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One day, my old personal assistant from the firm that I had sold, turned up at my house and asked if she could speak to me. We went into my den and she almost immediately broke down in tears. She said that she was desperately unhappy. She could not cope with working for an impersonal big corporation. She had been used to dealing with all of my requirements for many years and now she was just treated like some completely anonymous employee number with tedious, repetitive and apparently meaningless tasks. There was no individual that she was personally responsible to and she felt that nobody would notice whether she was there or not. She would have left, but living alone she had to have a job and the only reason that she had the salary that she did was because I had insisted on it when I sold the business. She had no chance of getting a job anywhere else that could maintain her house, mortgage and the support that she gave to the education of her sisters children.
April begged me to give her a job. I was distraught. April had been an invaluable support to me for years and I thought that I had done everything I needed to ensure that she was OK. She was so desperate that she shocked me. She was obviously at the end of her tether, so I told her that I would think about things and contact her in a few days. I did not have any job to offer, but I couldn't just leave April to her misery.
Like most bosses with a personal assistant I had sometimes used April for more than the requirements of my business. We sometimes had to travel and would spend a night in an hotel. On several occasions I had called her to my room to work. A few times, when we had finished with the business, I had her please me before I settled down to bed. It was a lot better than relieving myself by hand and April didn't seem to mind at all. At one important business exhibition we ran out of the little free gifts that we give away. Silly as it may seem, we get quite a lot of clients because of those gifts and I was annoyed that April had failed to stock up with enough of them. At the end of the day I told her to get up to my room and prepare herself for a spanking. Although that was what I wanted to do, I hadn't really quite meant it. I was actually going to give her a good telling off.
When I got up to the room, April was standing outside with her eyes cast down to the floor and tear stained cheeks. She said 'sorry Sir' as I unlocked the door. When I walked in she quickly followed and said 'where would you like me?'. It was obvious that she was expecting a proper spanking so I told her to kneel beside the bed and bend forward. To my enormous surprise, she did that immediately and then reached back to flip up her skirt and lower her panties. The last thing I expected when I said I was going to spank her. I placed one hand on her back and gave her about eight good, hard smacks with my hand. Her buttocks reddened brilliantly, but she never uttered a sound or wriggled at all. Encouraged by this, I said 'OK now that you have had a bit of a warm up here comes your punishment. Are you ready? She said 'yes Sir' again as I undid my belt. I gave her ten good, hard thwacks right across both cheeks with my leather belt. After about five or six she was squirming and crying, she was ridged with livid welts and with the last two strokes she farted as her muscles convulsed with the impact.
One day, my old personal assistant from the firm that I had sold, turned up at my house and asked if she could speak to me. We went into my den and she almost immediately broke down in tears. She said that she was desperately unhappy. She could not cope with working for an impersonal big corporation. She had been used to dealing with all of my requirements for many years and now she was just treated like some completely anonymous employee number with tedious, repetitive and apparently meaningless tasks. There was no individual that she was personally responsible to and she felt that nobody would notice whether she was there or not. She would have left, but living alone she had to have a job and the only reason that she had the salary that she did was because I had insisted on it when I sold the business. She had no chance of getting a job anywhere else that could maintain her house, mortgage and the support that she gave to the education of her sisters children.
April begged me to give her a job. I was distraught. April had been an invaluable support to me for years and I thought that I had done everything I needed to ensure that she was OK. She was so desperate that she shocked me. She was obviously at the end of her tether, so I told her that I would think about things and contact her in a few days. I did not have any job to offer, but I couldn't just leave April to her misery.
Like most bosses with a personal assistant I had sometimes used April for more than the requirements of my business. We sometimes had to travel and would spend a night in an hotel. On several occasions I had called her to my room to work. A few times, when we had finished with the business, I had her please me before I settled down to bed. It was a lot better than relieving myself by hand and April didn't seem to mind at all. At one important business exhibition we ran out of the little free gifts that we give away. Silly as it may seem, we get quite a lot of clients because of those gifts and I was annoyed that April had failed to stock up with enough of them. At the end of the day I told her to get up to my room and prepare herself for a spanking. Although that was what I wanted to do, I hadn't really quite meant it. I was actually going to give her a good telling off.
When I got up to the room, April was standing outside with her eyes cast down to the floor and tear stained cheeks. She said 'sorry Sir' as I unlocked the door. When I walked in she quickly followed and said 'where would you like me?'. It was obvious that she was expecting a proper spanking so I told her to kneel beside the bed and bend forward. To my enormous surprise, she did that immediately and then reached back to flip up her skirt and lower her panties. The last thing I expected when I said I was going to spank her. I placed one hand on her back and gave her about eight good, hard smacks with my hand. Her buttocks reddened brilliantly, but she never uttered a sound or wriggled at all. Encouraged by this, I said 'OK now that you have had a bit of a warm up here comes your punishment. Are you ready? She said 'yes Sir' again as I undid my belt. I gave her ten good, hard thwacks right across both cheeks with my leather belt. After about five or six she was squirming and crying, she was ridged with livid welts and with the last two strokes she farted as her muscles convulsed with the impact.
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