

"I offered him a taste of you," he whispered as he bent down in front of her, "but he said he doesn't fuck whores."

"Now let's see, where were we?" he mused as he returned behind her.

"Ah yes, I was about to fuck your pretty pussy," he growled as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her without warning.

"Teach....you....a....lesson," he grunted as he pounded her with all his might. Her body bounced up and down on the desk as he worked her over, her cries muffled by the sex soaked panties still stuffed in her mouth.

He reached around to rub her aching clit.

"Damn, you are such a wet little slut" he declared as he stroked her needy clit.

She felt her body giving way, giving in to the pleasure. Her hands clawed at the desk, she moaned deeply into her wet panties, her pussy gushed as she clamped down around him, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing......

His hands were in her hair again, jerking her head off the desk.

"Did you come, slut? Did I just feel you come on my cock?"

She nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"I didn't tell you to cum. What the hell were you thinking? Such an undisciplined little whore you are."

She felt his cock slide wetly out of her. Heard him fumbling around in the pen caddy again. This time he showed her the object he had removed before he ever touched her with it...a long, silver, letter opener.

"What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Sparks? How will you ever learn to please me?" he questioned as he lightly traced the object along her bare ass.

When she felt it slide between her pussy lips, she began to struggle.

He removed it, placed a kiss on her wet pussy and whispered, "Relax. If you struggle, it will only make it worse."

He traced the object again between her lips as she held perfectly still. She felt it pressing into her clit, wanted to grind her hips against it, but didn't dare. She felt the object slide wetly back between her lips, slip just inside her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure now, the cold steel warmed by her own heat, slick with her own desire. He moved the object in and out of her, twisting it delicately inside her until she felt her legs begin to buckle with desire. She mewed as he removed it from her, leaned into her ear and whispered,

"Next time I'll shove it in deeper, my angel. Count on it."

With that, he plunged his cock back into her. Fucking her fast and hard, for his own pleasure, making a mess of her pretty little ass as he came all over it.

When he had finished, he mercifully undid her restraints and ordered her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she reached for her clothes he chided,

"Uh, uh, uh, those stay here, dear"

She padded self consciously through the office hallway to the restroom. Cleaned herself up as best she could and returned to him.

He was now fully clothed. He threw her clothes at her, barking at her to put her clothes on, he was tired of her being naked in his office.

He watched with lust still smoldering in his eyes as she awkwardly dressed in front of him.

When she was done, he came over to her.

"Now Mrs. Sparks, I hope your have learned your lesson. Go on home and let's pretend this never happened."

"Yes, Sir," she agreed as she scurried out of his office, guiltily wondering what sort of punishment her next mistake would bring.