Bedtime Stories for Grownups
The Secretary and the Lawyer
“YOU’RE LATE, Miss Tillotson,” growled Jonathon Abbott when his secretary returned from lunch. She quickly grabbed her steno pad and stood at attention before him.
“I’m so sorry, sir. My mother’s doctor appointment was interrupted by an emergency. We had to wait until the doctor had stitched up some inconsiderate child who was struck by a baseball bat in school. Of course, after the doctor finally returned to deal with Mother, she was cranky with hunger. Before I could take her home, I had to feed her. There was a street closure on Franklin Avenue on my way back and the detour was backed up with traffic. I did try to return on time, Mr. Abbott.”
“You talk too much,” Abbott snorted. “Bring your pad into my office. I may have to take matters in hand if you are not attentive.”
“Oh! Yes, sir.”
Maggie liked this game. Her boss could be forceful when he chose to be. She had to aggravate him to make him take control, though. She followed him into the inner office and shut the door behind her. After a moment’s hesitation, she flipped the latch for privacy.
“Take a letter. Dear Mr. Haversham, We are in receipt of your correspondence of five February, listing several supposed offenses of our client Neil Clemson. We find the allegations to be spurious. If you even knew Mr. Clemson you would know at once how impossible it would be for my client to have acted in such a manner. I encourage you to investigate with your client to be sure the correct person has been implicated. I will await your withdrawal of these accusations.”
“Um…”
“Read back the last sentence.”
“We are in receipt… When was it, sir?” Maggie read back. Her shorthand wasn’t really so poor that she couldn’t keep up with him, but what fun would that be?
“Honestly, Miss Tillotson! Are you hard of hearing? Come closer. Yes, closer still. Sit. Right here.”
“On your knee, sir?”
“If you do not shape up, you will find yourself lying across my knee. How would you like that?”
“I should think it would be an interesting position to take dictation in,” Maggie said, concealing her smile.
“We shall see how interesting you find it when I am spanking your derriere. Now, stop squirming. Continue the dictation. We are in receipt of your correspondence of five February, listing several supposed offenses of our client Neil Clemson. Did you get that this time, Miss Tillotson?”
“F-e-b-r-u-a-r-y. Is that right, sir?”
“What am I going to do with you, Miss Tillotson? You are slovenly in appearance, ignorant of time, and can’t take decent dictation. Why do I keep you around my office?”
“I brighten your day, sir? Is that why?”
“You brighten my day, much the way I am going to brighten your bottom. I am sorry I must enforce this discipline. Stand up and remove your skirt and bloomers.”
“Sir! You want me to undress? That is so naughty.”
“You are a naughty girl, and I want to be sure you feel your punishment. It does no good to spank a recreant through her clothes. Quickly now. We have already wasted half the afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.” Maggie set her steno pad on the desk and unzipped her skirt. Mr. Abbott was getting right down to business today. She hoped he didn’t finish prematurely as had happened on occasion. She shimmied out of her panties and stood before him naked from the waist down.
“Now lie across my lap so I can reach you without straining myself,” he said.
Maggie positioned herself properly. She was quite used to this game and was excited to play. And when Mr. Abbott punished her, he was always contrite afterward and she could have almost anything she wanted. He petted her bottom as she wiggled in his lap.
“The perfect heart shape of your backside reminds me that this is Valentine’s Day. How sad to have to punish you on such a special day.” He brought his hand down on her left cheek with a loud crack. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Tillotson.”
“Thank you, Mr. Abbott. Please correct my misbehavior with as many spanks as you wish.” The problem was that Abbott often quit after just four or five swats. That was barely getting Maggie warmed up. But she could feel his arousal under her already. He swatted again.
“I suspect you do not have a mother to take to the doctor on Wednesdays,” he said as he petted her soft skin, then swatted her again. “You meet a lover, do you not? That is why you are always late getting back to the office.”
“Oh, no, sir! How could you think I am so crass? I’m a good girl, sir.”
“Good?” he swatted her again.
“Except for being a little naughty, sir. I’m innocent as a babe. Check and you will see that I am unsullied.” She’d taken time to douche after being with Dave. Thankfully, Abbott would ignore there being no evidence that she was virginal. He had to—he’d been in her enough times himself. Of course, he might be so ignorant of female physiology that he couldn’t tell, or thought things grew back together each time.
“I will check, and if you are lying to me, I will double your punishment.”
“Oh, please, sir! I mean no, sir. I know nothing of the ways of men.”
After the next swat, Abbott’s hand rubbed around her bottom and down between her legs. He found her abundantly prepared for the invasion of his fingers.
“Oh, sir! What are you doing?”
“I am carefully examining you to be sure you have stayed pure. So, no man has thrust into this slippery passage before?” he demanded.
“Oh, no, sir. I wouldn’t even know what that was like,” she panted. He was good at finding her clitoris and stimulating it while she was splayed across his lap.
“Bend over the desk. I need to probe more deeply than my fingers can reach,” he growled. She heard his zipper come down as she bent over the desk with her bottom thrust back at him. At least he was well-endowed. A smaller man would be a disappointment after such rigorous preparation.
“Is it possible to probe more deeply than with your fingers?” she asked in a tiny voice. “Please be sure to investigate as deeply as possible. To assure yourself that I am, indeed, pure.”
Jonathon released his probe from his trousers and notched it into Miss Tillotson. In one long, sighing stroke, he entered the amply lubricated passage into her body. Maggie sighed as well.
“Oh, Mr. Abbott. You probe so deeply. Nothing has ever been in me so far. Please investigate thoroughly. Very thoroughly!” Maggie loved being spanked and dominated. She thought with a little more training, she could turn Mr. Abbott into a respectable dom who could satisfy her darker needs. He was so close to it now.
“I am going to apply a salve to your inner parts that will comfort you long into the night,” he said. “It is almost ready to apply.”
“Oh, please! Take a little longer before you apply it inside me. Investigate more. Go deeper, Mr. Abbott.” Maggie reached beneath her and applied her fingers to her clit, hoping to rush along fast enough to not be too far behind her lover. She was getting very close.
“Oh, mercy me!” Abbott declared as he unleashed a torrent of his semen into his secretary. “You are a treasure beyond compare! I want to examine you every day, not just once a week. I want you, my precious Maggie!”
“Oh, yes. Want me, Jonathon. There is no other than you for me.”
“If I discovered there was, I would spank you in earnest.” He sawed in and out a couple more times before he lost his rigidity and slipped out of her. He fell back into his desk chair and pulled Maggie into his lap, kissing her.
“What right would you have to do that?” Maggie pouted. “You say you want me every day, but have you filed the divorce papers yet? Do you not push me away after you have had your wicked way with me, and run home to your mousy little wife? What right do you have to say who I should or shouldn’t see?”
“I knew it! You do have another lover!” he said.
“There is no other, Jonathon. How could you even think such a thing? No one else can handle me the way you do. I would kill another man who tried to beat me.”
“Yes, I believe you would. I don’t know why I doubt you,” Abbott said. “Tonight. Yes, I’ll go home now and tell Louella that I want a divorce. Oh, she will cry. She’ll ask what she’s done to deserve this, but the truth is I simply don’t love her like I love you, my precious Maggie. When she has had her tears, she’ll get angry and demand that I leave the house. I’ll pack a bag and leave. But where shall I go? May I come to stay with you, Maggie?”
“Are you daft? With my mother in the next room? You can never come to my house thinking to sleep with me. I’ll get Mother to bed and slip out to a hotel. Where shall I meet you, my man?” she asked.
“Get us a room at the Hilton. We’ll stay there a few days until I can find a place for the two of us. Maggie, my dear, I suddenly feel so liberated! I could make love to you again!”
“How am I supposed to pay for a room at the Hilton? I don’t have that kind of money!”
“Here. Take my credit card and here’s two hundred in cash. Take the room in my name and I’ll be there in a little while.”
“Then when you get there, you can make love to me again. Not until! Oh, Jonathon! We shall be so happy!”
“Yes, we shall. We’ll have dinner when I get there.”
He pulled up his trousers and checked in the office mirror to be sure he looked respectable. Maggie took her time pulling on her panties and skirt, while sitting in Abbott’s desk chair. He bent over her to kiss her tenderly.
“Yes. We’ll have dinner and celebrate the beginning of our lives together,” he said. “Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Maggie!” He straightened himself and left, leaving Maggie to tidy up the office and lock the doors before going to the Hilton.
Hmm. I think this is as good as it is going to get, she thought. An American Express black card and two hundred in cash. With the Visa Signature card Dave gave me to rent our weekly motel room, I should be able to fund a nice long trip. One way. To anywhere. Maggie girl, you’ve got it made.
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