Sanders - Spanked by the Boss: Lesbian BDSM Erotica

Spanked By The Boss

Lesbian BDSM Erotica

Kelly Sanders

Copyright 2014 Kelly Sanders

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As a high-priced and expertly skilled lawyer with my own private practice, Im sure you can imagine the wealth of paper work that I would get through on a daily basis. It was important to keep on top of the endless contracts and legal documents that flowed through the office every day and so it was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to my secretary of five years, Amy. She had been an excellent worker who never once failed to have the correct papers ready for my endless meetings, tribunals and hearings. Sadly, she had gotten herself knocked up and since her husband earned more than enough to support their whole family, she had decided to quit work to look after their child. This left me in a bit of a quandary as I needed the transition to my new secretary to be as smooth as possible. Thankfully, after a short round of interviews I came across Lucy, a young, aspiring writer who was looking for an admin job to support her humble life. After impressing during her interview, I offered her the job on the spot. It had everything to do with her excellent resume and the results of her aptitude test, and absolutely nothing to do with her fine, perky ass - or at least that what I tried to convince myself was the truth.

In fact, although she did indeed possess all of the required skills to handle the job, I couldnt deny that she was incredibly beautiful. Fresh out of college with her English degree under her arm, her glee at finding her first real job was almost infectious. I say almost, as the many years of practicing law had left me with something of a sour temperament, but as the first few weeks passed by she managed to elicit a few smirks with her quips and light hearted attitude. She was a little shorter than me with a much slimmer frame and although her bust was hidden away beneath her loose blouses, I could tell that she was packing a beautiful pair of young, supple breasts. Her frizzy blonde hair reached down to her shoulder blades and her serene blue eyes were so hypnotic that I had to fight the urge to dream about her during out meetings. I never once let on that I might be attracted to her, though. For one, it would have been wholly inappropriate given that she was both my employee and more than a decade my junior, but also I had no idea if she shared my lesbian persuasion. I knew that my fantasies would have to remain locked away inside my mind and could only be unleashed once I was alone in my bed at night.

Still, despite her gleaming smile and wide-eyed enthusiasm, there was a darker side to her that I would only encounter some months later. She had proven herself to be an excellent secretary and a worthy successor to Amy, about whom I had almost forgotten. Whereas I tended to bring a packed lunch into the office so I didnt have to leave the building, she would often venture out to the various sandwich shops across the way and would be gone for a solid half hour. There was nothing unusual about this routine, but then one day something happened that would change the dynamic of our working and personal relationships completely. I had just finished eating my sandwich and walked out into the waiting room where her desk was situated, along with a few comfy chairs for my clients to sit on while they waited for their appointments. The place was empty, as was generally the case at lunch times, but then as I tossed my screwed up brown paper bag into the bin, I heard a curious buzzing sound. At first I thought it was some drilling from the floor below, which was being renovated as a dentists surgery, but then as I turned to walk back into my office I noticed the sparkling silver trim of her mobile phone. She had left it on her desk by accident while she went out for lunch. I ignored it, choosing to go back into my office. However, as I sat down, a terribly naughty idea consumed my mind.

I stood back up and tiptoed out to her desk again, where the phone lay silently waiting for her to return. I had always harboured a deviant sexual curiosity and the idea of rooting through someones belongings was a dirty thrill that couldnt be matched. I stared at the phone and wondered what might be contained on its memory. Deep down I suspected that a cute young thing like her would be completely spotless and would never have taken any kind of saucy snaps. She didnt strike me a slut and my own phone contained nothing of the sort either. Maybe Im just being perverted, I thought. Regardless, I couldnt resist the temptation and quickly picked up the device to cradle in my hand. I walked over to the window in my office and peered down onto the street. There she was; queuing for a Panini at one of the busy stalls in the courtyard below. I had at least a few minutes to spare, so I began to tap at the screen to access her messages. There was nothing particularly obscene in the first few dozen, so I paused and checked outside the window again. She was still there, checking her watch as she slowly inched forward in the queue. I felt like I was in a spy movie. Little did I know that it was going to turn into an entirely different genre altogether.

I tapped the screen to open her picture folder. Initially I could see nothing of interest and when I saw that she had amassed several hundred snaps I balked at the thoughts of perusing them all and decided to just check a few more. Then it appeared on screen, the photo that would completely change my impression of young Lucy. I couldnt believe what I was seeing; her naked body tied up with ropes around her arms and legs, forced to kneel before some mystery woman who was dressed up in a tight black PVC cat suit. It sent a chill down my spine to think that she would be involved in that sort of thing. I had never really understood the appeal of that kind of kinky behaviour, but as I stood there slowly thumbing my way through the next few photographs I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused by the second. Without even realising it, I moved my free hand down between my thighs and began to nudge at my tight skirt, pressing the tips of my fingers onto my pussy as I tried to satisfy the increasing tingle of my clitoris. My hands were trembling and as I heard the clatter of her footsteps making their way down the corridor outside, I realised that I had been drooling over her saucy snaps for far too long. I placed the phone back down on the table and rushed into my office just in time to watch her returning to her seat, completely oblivious to the appalling invasion of her privacy that had just occurred.