Chapter 4: The Secretary and the Lawyer

“You’re late, Miss Tillotson,” growled Jonathon Abbott when his secretary returned from lunch. She quickly grabbed her steno pad and stood at attention before him.

“I’m so sorry, sir. My mother’s doctor appointment was interrupted by an emergency. We had to wait until the doctor had stitched up some inconsiderate child who was struck by a baseball bat in school. Of course, after the doctor finally returned to deal with Mother, she was cranky with hunger. Before I could take her home, I had to feed her. There was a street closure on Franklin Avenue on my way back and the detour was backed up with traffic. I did try to return on time, Mr. Abbott.”

“You talk too much,” Abbott snorted. “Bring your pad into my office. I may have to take matters in hand if you are not attentive.”

“Oh! Yes, sir.”

Maggie liked this game. Her boss could be forceful when he chose to be. She had to aggravate him to make him take control, though. She followed him into the inner office and shut the door behind her. After a moment’s hesitation, she flipped the latch for privacy.

“Take a letter. Dear Mr. Haversham, We are in receipt of your correspondence of five February, listing several supposed offenses of our client Neil Clemson. We find the allegations to be spurious. If you even knew Mr. Clemson you would know at once how impossible it would be for my client to have acted in such a manner. I encourage you to investigate with your client to be sure the correct person has been implicated. I will await your withdrawal of these accusations.”

“Um...”

“Read back the last sentence.”

“We are in receipt ... When was it, sir?” Maggie read back. Her shorthand wasn’t really so poor that she couldn’t keep up with him, but what fun would that be?

“Honestly, Miss Tillotson! Are you hard of hearing? Come closer. Yes, closer still. Sit. Right here.”

“On your knee, sir?”

“If you do not shape up, you will find yourself lying across my knee. How would you like that?”

“I should think it would be an interesting position to take dictation in,” Maggie said, concealing her smile.

“We shall see how interesting you find it when I am spanking your derriere. Now, stop squirming. Continue the dictation. We are in receipt of your correspondence of five February, listing several supposed offenses of our client Neil Clemson. Did you get that this time, Miss Tillotson?”

“F-e-b-r-u-a-r-y. Is that right, sir?”

“What am I going to do with you, Miss Tillotson? You are slovenly in appearance, ignorant of time, and can’t take decent dictation. Why do I keep you around my office?”

“I brighten your day, sir? Is that why?”

“You brighten my day, much the way I am going to brighten your bottom. I am sorry I must enforce this discipline. Stand up and remove your skirt and bloomers.”

“Sir! You want me to undress? That is so naughty.”

“You are a naughty girl, and I want to be sure you feel your punishment. It does no good to spank a recreant through her clothes. Quickly now. We have already wasted half the afternoon.”

“Yes, sir.” Maggie set her steno pad on the desk and unzipped her skirt. Mr. Abbott was getting right down to business today. She hoped he didn’t finish prematurely as had happened on occasion. She shimmied out of her panties and stood before him naked from the waist down.

“Now lie across my lap so I can reach you without straining myself,” he said.

Maggie positioned herself properly. She was quite used to this game and was excited to play. And when Mr. Abbott punished her, he was always contrite afterward and she could have almost anything she wanted. He petted her bottom as she wiggled in his lap.

“The perfect heart shape of your backside reminds me that this is Valentine’s Day. How sad to have to punish you on such a special day.” He brought his hand down on her left cheek with a loud crack. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Tillotson.”

“Thank you, Mr. Abbott. Please correct my misbehavior with as many spanks as you wish.” The problem was that Abbott often quit after just four or five swats. That was barely getting Maggie warmed up. But she could feel his arousal under her already. He swatted again.

“I suspect you do not have a mother to take to the doctor on Wednesdays,” he said as he petted her soft skin, then swatted her again. “You meet a lover, do you not? That is why you are always late getting back to the office.”

“Oh, no, sir! How could you think I am so crass? I’m a good girl, sir.”

“Good?” he swatted her again.

“Except for being a little naughty, sir. I’m innocent as a babe. Check and you will see that I am unsullied.” Thankfully, Abbott would ignore there being no evidence that she was virginal. He had to—he’d been in her enough times himself. Of course, he might be so ignorant of female physiology that he couldn’t tell, or thought things grew back together each time.

“I will check, and if you are lying to me, I will double your punishment.”

“Oh, please, sir! I mean no, sir. I know nothing of the ways of men.”