"Oh please, Fred," I whispered, my voice husky with desire, "I saw how much you enjoyed being spanked last night. I'd love to do that for you. Please let me."

"No," he replied. His eyes revealed the panic which was flooding through his body. "You said it yourself: we'll get caught. Anyone could come in. Roberts, anyone. I can't. My pension. Risk. I can't risk it."

"That's what I tried to tell you, tiger. You have to be careful. You see? What you need is a secretary." I walked over to him slowly, wiggling my hips as seductively as I could. Pulling him to his feet, I unbuttoned his trousers, tugged at the zip and let them fall to his feet. He made no effort to stop me. "A secretary," I continued. "Someone to sit outside. Watch over your office. Make sure you're not interrupted. When you're busy." I tugged at his underpants, heaving them over his erect cock, and dropped them to his knees, leaving him standing, naked from the waist.

"No," he said automatically, but he was making no resistance.

"Yes, you do. Seriously. Right now, this second: Roberts could walk in here. Think about it: dismissal, no pension: what kind of retirement is that going to be for you and Monica?" Another good line, I thought: bring his wife into it, increase his sense of guilt. "You can't take the risk, Fred. All you need is a good, discreet secretary to guard the office and you're free. A desk right outside the door and she'll be able to stop anyone from entering when you don't want it. When you're engaged, as it were. Like we are now, big boy. Sensible, isn't it? You wouldn't want to be caught like this, would you?"

He groaned. "Please don't."

"Come off it, Fred, you want me to do this, don't you?" I reached down and grabbed his erect cock. "See? How much proof do you need?" He sighed but didn't reply. I stretched him over his desk and he gripped the edges without demur. He was mine. I pressed on. "I even know the perfect person." Standing back, I swung hard and smashed my palm onto his arse. He yelped, his knees buckling and his body pressing forward against the desk. "Just think about it Fred, while I spank your little bottom: Jack Roberts could walk through that door any second." I spanked him again, the noise reverberating around the room. "It's a frightening thought, isn't it? Probably takes a little of the edge off the excitement, doesn't it? Not too much, though, I hope. I want to keep my little spank-tiger happy, don't I?" Spank-tiger? Where on earth did that expression come from? I quite liked it, though. "But it's not a problem, is it? Or at least it won't be, soon. All you need is a secretary outside, and you're free to do whatever you want in here. Free to have fun with Maria. And me. Free to have your little botty spanked, you naughty boy. That'll be nice, won't it, Freddie-chops?"

"No 3;"

"Oh Freddie, don't be such a rude boy. I'm disappointed in you. Of course it's fun. How dare you?" I spanked him again, and again, alternating between his left and right cheeks, confounding his insolence with a series of increasingly severe blows. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do, just to help you, even if you were rude to me: I'm going to phone her now, okay?"

"No!" he yelled. "You can't: not just now!"

"Why ever not?"

"Not like this."

"What, when you're getting your little botty smacked, you mean? Heavens, tiger, she'll have to get used to that if she comes to work here. She'll probably want to do it, too, I expect. She's a bit of a minx, Carina. That'd be okay, wouldn't it? You wouldn't mind if your new secretary spanked you sometimes?"

"No, no, no," he sobbed. Poor dear, I knew he had neither the wit nor the courage to extricate himself from this mess. Without pausing, I spanked him again, picked up the receiver and dialled my home number. After a brief pause the other end crackled into life.

"Carina? Hi there, it's Harriet. Yes, fine thanks, and you? Haven't seen you in ages." Carina and I continued our rehearsed small talk for some minutes, while I inflicted a series of increasingly forceful swipes on Fred's fast-reddening arse. He had given up protesting by now, his head flattened against the desk, fingers gripping the edges, buttocks clenching against the barrage of blows directed against them. Knowing that I was holding an ordinary telephone conversation with another woman while I spanked his bare arse - something which the other woman would undoubtedly be able to hear - must have been unbearable for him, particularly given that he couldn't understand how the situation had arisen in the first place. How quickly a boring Customer Services Manager can fall from grace 3;

"Listen," I said to Carina at length. "I think I've got a job for you. Yes, excellent salary - name your price, in fact. I was thinking in the region of, say, £30,000? What, 35? Yes, okay, that'd be no problem." Fred groaned and I punished his indiscretion with another stinging blow, a livid imprint of my hand glowing crimson against the tortured background of his arse. "What as? Secretary. No, no, not just typing and crap. A special secretary, senior secretary, the type who need to be discreet, know what I mean?" I swiped Fred again, holding the receiver close to his arse so Carina could hear it properly. "Who for? His name's Fred. Nice guy, you'll like him. Hold on, he's here. It's him I've been spanking all the while we've been talking. Yes, that's what the noise was. Yes, absolutely! You should see his arse. Crimson, pure crimson. Oh dear, so's his face, now. That'll be the embarrassment. Never mind, he'll get used to it, I expect."

I spanked him again and again. Leaning over, I whispered in his ear. "There you are, Freddie, this is Carina on the line. Carina's your new secretary. Why don't you offer her the job formally?"

He was breathing heavily, his brow awash with sweat and cheeks red. I spanked him again while he pondered his decision. It didn't take long. Slowly, sadly, he nodded. I held the phone to his mouth and gave him an extra hard spank, causing him to groan loudly into the receiver.

"Carina?" he said. "My name's Fred. I'd like to offer you the job as my secretary." There was a pause. "What?" The pause was repeated, this time longer, colder, more dramatic. Fred sighed, and I fancy a tear escaped from the corner of his eye. He nodded his head.

"Yes," he said into the mouthpiece, "you'll be able to spank me, too."