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A little something he wrote me (the names have been changed to protect the innocent)
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A little something he wrote me (the names have been changed to protect the innocent) Rachel’s Saucy Story My finger pressed the intercom buzzer and there was a brief hiss of static before the soft Scottish burr filled by ears, “Yes Mr Smith?” “Miss Jones, could you come into my office a moment please?” I said firmly, a flicker of a smile crossing my face at the thought of seeing the delectable Miss Jones up close in front of me, despite knowing the nature of the conversation that we were about to have. “Certainly Mr Smith, I will be there in just a second”, a flutter in Rachel’s heart about what her boss may want to see her about. She stands up, smoothes down her skirt and pausing, checks her reflection in the office window. There is a nervous knock at my door and I look up from the report. “Come in”, I say and the door opens slowly, as Miss Jones enters my office, rather timidly, “and please, close the door behind you Miss Jones”. As Miss Jones fumbles a little with the door handle I take the opportunity to enjoy the view before me. I had been in before everyone this morning and had yet to see what she was wearing, and now she was stood before me. Red high heel patent shoes gave way to sheer black material encasing her shapely calves all the way up to the start of her skirt. This too was red, and made of a tight, figuring hugging material that I couldn’t identify from this distance, tapering in just below the knees meaning that she could only take short steps due to restriction of the material. The outfit was topped off by a plain white blouse, with a thick red belt fastened just under her cleavage, emphasising the ampleness of her bosom. I couldn’t help but notice that the top couple of buttons on her blouse were undone as well, the shadows hinting at the treasure hidden within. “You wanted to see me Mr Smith”, Rachel asked, a slight tremble in her voice. The boss didn’t normally call people into his office, he came out to find them if he needed or wanted to talk to them. She didn’t know if this was a good sign or a bad one for her. “Ah, yes………please take a seat, I will be with you in just a second”. I pretended to revert my attention back to the document in my hand, but in reality my eyes were drinking in the sight as Miss Jones wiggled her way from the door and sat down in the seat in front of my desk. She tried to cross her legs, but even though the skirt rode up a little bit, it was still too tight to allow her to do so. After a few goes she gave up and glanced nervously round the room, trying not to look directly at me. It was just as well that she couldn’t see through the table and observe the effect that the sight of her sitting there was having on me. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my head momentarily and turned my full attention to the Miss Jones. “So glad that you came in to see me so promptly”, I smiled, “ I would like to have a word with you about the document that you typed up for me yesterday”. “Oh hell”, thought Rachel, “I hope that I didn’t screw that document up, I put a lot of effort into making sure that it was good. I hope that he is going to compliment me for it!” Taking a mental deep breath Rachel replied “Yes Mister Smith? I trust it was to your satisfaction?” “Well actually that is what I want to talk to you about”, I replied, sliding the pieces of paper in my hand across the desk towards her so that she could read them, and see the few big circles of red ink on the paper. To get a better look at the paper Miss Jones had to lean forward and my heart skipped a beat or two as I was presented with a heavenly view down the open buttons of her blouse. I watched as I could see her eyes scanning the pieces of paper, taking in the errors that I had found. None of them were major faults, in fact the document could have been sent out as it was and 95% of people would never have even noticed a single error. But that wouldn’t have given me an opportunity to have Miss Jones here in my office, away from all the prying eyes and gossip of the main office. As I could see her eyes reaching the bottom of the last page I made sure to raise my gaze upwards a little so that I wasn’t caught staring down her top. “Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!” Rachel cursed inside her head. “I was sure that I had found all the mistakes, how had he found all these extra ones? His reputation for having a very keen eye for detail must be true. How am I going to get myself out of this one? Is he mad at me? Is he going to fire me?” All these thoughts were racing around Rachel’s head, along with a multitude of others, some of which she wouldn’t have admitted to in public if you had asked her. Rachel looked up slowly, trying to get a read on the situation from Mr Smith’ face. “Damn, why does he have to be so good looking? No, stop it, be professional. Pull yourself together. They are just honest little mistakes that anyone could have made. It will take you ten minutes to correct them at most. Just be confident and tell him the truth”. She could still glean no more information from his face, beyond a little smile at the corners of his mouth and that could be for any multitude of reasons. “I……I…..I……I am sorry Sir. I thought I had checked the document thoroughly Sir. I don’t know how these mistakes could have slipped though Sir. I can correct them right away for you Sir,” Rachel stammered, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl that has been summoned to see the Headmaster. Sir! The word reverberates though my head like a magic spell that breaks a curse. My mind is racing with all of the possibilities and connotations that those three little letters arranged in that order bring with them. Could I run with those ideas? Would it be seen as some sort of abuse of power? I didn’t know, but I felt that I ought to play this out a little further, see where it took me, or us. “Now, now Miss Jones” I laughed, “there is no need to call me Sir.” She blushed at these words, feeling more embarrassed than ever. “You can call me Mr Smith, or if you like then you can call me James, seeing as that is my name.” A quizzical look flashed across Rachel’s eyes as she thought to herself, “Is he flirting with me? No, surely not! He is just pretending to be nice before he tells me off properly. Lulling me into a false sense of security. But there is nothing I can do, I am just going to have to go along for now.” “Thank you,” a slight pause before continuing a little less confidently, “James. I am truly sorry about the mistakes in the document, it will never, ever happen again, I can assure you of that.” Despite the hesitancy in Miss Jones’s words I could see a steely sense of determination in her eyes, along with something else hidden away, something altogether different, maybe even playful. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “in for a penny, in for a pound”. “That’s OK Miss Jones,” I said, looking her in the eyes, “mistakes do happen and I can see that your are sorry and that you will be able to correct these errors quite easily. However,” I paused to take a deep breath, “I do think that you deserve to be punished, so that you don’t make the same mistakes again”. Rachel blinked rapidly a couple of times as her brain processed what Mr Smith, James, had just said to her. Was he really suggesting what it seemed like he was suggesting? There certainly looked to be a twinkle in those dark eyes of his and a playful smile on his face. And there was now a warm sensation spreading between her legs at the thought of what he may mean. She blushed at her own thoughts. He was her boss!! But he was also damn cute and she had to admit to herself that the possibilities that his words hinted at excited her. “What do you mean Sir, I mean James?” she asked, trying to look innocent and hide the bubbling emotions within her. “Well why don’t you close the blinds to my office and we shall see won’t we,” I replied, fingers crossed under my desk that she didn’t just get up, slap me across the face and head straight down to HR to report me for inappropriate suggestions. I watched her mull the proposition over in her head for a few seconds before she got up, turned elegantly on her heels and headed towards the door. “Oh no, I’ve blown it,” my mind screamed to me, at the same time noticing the thin black seam running up the back of her tights or stockings and also the way that her arse wiggled delightfully from side to side as she took those few paces across the room. Those few steps seemed to take an eternity to Rachel as she weighed up her options. Was she black affronted by what had just been proposed to her? Or was she just shocked and surprised? What was actually being proposed, there had been nothing explicit in Mr Smith’ words, was she just reading things into them that she wanted to hear? Rachel reached out for the door handle and paused, turning round to look at Mr Smith sat in his big chair behind his big desk. He looked slightly scared to her now, almost as if he knew he had crossed an invisible line and that she now had the power as to what course events would take. This thought sent an extra tingle through her body. That desk and chair did look very ‘useful’. Rachel dropped her hand from the door handle and instead turned the knob that closed the blinds all around the office. She thought that she heard a sigh of relief emanating from the area where Mr Smith was, but she wasn’t sure. Turning around fully to face me Miss Jones dropped her gaze to the floor demurely and whispered, “How are you going to punish me, Sir?” all of the emphasis on the last word. I gulped, my throat suddenly dry. Was this really happening? Were all my dreams really coming true here in my office? There was only one way that I was going to find out. “Well, as you have been such a naughty girl I think that you should come and stand in front of my desk whilst I decide exactly how I am going to punish you for your misdemeanours.” My voice sounded funny in my own head, thick with lust at what was potentially going to happen. “Yes Sir. Of course Sir.” Miss Jones said quietly and slowly, almost knowingly made her way towards my desk, keeping her head bowed the whole time, allowing my eyes to roam up and down the vision of sexiness that was approaching me. Rachel stopped in front of the big desk, fighting the urge to look up and see what was happening. She had chosen this path and she was determined to carry it through now. Besides her heart was racing now at the naughtiness of the situation. Keeping her head down she just stood there, knowing that it was up to James now to set the agenda. She heard him push his chair back from the desk and the soft rustle of his suit as he stood up, knowing that it was a fluid, graceful movement from when she had studied him in the canteen. Of course that had all been a fantasy then, something to observe and dream about whilst eating a sandwich and exchanging gossip with her colleagues, now it was a living, breathing reality and she could sense him standing very close behind her, almost feel his warm breath on her neck. I stop right behind Miss Jones, inhaling in the subtle scent of her perfume that she must have applied looking in the bathroom mirror that morning. It suited her perfectly, light and sweet with a slight undertone of something rich and fruity. I want to reach out and grab her, pull her close to me and engulf myself in her being but I know that I must control myself. Leaning forward just a fraction I whisper in her ear “So what is your name, naughty girl?” “Rachel Sir”, comes back the reply, barely more than a whisper itself. “Well Rachel, you have been a very naughty girl, you do realise that don’t you?” “Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir.” “It’s a bit late to be sorry now Rachel. I am going to have to punish you for being so naughty. Do you want me to punish you?” I didn’t know where my own words were coming from but the whole situation was charged with a sexual energy and I was feeding off it. The same must have been true for Rachel as she replied, “Yes Sir. I am yours to punish as you see fit.” My cock gave a huge twitch at this reply, telling me that he knew of several different ways to punish this compliant lady in front of me. But he would have to wait his turn, I wanted to savour every minute beforehand. “I think you should bend forward you naughty girl, put your hands on my desk and present your delightful derriere to me to help me decide exactly how to punish you.” Barely had the words left my mouth and Rachel bent forward, the silky cloth of her skirt clinging to every seductive curve of her bottom and thighs, the combination of her high heels and the position tightening every muscle in her legs and buttocks into a vision of perfection. My eyes made their way up the backs of those legs, following the black seam. The skirt was tight and clingy but I couldn’t tell if that seam belonged to a pair of stockings or tights. I hoped that I would find out before too long. Raising my left hand I trailed it ever so slowly across the taut material covering both buttocks, sensing Rachel jump slightly at the first ever contact between us, like she had been subjected to an electric shock. “Mmmmmm, you keep yourself in very good shape Rachel, it almost seems a shame to have to spank such a perfectly shaped arse.” I heard a little gasp from Rachel, but this was quickly followed by, “Thank you Sir. You are very kind to say so Sir.” I couldn’t believe my own ears. Was that gasp of shock at my words or of anticipation of what I was suggesting? There was no way to tell beyond the fact that she had stayed perfectly in position and hadn’t stood up or moved in any way, still flaunting her backside at me. I used both hands now to stroke and caress the smooth curves, squeezing gently to assess just how firm my punishment should be. Not that I had any experience of this, it was all new to me. I decided quickly that I should take things gently, after all I had know way of knowing how Rachel was actually going to respond to anything I did. From where I was I couldn’t see her eyes closed in anticipation and the broad smile that she was wearing. I raised my hand and brought it down gently onto her right cheek, little more than a tap in reality. There was no reaction from Rachel at this first pat and so I did it again, this time allowing my hand to fall a slightly harder, just enough to that I could feel the slightest of tingles in my fingers immediately after they had made contact with the material. This time there was a definite reaction from Rachel, as she gave a soft moan and seemed to wiggle her bum at me. “So, you like that do you, you naughty girl? Do you want me to punish you harder?” I laughed. “Mmm, yes please Sir. I have been a very, very bad girl,” came the reply, coupled with an unmissable saucy wiggle of the arse straight in front of me. “Well, to punish you properly I think I need to remove this skirt, the material is getting in the way of my hand”, I said, as my hand came down again, a little harder again. “See what I mean?” The third slap caught Rachel a little by surprise and she couldn’t help herself but give a little squeal, of delight mixed with just a tiny bit of pain. All sorts of delicious thoughts were running round her head and she hoped that many of them were going to become reality. Realising what James had said to her she replied, “There is a zip at the side of the skirt Sir. Undoing that should help your punishment of me Sir.” Rachel felt James's hand leave where it had been resting on her bum and she tensed herself slightly, expecting to feel the sting as it made contact with her again. Instead there was a slight pause before she felt James’s fingers fumbling almost nervously with the top of the zip on her skirt. Maybe he is not quite as cool, calm and collected as he seems, Rachel thought to herself, just before she heard her zip being pulled down and felt the skirt falling from her waist and sliding down her legs. I took in the view before him and could barely breathe with excitement and the beauty of it. Rachel stood there in front of him, her skirt round her ankles as she leaned over the desk. I could now see that the thin black line on the backs of her legs did in fact belong to a pair of hold up stockings, which stopped three quarters of the way up Rachel’s thighs. The sheer black material contrasted with the soft creamy white skin the topped them, giving way to the curve of her bum cheeks. These were obstructed slightly from my view by where the blouse had fallen over them, and so I lifted the bottom of Rachel’s blouse and placed it up her back. Now I could fully appreciate the curves of her delectable arse, encased in the silk of her knickers, a little area of pink skin fading quickly from where my hand had last made contact. “Is this how you normally dress?” I asked, knowing what answer I was hoping for. Rachel didn’t answer, merely nodded her head several times. “Damn,” I replied, “I may have to inspect you again at further dates in the future, just to make sure that you are not being a naughty girl and telling me lies.” “Yes Sir,” Rachel responded, her cheeks flushing with excitement at the thought that this may not be just a one off. Her cheeks flushed for a different reason just a few seconds later as James trailed the fingers off one hand lightly up the back of her right thigh, his finger tips barely making contact with the warm flesh there, sending little sparks of electricity and excitement around her whole body. In this position she couldn’t see where his hand was going and so her other senses were heightened as she wished his hand would explore her body further. It was almost as if James could read her mind as she felt his fingers slowly making their way to the inside of her thigh and then heading upwards. I knew that I was supposed to be punishing Rachel but the pretence of this being anything unpleasant had disappeared long ago. Now I wanted this to be about pleasure, both my own and also Rachel’s. I longed to give her the greatest pleasure of her life, right her and now in my office, within no more than ten feet of people passing by doing their jobs, oblivious to what we may be up to. My fingers finally made contact with the satin material of Rachel’s knickers, rubbing along it a little, feeling the slipperiness of the material beneath my touch. I looked down as I saw Rachel subtly opening her legs a little wider, an unspoken invitation to keep on going. This was one invite that I was never going to pass up and my hand slid between her legs, sensing the warmth radiating from there. My fingers traced their way along the outline of Rachel’s pussy lips through the thin fabric and warmth was not all I could feel, her knickers were most definitely very moist. I wasn’t the only one in the room who was hugely turned by the situation. As I ran my fingers back towards me Rachel pushed backwards so that I pressed more firmly against her, forcing her knickers and the tips of two fingers to slide into her. I took a step back and planted a firm slap on her left cheek, the sound echoing around the room. We both froze, partly in shock and partly in fear that someone would have heard the noise and would come in to investigate the source of it. The seconds passed and no-one came through the door and we both relaxed and breathed out, not even having realised that we had both been holding our breath. I leaned forward and whispered in Rachel’s ear “Now, now you naughty girl! You shouldn’t do that; I am in charge of what punishment you receive today. You understand me don’t you?” “Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir. I don’t know what came over me, erm, I mean I don’t know what happened Sir. I got a little bit carried away. I hope that you won’t hold it against me Sir,” the words tumbling out of Rachel’s mouth in a rush. “That’s OK Miss Jones, if you behave yourself from now onwards and do exactly as I say, when I say it.” “Yes Sir, I shall follow your every instruction to the letter.” “Good! Now take off those lovely knickers, slowly,” I commanded. Rachel was good to her word and did exactly as she was bid, hooking her thumbs into the thin elastic band and very slowly pulling it down, over the firm flesh of her cheeks, wiggling her arse as she did so to help the passage. James stood transfixed at the sight, his eyes drinking in every detail as it was gradually revealed to him. Once her knickers were onto her thighs Rachel let them drop and they slid gracefully down her legs to land on top of her skirt. “Now step out of them and turn to face me,” the words sending shivers through Rachel’s body. She knew that she had agreed to obey every word but could she really turn and face her boss like this, her most intimate parts there on display for him to see? As she turned around modesty got the better of her and she let her hands drop downwards until once she was facing James she was managing to maintain her dignity. “Did I say that you were to cover yourself in up any way young lady?” James asked. It was all Rachel could do to shake her head whilst still looking downwards. She didn’t want James to be able to see her face and into her eyes, to read her desire to be made to move her hands and reveal everything. James didn’t have to be able to see her face though to be able to guess what Rachel wanted. “Then move those hands away, use them to unbutton your blouse,” I ordered, trying not to stare too much at the shaven delight that had been brought into view as Rachel started to unbutton her blouse, starting at the bottom and working her way upwards. As each button was opened more and more of Rachel’s body was revealed and I was loving every square centimetre of it. Rachel had a delightful body, not all skin and bone, but with curves in all the right places. Her skin soft and smooth and very strokeable looking. I wanted to run my hands all over it. As the last button of he blouse was undone it fell open and my mouth nearly fell open too. For what was revealed was the most gorgeous pair of boobs I had ever seen in my life, encase in silky black material, pushing them together to create a valley from the heavens. Rachel glanced up at this point and seeing the look on James’s face smiled inwardly to herself. I think he likes what he sees. He had better do though, this bra cost a fortune. Every penny well spent hopefully. “Does Sir like what he can see?” Rachel asked, knowing full well what his answer would be. Now she couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across her face as she asked the question. It was James’s turn to not be able to answer, just nodding vigorously. Rachel could help but notice that it wasn’t the only thing that could be described as vigorous, there certainly seem to have been some growing going on within James’s trousers, the bulge was plain to see. For a few seconds they both stood there just like that, each looking the other up and down and enjoying what they could see. If I can have that effect on him without us really even touching each other then imagine what would happen if this was a lot more than looking Rachel thought to herself. Eventually James regained his composure, and his voice. “Lift yourself up and sit of the edge of my desk.” I AM SORRY RACHEL – I HAVE RUN OUT OF TIME TO FINISH THIS – YOU WILL HAVE TO USE YOUR IMAGINATION FOR THE REST. |
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Let us know what you think - did it get you hot or not? 
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Wow!!! Has anybody actually read that lot???
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No idea - that's why we were looking for comments - to see if people had read it and if they liked it
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haha you tease 
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