1. The Secretary - Part 2


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: Jess_cd, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I arrived at Michael's office a few minutes before 9am. Being that he rented a small space with many other companies sharing his floor alone it was a a hive of activity. People arriving for work, bustling past each other, shouting greetings, enquiring into weekend activities. I received a few smiles and polite greetings as I walked through the corridors, as well as a few winks and impolite stares at my arse. I walked through the first door into the space Michael rented. A reasonably large area containing a desk, file cabinets, and stupid motivational pictures. It sat empty and quiet but for the whirring of a solitary computer. On the desk, nestled in to the keyboard sat an envelope with Miss J Rhodes written on. I ignored it and walked into the main office. Michael sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen as if it could at any point reveal the meaning of life. He looked around to me and smiled broadly. "Good morning, Jessica. How was your weekend?" I walked across the large empty floor without greeting him. He watched, smile still on his face, as I placed my hand bag on to the vacant chair opposite him. His smile turned to confusion as, still in silence, I walked around the desk and stood next to him. I raised my hand high into the air and brought it down with a firm slap across his face. "Do you not respect me, Michael?" Despite the violence of my actions my voice was calm and clear. Michael had nearly spun off his chair I had struck him so hard. He looked ...
    up at me, scared, clutching his left cheek as it already began to glow red. He seemed to want to speak but had forgotten how. "Do you need me to slap you again?" "No! No! Jess. I mean Miss Rhodes. I'm sorry. I do respect you! I promise," he grovelled and begged. I have to admit, seeing him so pathetic so soon I felt a surge of arousal as it tingled through my body. "In my experience it is actions which display one's true thoughts, Michael, and you are sat at my desk." He jumped up immediately and presented the chair for me to sit. I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I can fix it! Please teach me?" He was like a child being chastised and threatened with losing his favourite toy. "Stop snivelling. It disgusts me," I snapped at him causing his mouth to cease it's inane blabber. "I command respect which means a number of things. I will arrive here between 8.45am and 9am. You will be waiting for me at the front door of this building at 8.30am." "Of course, Mistress." He was stood up straight now. Eyes fixated on the distance as if receiving orders in the army. "Were you ever taught manners, Michael?" "Yes, Mistress." "By whom? Did they never tell you to stand when a lady enters a room? To offer them a drink? Or to take their coat?" His gaze had fallen to the floor, his hands clasped in front of him. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I promise it won't happen again." "Now... coat?" I motioned towards my knee length over coat, button front and tied at the waist it shone ...
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