the way into his office, William introduced Laura to his new secretary, Damaris Perez, a petite New Yorker, who’d graduated with honors from the best business college in Boston. With black hair and a patrician complexion, Damaris displayed her charming figure in a smart suit with a peplum jacket, nipped waist, straight skirt and 4”
heels. She had a sensuous mouth, wore her long hair in a French roll and painted her fingernails dark red.
“Like her?” Williams asked, once they were alone. She nodded. “I thought you’d admire her taste,” he went on. “Though any girl who wears her skirts that tight and short, clearly deserves to be spanked. Don’t you think?”
“That depends on the girl,” Laura replied.
“Have you brought the sketches?”
Laura presented her work for her husband to approve.
“You’re a good girl,” he told her. “And since you’ve been so agreeable today, you may have a reward.”
“A reward?” Her response was wary. This was an unusual word on his lips.
“Yes. I’ve decided that I’m going to let you play with Hugo after all. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Don’t bother answering, I know you.”
“But this morning you said —”
“I changed my mind.”
Laura wondered if this had something to do with the new secretary, who appeared the perfect size and shape to fit across her husband’s knee.
“You have my permission to go crazy on Halloween. But just on Halloween,” William told her.
When Damaris Perez put her phone down, William Random appeared at her shoulder, impatient for her words. “Well?”
“He’ll be right over,” his new secretary replied, loudly clicking her gum. William scrutinized the girl with irritation through his first pair of glasses, which were heavy and uncomfortable.
“All right Damaris,” he said. “Send Detective Flagg in as soon as he arrives.”
“‘Kay,” she replied, with a snap of her gum, starting to dial the phone.
“Hang up, young lady, “William told her suddenly. “Sit up straight when I’m talking to you and get rid of the gum.”
“Did I do something wrong?” she was mystified but obeyed both commands.
“Yes. You came to work today. These new glasses need adjusting and they’re making me cranky.”
“Are they magnifying my faults?”
“They’re allowing me to see that your comportment leaves a lot to be desired.”
“I’m sorry. What can I do?” Damaris wasn’t taking this seriously and gave him a saucy smile.
“You can start by buttoning that jacket properly. You should also be wearing a shirt under it.”
“It’s too tight.”
“Of course it is, you’re wearing it.”
Damaris sobered, her dark eyes glittering. Her pert bosom heaved as she fumbled with the chunky buttons of her glove-tight princess cut jacket. Her long red nails slowed her down.
William adjusted his glasses, folded his arms and began to lecture her sternly. But she only saw his body without hearing his words. She had been distracted by it all day.
William strode up and down while reminding her of the many privileges she enjoyed as his secretary. Her salary, car and apartment were mentioned in turn. Damaris covered her fluttering heart with her tiny hands.
Almost certain she was going to be fired; her full red lower lip began to quiver. But William was expanding on his theme and did not notice. “It isn’t your work I’m complaining about,” he went on. “It’s the way you look and act, the way you flirt with my clients and fraternize with my employees. Oh yes - I’ve actually seen you out in back, behind the warehouse, getting high with the boys. You behave more like a shipping clerk than an executive secretary.”
“So,” she ventured timidly, “am I on probation?”
“Is that what you’d suggest? I was thinking more in terms of a good spanking.”
“What did you say?” asked Damaris deliberately, unconsciously clutching her stomach, where she’d felt a sharp stab, then a rush.
“I said that you deserve a good spanking. And if that detective weren’t due any second you’d get one right now. All right, make your phone call. But remember what I said.” William advised, then disappeared into his office.
Detective Flagg arrived in due course and remained closeted in William’s office for a half hour. Damaris was standing at the window, staring out at the rain falling softly on the woods that surrounded the building when the two men emerged.
“Don’t forget to call me,” William urged Michael Flagg, who was in no hurry to be ushered out. Damaris leaning on the windowsill, with her curvaceous bottom, so prettily outlined by a tight merino skirt, had captured his entire attention.
She quickly straightened up as the men walked through the office, and remained at attention until the detective was gone.
“Having your wife followed?” Damaris teased.
“You’d better not be so fresh or you’ll get that spanking yet,” William warned, but turned his back on her too quickly to notice her shudder.
The next afternoon it was raining again. It was a slow day and the phones had hardly rung. At around three, Damaris wandered into William’s office without an official reason. He was reading through some tiresome correspondence he’d already postponed far too long.
Although he hardly noticed her enter, William couldn’t fail to acknowledge her presence when Damaris boldly perched her pert bottom on his desk, and began to swing her daintily shod foot. He stared at her with wonder, her nerve rendering him temporarily speechless.
Damaris smiled, batted her lashes, then blew an enormous pink bubble at him with the huge wad of gum in her mouth. William threw his pen down and leaned back in his chair.
“Young lady, didn’t you hear a thing I told you yesterday?”
“Boss, are you a pervert?” she asked ingenuously.
“What sort of question is that? And does this look like a chair?” He thumped the desktop.
“Three times yesterday you mentioned spanking me,” she reminded him. William pushed his correspondence aside. Suddenly she had his full attention.
“There’s nothing perverse about that,” William told her. “That’s what you do with a brat.”
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