This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Not an Original Plot
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
"Elizabeth! Would you come in here, please?"
I grabbed my shorthand book, went into his office, and sat down on the carefully placed chair in front of his desk. He'd spent a great deal of time finding and selecting that low chair. The height was just as he wanted; the perfect secretary's chair.
I crossed my legs, showing the top of my stocking at the underside of my thigh. His eyes gleamed. The dork thought I didn't know. That stocking-top is the main reason he keeps me. My shorthand and typing are lousy.
"Liz," he said portentously. "I've bought you a fur coat."
"Oh, thank you Mr Perkins," I simpered.
"Oh, by the way," he said in an exaggerated casual voice. "May I mention; your knickers are coming down."
I stood up, pushed my fingers down the waist-band of my skirt, and felt the elastic of my Sloggis. "No they're not," I said.
Deadpan, he replied, "Well in that case I'll take the coat back."
I gave the sort of laugh that Chandler Bing gives to his boss's jokes. It was Monday, and we always go through the fur coat sketch on Mondays. Sometimes, if I'm feeling charitable, I push my hand under my skirt to feel if my knickers are coming down, thereby giving him a glimpse of stocking top. I was not in a charitable mood today.
He dictated his letter, and I took it in for signature. "Well slap my ass and call me baldy," he said. "No typos! You're slipping!"
I did my Janet in Friends laugh. The perfect foil, me.
Then it came to me, the inspiration, I mean. Intensely I said, "I'd like to."
He looked at me to see if I was kidding.
"Er..."
"Yes! It would be fun. Get your pants down."
He was unsure of himself now. He was supposed to make the jokes.
"Would you do that?" he asked.
"If you gave me a rise."
"Well, it would give me a rise," he said.
We kicked spanking jokes around for three weeks.
I deliberately returned his letters with typos. No reaction whatsoever! In desperation, I hinted that he should slap my bottom for every mistake. Even now he believes it was his idea! But it was his idea to pull my knickers down after I'd bent over his desk. At least one spark of initiative.
We're married now. Happy too. We often resort to play-time for our spanking sessions, he the strict boss, me the lousy secretary.
How did I hook him? Easy. I got the idea from a Valerie Meilong's story, the one called Two At The Price Of One , the one where they argued whether it was Age-play or Edge. Somehow, his wife got a note to say that on Friday evening she'd see something interesting going on in the office. She caught me literally with my pants down, him enjoying spanking me. The divorce was swift.
Some time later, he popped the question.
We're happy together; honest.
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 14 August 2003
Reviews
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
A nice little recursive story on another, earlier SSC entry, and also on the film of the year, Secretary. I did have one little problem with the plot though. In the middle of the story and verbal jousting, she decided to up the ante a notch and move from just verbal sexual harassment to serious flirting. He was rather taken aback and the negotiations continued for another three weeks. My plot problem is that she suggested that she top him and then she spent the next three weeks cajoling him to spank her! Never again was the F/M angle mentioned, and clearly M/F is what she wants. Him, I'm not so sure about.
«Then it came to me, the inspiration, I mean. Intensely I said, "I'd like to." / He looked at me to see if I was kidding. / "Er..." / "Yes! It would be fun. Get your pants down." / He was unsure of himself now. He was supposed to make the jokes. / "Would you do that?" he asked.»
Why was the suggestion made in the first place? Did the author really mean for it to read that she was inviting him to spank her, rather than the other way round as it actually reads? I think the author goofed here rather than deliberately trying to throw us a curve.
The story could be quite interesting regardless of which direction it went, but this section introduced a dead end left turn that added nought but confusion. In fact, I think taking that left turn all the way and playing off our preconceived notions based on the film would have been even more interesting that the route chosen, but that is just IMHO.
Redhawk <redhawk(at)screaminet(dot)com>
Even though I dislike adult stories, (I prefer kid/parent scenarios) this is an especially well written story and does a very good job. I"m impressed by it and that is saying a lot from me. So I give it a good rating.
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
The borrowings from Secretary are obvious and forgiven; the jokey banter adds to the mix very appealingly. This is a funny and oddly sweet little story. It's not a story that signifies too much, but it leaves a nice glow behind it, and that's worth a lot. Oh, and the meta-level ending is a pleasingly characteristic VM signature.