Secretary's Punishment

An eBook By J W McKenna.

"It's a type of chuck that's used to hold work in a lathe," he said. "And it's spelled, C-O-L-L-E-T, without the extra T-E you've added here."

Emily tried to ignore the roaring in her head. "Uh, well, that's a common mistake, I'm sure. I'll just fix it right away and-"

"No, I'm afraid that's not good enough. I'm sorry, Ms. Robinson, but I can't have a secretary that doesn't know the spellings of the very tools we sell."

"But it's a very simple fix, Mr. Cau-"

"Like I said, I demand perfection. And since you don't want to be subjected to any punishments, you leave me no choice." He picked up the phone and punched an extension. "Mrs. Dowd? Caudry here. I'm sorry, but I don't think Miss Robinson-"

"Wait!" The thrumming in her body was louder now.

Caudry's eyes locked onto hers. "Yes?" He put his hand over the phone.

"Okay! I'll accept your punishments! Just don't fire me, please!"

"Very well." Into the phone, he said, "Sorry, Mrs. Dowd, but I think maybe I can work this out on my own. I'll let you know if I have any further trouble."

He hung up. "Assume the position."

Meekly, Emily went to his desk and propped herself up on her elbows. The letter was in position and she could see where he'd circled "collette." It was such a simple mistake! Anyone could've made it. And then, in that moment, she knew. Everything became clear. It had nothing to do with her mistakes and everything to do with her submission to his will. Emily realized something very important. If she could endure his little fetish, she might go far in this company, maybe even get a raise. Consider this a form of flirting, she told herself.

And that darker part of herself seemed to sigh in satisfaction. Emily felt her pussy begin to throb in anticipation.

Mr. Caudry went behind her and she braced herself for her punishment. The radio went on and lively jazz music filled the room.

"Let's see, we're up to four swats per mistake, aren't we?"

"Y-yes, sir."

Suddenly, he flipped her skirt up, exposing her pantyhose to him.

"Mr. Caudry!" She jumped up and turned around, pushing her skirt back down with both hands. Her stomach felt funny and her pussy grew wet.

"This is part of the progression, my dear. If you have not learned to produce flawless work after three strokes per mistake, then simple swats alone are clearly insufficient."

"But I'm... You can't..."

Mr. Caudry just waited until she stopped sputtering.

"It's entirely up to you, Mr. Robinson. But you try my patience. If you refuse to learn my way, I have no use for you."

Emily knew she should quit right then and there. Sure, she'd probably lose her apartment and have bill collectors hound her, but wouldn't that be better than what was happening to her?

But that dark and naughty part of her whispered that truth into her head that she could not deny: This little game is making you wet.

She stared at him for a long moment before she turned around and got back into position. She said nothing when he raised her skirt - her mind was focused on her throbbing clit and weeping pussy and couldn't wait for this to be over so she could go into the ladies room and masturbate.

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