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STORY # 17                           THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
THE SECRETARY
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     You thought that you would always be a homemaker.  When you
got married it looked great and then it seemed routine and then,
it was five years later and you thought that that was it.  Now,
here you are, back as a secretary in a new job.  You have been
working for a full week now and you are beginning to settle in.
You found that your fingers remembered how to type even when you
thought that you had forgotten.  Your supervisor is a svelte
looking woman who has a particularly stern manner.  Your boss is
one of the most attractive men you know.  He is tall, strong,
dark haired with the sexiest voice you have ever heard.  His name
is Mr. Rusko and he and your supervisor, Miss Branck have made
every effort to start you off in the new job.  They told you that
you would have a one week trial period and that you had that time
to get yourself back up to speed.  They were very generous in
telling you that any mistakes made during the trial period would
be forgiven.  Miss Branck was very pleasant as she pointed out
the errors that you had made and by the end of the week, she
almost none to show you.  You were pleased that both she and Mr.
Rusko complimented you on your work.  You noticed, however, that
some of the other girls who have been with the company a while
did not get the same treatment over their mistakes.  Just before
you left the office on Friday, you remember seeing Jeannie, the
girl in the desk next to yours, called by Miss Branck.  Jeannie
looked nervous as she went over to talk to her.  You saw that
Miss Branck looked very strict while she talked to her.  Jeannie
wasn't very talkative when she came back to her desk and when you
invited her out for an after work drink, she told you that she
had to stay late to speak to Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck.  She
looked awfully nervous and you wonder why.  Surely they wouldn't
fire her for some typing mistakes, you think to yourself.  Now,
as you enter the office, you see that Jeannie is already at her
desk looking as chipper as ever.  "Good Morning Jeannie.", you
say to her pleasantly.  "Hi there.", she replies.  "How did your
Friday meeting go with the gruesome twosome?", you joke.  Jeannie
immediately blushes red and she avoids your look.  "It was O.K.",
she stammers.  This has you even more curious.  "Did you get into
trouble?", you ask.  She nods her head.  "How come you're so
nervous about it.", you ask her.  She looks over at you coyly.
"You'll find out.", she says.  Now you are really curious.  What
does she mean?  "Tell me.", you say.  Jeannie blushes again.  "I
can't.", she whispers.  You insist and finally she relents.
"O.K.", she says, "but you can't tell anyone I told you."  You
promise.  "Well, sometimes, when I've made a lot of mistakes,
Miss Branck and Mr. Rusko make me stay after work is over and
then they punish me for my mistakes."  Your eyes open wide in
disbelief as a shiver runs down your spine.  "What do you mean?",
you say.  "It's not just me.", says Jeannie, "most of the younger
girls get punished that way.  When I first got told to stay late,
I was brought up to Mr. Rusko's office and they made me sit down
and then they told me about all of my mistakes.  There weren't a
lot but they made a big deal about it.  They finally gave me a
choice.  They said that they knew that I was capable of good work
and that I could either leave the company or choose to be
punished by them.  Anyway, I didn't want to leave, so I let them
punish me."  You face is flushed at this story and you notice
that your pussy is already soaking wet at the story.  "How did
they punish you?", you ask.  Jeannie hesitates a long time before
she answers, "They spanked me just like a little girl."  You are
really in an uproar now.  Jeannie turns back to your work and you
start on your own but your mind is in a turmoil.  The image of
young Jeannie being turned over Mr. Rusko's knee turns you on
like crazy.  Dominance and submission games are your favorite
thing anyway and you imagine that Jeannie is lying across your
knee and that you are lifting her skirt and lowering her panties.
You look over at her and pretend that her thighs and buttocks are
slowly becoming revealed.  Your thoughts drift in and out of the
exciting thoughts all morning and by the time lunch rolls around,
you take a break in the washroom to masturbate.  You have to bite
your tongue while your fingers bring your wet pussy to a
shattering orgasm in only a few strokes.  You are a little calmer
after lunch, but every time you look at Jeannie, you get turned
on all over again.  Miss Branck calls you over in the late
afternoon.  "The work you did last week was actually very high in
quality.", she tells you, "But I see that there are a number of
rather simple mistakes in today's effort.  This is really not
acceptable.  I will expect an immediate improvement or I'll have
to take some kind of action."  You are embarrassed at the
scolding and you resolve yourself to improve your work.  You
continue on with your day and your work does improve.  At home
that night, your thoughts turn again to the 'punishments' of Miss
Branck and Mr. Rusko.  You wonder what it would be like to be
submissive to the two of them at once.  The thought is at once
exciting and disconcerting.  Our lovemaking that night is the
best it has been in ages and you surrender yourself totally to
it.  You ask me to tie your hands together and you love the
feeling of being helpless while being brought to an orgasm.  The
next morning, you arrive to work with a glow on your face and it
doesn't go unnoticed by Jeannie.  "Great night last night?", she
teases.  You blush as you tell her about your lovemaking.  Her
eyes open wide. "You really let him tie you up?", she asks.  You
nod your head.  "I could tell you a lot of stuff I've done.", you
tell her.  "But, I'd better do it after work."  Jeannie looks so
interested that maybe you'll actually tell her some of the things
you have done.  You promise to go out with her after work and
exchange girl-talk.  She would probably be turned on about
finding out what it would be like to submit herself to someone
else totally.  Work continues as per usual but again today you
are distracted by the thoughts of your own sexuality.  Just
before the end of the day, Miss Branck calls you over to her
desk.  "Your work still contains a number of mistakes.", she
says, "I am really quite surprised.  I think that your quality
was better last week than today.  In any case, Mr. Rusko and I
would like to speak to you about it today right after work.
Please wait for me and we'll go up to his office together."  Your
heart skips a beat.  Your mind goes into overdrive and you head
back to your desk as though you are in a daze.  You wonder if
they plan to punish you just like Jeannie.  What would that be
like you think.  You hope that they don't and you hope that they
do.  Jeannie looks at you curiously as you sit down.  "Are you
O.K.?", she asks.  You nod your head.  "I have to stay late
tonight.", you tell her,  "Maybe we could meet later instead."
Her eyes open wide.  "Oh...", she says.  She writes her address
down on a piece of paper.  It is not far from the office.  A few
short minutes later, you and Miss Branck are alone in the office.
"Come with me.", she says.  You follow her to the elevator and up
to the fourth floor.  You notice that your hands are perspiring
and that you are really nervous.  You enter Mr. Rusko's office
and sit down as instructed.  Miss Branck sits next to you.
"Well, young lady", says Mr. Rusko, "It seems that our
congratulations were premature.  Now, I know that you are capable
of quality work so the only conclusion I can come to is that you
simply aren't paying attention.  Let me tell you the way that we
handle slovenly work here.  We give the girls a choice.  We tell
them that they can go and work for a company that is interested
in low quality work or they can choose to be punished here by
Miss Branck and myself.  I can assure you that you will not find
the punishment comfortable.  However, we have noticed that those
employees who have been punished are generally, happier and much
more productive.  Now you also have that choice.  Which will it
be?"  Your heart is racing at a mile a minute.  You really don't
want to be punished but the thought of it is a turn on and
besides, you really don't want to leave the company.  "I'll be
punished by you.", you say in a whisper.  Mr. Rusko smiles.
"Miss Branck will prepare you then.", he says.  Miss Branck
stands up and takes you into the next room.  Her look is quite
severe.  You bow your head submissively and wait for her
instructions.  "Remove all of your clothing.", she says.  Your
hands are trembling as you reach for the buttons on your dress.
It soon falls to the floor and is soon followed by your, slip,
stockings and panties.  Soon your are wearing nothing but your
jewelry.  You wait patiently while you look at the floor.  Miss
Branck stands back to admire your trim form.  Her eyes linger on
your shaved pussy and you see her smile.  "Very pretty.", she
says.  She hands you a standard hospital gown that opens in the
back.  It is short and comes down to just below your buttocks but
it does cover you.  She turns you around and does up the one tie
in the back at the top.  She turns you around again and looks to
make sure that you are ready.  You are mortified that your
nipples have become quite hard and that your pussy is soaking
wet.  She takes you by the arm and brings you back into Mr.
Rusko's office.  The gown opens with every step you take and you
know that in a moment it will be completely exposed.  Miss Branck
moves to the middle of the room and sits down in a
straight-backed chair.  "Lie over my lap.", she says to you.
Hesitantly you do so, feeling the strange feeling of her nylons
against your bare skin.  The gown falls naturally to the sides to
expose your buttocks to their gaze.  You feel her cool hands
touch you for the first time.  Her left hand is in the small of
your back and holds you firmly in the proper position.  Her other
hand rests gently on your smooth bottom.  The spanking starts
suddenly and you feel her sharp stinging slaps strike first one
cheek then the other.  The spanking goes on for some time and the
heat rises slowly from your bottom as it continues.  The heat
travels directly to your pussy as the erotic punishment
continues.  You know that you are soaking wet and you hope they
don't find out.  The whole event seems to happen in a daze as
though to someone else.  Miss Branck stands you up and you feel
your bottom is hot.  You think that this it is over and you wait
for her to bring you back to your clothes.  Instead she brings
you over to the corner of the room.  "You'll stand her 'on
display' until we tell you.  She says.  She places you facing the
corner just like a five-year-old who has just been chastised.
Your face turns red at the embarrassing position.  You feel her
hands at your neck and suddenly the gown is untied and she lets
it fall to the floor.  You are now completely naked in the corner
of the office and they have you stand there for perhaps five
minutes displaying your red bottom.  The heat in your bottom
gradually diminishes until the warmest thing about you is wet
slit.  The spanking by this woman has turned you on and you have
no idea what is to come next.  The five minutes seem to go on
forever and you can sense Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck looking at
your helpless body.  Finally you hear Mr. Rusko's voice, "All
right, then I'll complete your punishment now.  Come here."  You
hesitate for a moment.  You know that as you turn around, you
will be exposing your entire body to him and you are embarrassed
to do that.  Blushing yet again, you finally turn around and with
your eyes downcast submissively, you shuffle over to him.  He has
you stand beside his chair for a moment as he looks at you.  Your
hands have naturally covered yourself and he instructs you to
lower them.  You do so and he looks directly at your firm breasts
and their hard nipples and your shaven slit.  You know that your
hot juices are easily visible on your bare pussy lips thus
betraying your turned on condition.  He makes you stand there for
a moment while he opens his drawer and takes out a black leather
strap and lays it on his desk.  His large, strong hands reach out
to take your wrists and pull you over his lap.  He lays the cold
leather strap on your buttocks and you shiver as you imagine the
sensation of the spanking to come.  His strokes start a moment
later and your bottom is given a good paddling.  When he stands
you up again, your bottom is hot and there are a couple of tears
on your cheeks.  You stand before them submissively, no longer
attempting to cover yourself as they tell you that they expect to
see better work from you in the future.  You dress hurriedly and
leave the building a few minutes later.  You are walking in a
kind of daze as you find yourself at Jeannie's apartment.  She
lets you in right away.  Her look is concerned as you walk in.
"Are you O.K.?", she asks.  You nod your head.  "Did they....
spank you?"  Again you nod your head.  "Well, maybe I could put
some lotion on for you or something.  Would that help?"  She
leads you into her bedroom and helps take off your dress.  You
lie on your stomach, naked again in front of a strange woman as
she begins gently rubbing lotion into your hot bottom.  Her
fingers stroke you gently and you feel yourself becoming more and
more turned on.  You hear her start to breath deeply and without
saying anything, you spread your legs slowly apart.  Her hands
naturally slide lower and lower until her fingers discover your
wetness.  You turn over and pull her face into your shaven pussy.
Her long, hot tongue slides right into you and the licking of
your pussy juices is soon followed up by the roving tongue
finding your hard clit.  Jeannie's hands move up your body to
pinch your nipples hard and you let out a loud moan.  Your orgasm
seems to start deep in your body and spread outward right to your
fingertips.  It goes on for a long time and you cry out at the
pleasure.  Afterwards, you and Jeannie lie together, "I know what
it's like.", she tells you, "I'm always so turned on after it
happens."  You rest for awhile before making love again.  This
time it is you who brings her to a climax.  By the time you get
home, it is late but it is a warm, smiling, satisfied woman who
comes home to recount the hottest story she can remember
happening in a long time.