J. McKenna - Secretary’s Punishment

“Wh-what?”

“This weekend? Do you have plans?”

“Well, uh, no.”

“Good. I’ll be over there early afternoon, Saturday.”

“But Mr. Caudry—”

“Don’t worry. I just want to talk to you. Okay? I’ll see you then. Bye.” He hung up before she could refuse him. She needed to be pushed a little. Paul was right. If he had kept to his “please forgive me” routine, he’d never win her back.

Now he had to figure out what to do when he went down there. That was going to take some thought.

She opened the door and stared at him like she couldn’t believe he was actually there. “Oh, hi,” she said. She was dressed in jeans and a blue T-shirt. He could see the outline of her bra straps through the material.

“Let me in, please, Emily.”

She moved aside and he went past her. Her apartment was very much the same as he remembered—dingy and small, but neatly kept.

“This is no way for you to live,” he said at once, taking in the surroundings.

“It-it’s all I need,” she replied.

“No, it isn’t, is it? I’m sure it’s fine for right now, while you’re hunkered down here like a wounded fawn, feeling sorry for yourself. But sooner or later, you’ll wake up and realize you want to do better than this.”

Her eyes and her posture told him he was right. Her eyes were big and round and she leaned forward a bit as if to hear him better. He mentally thanked Paul for his insights into reading a woman’s body language.

“Fact is, I need better than what I’ve got too. Did you know I’ve gone through two secretaries in the three months you’ve been gone? I can hardly function around the office without you.”

A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Really? You really miss me?”

“Of course I do! Why do you think I’ve been calling and coming down here? We were really starting to work well together.”

She looked down at the rug, embarrassed. He could imagine her mind swirling with details of their little punishment sessions, her bottom propped up for his ruler and her mouth around his hard cock. He tipped his head and saw a pink blush creep up her neck.

He stepped closer. “I know I’ve pushed you hard. But I had to in order to understand you better. Now I feel that I can really give you want you need without frightening you. Can you understand that?”

She nodded. He reached in and tipped her head up and saw a single tear roll down her cheek. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “It’s going to be okay.”

He took her into his arms and held her there while she snuffled against his chest. When he let go, he held her at arm’s length and said: “Now tell me about your current job. Does it really satisfy you?”

She shook her head. “My boss hardly pays any attention to me,” she whispered.

“Yeah. Safe isn’t what you want. You need attention. And discipline. And love.”

More tears fell and she reached behind her to find the arm of a chair so she could sit down. Her body trembled.

Edward stood over her, gently stroking her shoulder. “Tell you what. Go in and give your two-weeks notice on Monday. I’ll start the paperwork to bring you back to the office.”

“But I gave up my apartment there! I have nowhere to live!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You can stay in a spare room at my house until you can get yourself settled.” Edward did not think she would ever need another apartment, but he didn’t want her to feel he was moving too quickly.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that!”

“Sure you could. I insist. It’s the least I can do. Now, about this place. Did you sign a lease?”

She shook her head. “No, this is just month-to-month. I was going to look for a better place soon.”

That told Edward a lot. Subconsciously, she wanted him to come get her. She just had to be convinced. “Good. Now you don’t have to. Besides, this place isn’t you.”

She tipped her head. “Yeah, it is kind of a dump. But it’s just temporary.”

“All right. Get dressed. I’m taking you out for a late lunch. Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” She turned and found her coat she’d draped over a chair. As she was slipping it on, she caught Edward shaking his head.

“What?”

“That will never do. You know what I want you to wear.”

She froze, her mouth ajar. “You mean...?”

“Of course.”

Emily stood there, as if trying to decide if he meant business. But when he reached into his inside pocket of his suit coat and pulled out the ruler he’d hidden there, she gasped.

“I think you’ve forgotten a lot in just three months.”

“Wh-what do you want me to wear?”

“You know already.”

She turned and disappeared into the bedroom. He sat on the couch and laid the ruler on the arm beside him. He tried to picture her back there, holding up dresses and skirts, trying to decide what might please him. Emily returned a few minutes later wearing a dark skirt and an ivory blouse. The material was thick enough so he could just barely tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He didn’t push it, for he was quite pleased.

“How do I look?”

He stood and approached her and noted how she seemed to hold herself in place when she probably wanted to fade back. He reached down and ran his hands under her skirt and felt bare skin. He gave her a big smile and tucked the ruler away.

She looked relieved.

“Come, let’s go eat.”

Edward wasn’t familiar with Kansas City, but with her help, he managed to find the type of restaurant he wanted: Dimly lit, with booths as well as tables. The restaurant wasn’t crowded. He asked for a booth in the back and was brought to a far corner. The maitre d’ smiled at him as if he knew why he wanted such a secluded spot.

Edward was winging it. He knew anything he did carried a risk and he told himself to go slow. But she was with him and obeying his directives, so he decided to push a little bit, just to see her reaction.

After they slid into the booth, facing each other, Edward noted how the tablecloth helped cover her legs. He leaned forward and said in a firm but soft voice. “Emily, I’d like you to sit with your bare bottom directly on the seat.”

She looked up, startled.

He waited a beat, staring at her. He gave her a small smile to show he was still the nice friendly Dom she remembered. But he was in control and she needed to know it.

She leaned forward and moved her skirt out of the way and sat back down. He breathed a silent sigh of relief even as he widened his smile and nodded.

They made small talk while looking over the menus. When the waiter arrived, Edward made a point of ordering for both of them: A sandwich for him and a salad for her, dressing on the side. Emily said nothing but her eyes seemed to take it all in.

He purposely didn’t push her much after that. They ate their lunch and he paid the bill. He brought her back to her apartment and told her to pack a few things.

“What?”

“Pack just enough for overnight.” He pretended to be exasperated. “You can’t very well expect me to stay in this flea-bag, can you?” Her mouth came open. “I didn’t think so,” he continued. “We’ll stay in a nice hotel for the night.”

Her expression was priceless, caught between shock and delight. Finally she nodded and hurried off into the bedroom. Edward smiled and silently thanked Paul once more.

She returned with a small valise and he made her carry it to the car. She was still wearing her skirt and he told her to move it out of the way when she sat down. Emily took a quick look around to make sure she wasn’t being watched before she obeyed. He caught a glimpse of her smooth haunches and wondered if she was still smooth between her legs. He would have to check that out.