About a year ago, I had to hire a new secretary for my contracting business,
because my previous secretary did the unforgivable - she died! She was almost
50, a little overweight, showing the effects of time, but very good at her job.
I could have gone for someone younger but I wanted someone reliable. I contacted
an agency and outlined my requirements and they sent me a lady they thought
would suit me. Her name was Dianne, she was 38, a redhead, married with 2
children and had a gorgeous figure that would put a lot of girls half her age to
shame!

She was excellent at her secretarial duties. Her filing was very good, her
typing was deadly accurate, although not extremely fast and her phone manner,
especially in crisis situations was perfect. It seemed I had chosen the right
person for the job.

About 3 months after she started however, things started to change. Dianne's
typing, filing and office work were fine, but she developed an 'attitude'. Her
mouth was becoming quite a concern. Also, she began turning up late on occasions
and up and leaving without saying a word. I'm a very patient man and I tried a
few subtle hints. They didn't work. She'd retort with a childish comment and
walk out. She was carrying on like a teenager with a 'know all' attitude. I was
running out of answers. I even considered talking to her husband about it, but
dismissed the idea.

Finally, I called her into my office. I had decided to put the foot down and
tell her that her attitude had to change. Rather than her on one side of the
desk and me on the other, I placed two chairs opposite one another. After all,
this was a lecture not an interview. After telling her that her work was not in
question, that the problem was her attitude and that I could not afford this
kind of thing to continue, I expected a 'yes John, I'm sorry' or 'it won't
happen again' or even 'I'm sorry, but I have problems at home'. Did I get this?
Not a chance! Dianne just looked at me and said 'big deal! What are you going to
do about it?' Well, I lost it! Before I could even think, I grabbed her and put
her straight across my knee. She was behaving like a spoilt child and I was
treating her like one. I pulled up her skirt and spanked her backside rather
hard for what seemed like ages. However, it was only a short time, and I rolled
her off my legs and onto the floor.

Tears were welling from her eyes but she didn't miss a beat. Before I could
think about what I had done and the tremendous lawsuit that would almost
certainly come my way, she unzipped my pants, took my cock out and began to suck
it! I didn't last very long, as this lady could really give head. I shot my load
in her mouth and she looked up at me with tears still in her eyes, swallowed and
walked from my office. I couldn't believe what was happening. I just sat at my
desk staring at the door for about an hour. Realizing it was time to go home, I
grabbed my things and made my way out. Dianne was just driving out of the
carpark as I got into my car.

Now, I don't think I'm naïve, despite the fact that I'm the younger side of 30,
but this was just amazing and I was in shock! Not knowing what to do, I just
went home, cooked some dinner and went to bed. I awoke at my usual time after a
bad night and thought at first that it was all a bad dream. I decided to try and
forget the whole thing and just get on with the job. If she sues, she sues.

I arrived about 20 minutes earlier than usual and was surprised to find Dianne
already there and working. I couldn't even bring myself to say 'good morning'. I
just looked at her and walked past her to my office. After about 3 hours and my
work nearly done for the day, I asked Dianne to get me a cup of coffee. She came
into my office and said 'get it yourself'. I thought 'oh shit, here we go
again!' I decided for obvious reasons, that I wasn't going to have a repeat of
yesterday and thought the best option was to use the voice of authority instead.
I told her 'look, you work for me and it's part of your duties. Just do as
you're damn well told!' There was silence for a few seconds and she said 'go on,
beat me. I need to be disciplined, I deserve it!' Bells rang big time!

The voice of authority really came out. 'Get me a cup of coffee and make sure
it's made exactly as I like it - NOW!' She went to get the coffee and that gave
me a little time to think.

When Dianne came back, I told her that changes are going to be made. Her
business outfits were too frumpy. She would get new shirts and wear shorter
skirts. Her heels were to be higher. She would not be allowed to wear a bra and
her panties were too plain. I wanted them to be almost non existent. I told her
that if she even breathed the wrong way, she would be disciplined. I sent her
home to make these changes. Also, there were things I needed to buy too.
Fortunately, it was the weekend and this gave me a little more time.

I arrived early Monday morning and Dianne arrived about 10 minutes after me. I
called out good morning and she replied the same. We didn't see each other for
about 3 hours. I needed a file and asked her to come to my office. When she
entered, she just said, 'what', I pounced on that. I looked up prepared to
berate her attitude and I noticed that her skirt was shorter and her blouse was
sheer and more revealing but that was it. She was even wearing a bra. 'I told
you the heels were to be higher and no bra. Now get that bra off and give it to
me'. She left the office and returned minutes later and handed me the bra. I
took a pair of industrial scissors and cut it up into little pieces. I handed it
back to her and said, 'now go home and get changed into the clothes I told you
to wear. You have one hour!' She started for the door and I said, 'haven't you
forgotten something'. She paused and said, 'what?' I said, 'in future, you will
address me as sir, do you understand? When I want anything it will be yes sir
from you'. She said, 'yes sir'. As she was leaving, I said, 'by the way, you
will be punished for your attitude this morning'.

She left and was back an hour later. She was dressed in the same sheer blouse,
but no bra; she had higher heels on and fishnet stockings. Now it was my turn
for some real fun. I decided that I was going to use this bitch anyway I
pleased. 'Get your clothes off' I demanded. She stripped down and I found she
had a garter belt on, so I told her to leave her stockings and shoes on and
remove the rest. She complied and she had gorgeous tits as well. I noticed that
her pussy was very hairy, so I went to my private bathroom, found a razor and
told her to trim it. I carried on working, or at least, trying to work, while I
made her sit in my office and trim her pussy in front of me. When she finished,
I told her to stand and move toward the wall. I had a hook and chain installed
over the weekend and I grabbed a pair of cuffs that I bought and chained her to
the wall.

She looked so fucking hot standing there chained up with only garter, stockings
and heels, but I couldn't let her know that I was turned on. I pulled out
another little gift that I purchased. A long, thin leather paddle. 'I'll teach
you to disobey me' and proceeded to belt her ass with the paddle. She wasn't
crying she was moaning and asked me to hit her harder! I told her that she would
have to show me that I was boss. I said, 'tell me what a slut you are' as I hit
her again. She moaned and gasped, 'I am your slut sir, and I will do anything
for you'. I said, 'you'll have to prove that. Now how are you going to do it?' I
turned her around and began to hit those hot tits with the paddle and she was on
fire! 'I am your whore. You can fuck your whore if you want to, sir'. Her
nipples were fully erect and I twisted them. It must have hurt her but she
seemed to enjoy the pain.

'What if I want to fuck your ass?' I said as I hit her tits again. 'Yes sir,
please fuck my ass...you can do anything you want sir, anything'. She was
reaching orgasm and seemed to really enjoy being humiliated. I untied her and
told her to sit on the floor. She did as she was told and I said 'you can lick
my cock and my balls and after that, you can eat out my asshole and you'd better
get that tongue in nice and deep!' I took off my pants and stood over her. She
didn't hesitate licking my cock, balls and ass. I stood her up, bent her over my
desk and fucked her cunt hard. I then put her on all fours and fucked her ass. I
wasn't gentle, I wanted it to hurt and it did but she seemed to like it. 'Ooohhh
it hurts! fuck my ass, sir'.

I was almost ready to cum when I pulled out and said 'what else would you do for
me you slut...you married slut!' 'Anything sir, anything at all!' 'Well my cock
has just been all the way up your ass.... clean it with your mouth'. She
proceeded to lick and suck my cock until I exploded down her throat.

We have progressed a long way since that first week. She was right when she said
that she would do anything for me because she has. Since this all began, Dianne
now has my name tattooed on her back in a scroll inside an eagle and she also
has ring on her left nipple which I pull from time to time. I wondered sometimes
what her husband must say about this, but I haven't heard from him. I have met
him briefly, however. I have a female friend named Carla who is a lesbian. Carla
has thrown me a lot of work over the years, so I threw her Dianne one night.

Dianne was my servant when Carla came over for a few social drinks. Dianne was
dressed in a skimpy French maid's outfit with no underwear. Carla took her to my
bedroom and fucked her ass with a strap on dildo that was black and 11 inches
long. We took Dianne out to my backyard, laid her down and Carla straddled her
face while I stood over her and we both pissed on her.

The more I've done the more Dianne liked it. She said 'anything sir, anything'.
Well, my German Shepherd dog is about to enjoy her in the coming weeks. I have
already tied Dianne to the back of the house and watched the dog lick her cunt.
Neither the dog, nor Dianne complained. This is one secretary whose fringe
benefits outweigh her work.

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