Back to the office on Monday morning; the usual bra, stockings and suspender belt with a skirt suit. As usual, Miss Chantelle seated at my desk, waiting for me to kneel and beg to greet her properly. Once I had finished French kissing her arsehole, I went for the coffee. As I was getting it, the young secretary, Janice, came in. Nudging me, she said, "Get me one too, while you're there, Jo." Then, with a giggle, "You didn...

Miss Susan's exams were now upon us and I kept out of her way, while she revised before each one, just doing the housework and laundry, making sure she was comfortable. In the office, I was now completely accustomed to finding Miss Chantelle seated at my desk when I arrived. I now had to kneel before the desk and beg to be allowed to greet her properly, at which she rounded the desk, hiked her skirt and bent over to expos...

Pulling my car into the garage underneath my apartment building, I reflected on the previous week. Miss Chantelle had been ruthless in imposing her authority on me, I had been supervised by an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl and had, in fact, served her. Changing from my driving shoes into my heels, I took my luggage and went to the lift. Opening the door to the apartment and entering, the bells on my clit ring jingling, Mis...

Miss Susan had been delighted when Miss Chantelle told her that she and I had to visit my current clients to close out the merger and that we would be staying in a hotel for the week. She was of the opinion that a week with Miss Chantelle would be good for my attitude and behaviour. Over the course of the week, I knew they had been talking on the phone, but I had no idea what they were discussing. In the meantime, Miss Ch...

Waking up on Monday morning, my arse still burning from the deserved caning I had received from Miss Chantelle, I hurried to prepare Miss Susan's breakfast, wondering and marvelling at what I'd got myself into; effectively I had become a slave to a nineteen-year-old law student, and I had just been thoroughly caned by my twenty-four-year-old PA. Taking Miss Susan her breakfast in bed, she had me turn to show her my arse....

The following morning I awoke between Miss Susan and Miss Chantelle with my arse absolutely on fire; Miss Chantelle had spared nothing with my caning. As I stirred, Miss Chantelle awoke, smiling at me as her hand felt the weals on my arse. I groaned and she told me that I had better get used to it as she was a disciplinarian; as though the pain in my arse hadn't already let me know that! As she got out of bed and headed f...

Friday rolled around and it was with some trepidation that I went into the office. Passing through the outer office to my own where Miss Chantelle was already seated behind my desk, exuding an air of absolute authority. Lowering my eyes, I said, "Good morning Miss Chantelle." She told me to put down my attache case and handbag and go to get the coffee. Obeying the instruction, on my return, she pushed back the chair sligh...

After my caning, Miss Susan hugged me tight, telling me I was a good girl for taking my punishment so well. My legs were shaking and I felt like I'd never be able to sit again. The shop owner, who had introduced herself as Alice, congratulated Miss Susan, saying she would wrap the cane for her. Miss Susan said she'd like to look around and see if there was anything else that took her fancy. By the time she had finished, I...

I was now settling in to my new role of pleasing Miss Susan and was also getting used to Chantelle's winks and comments in the office. I was no longer so concerned about wearing stockings and suspender belt under my shorter skirts, even though the breeze on my bald, knickerless pussy served to remind me of my position. By now I had had my second visit to Miss Christine at the beauty shop; my pierced nipples were progressi...

On the Monday morning, I awoke earlier than usual, my nipples throbbing from the piercing and my mound still stinging from the waxing. I showered, applied lotion to my mound, and treated my nipples with saline solution, before taping gauze over them. Looking at myself in the mirror, as I donned the lacy bra, I shook my head, wondering what I was doing; a woman of forty-five dressing for a nineteen-year-old student. Acknow...

My mind was in a whirl after Miss Susan left; what had I let myself in for? I realised that I really knew nothing about her and that she looked really young. I assured myself that she had to be at least eighteen to have been in the club, but should a woman of forty-five be in a relationship with someone that young? Thinking about it, I realised that she absolutely did excite me and that I craved her attention. I spent the...

At the age of forty-five, I was made a partner in the corporate law firm where I worked. This involved a move to head office on the other side of the country. Of course, I had visited head office before, but moving there, where I knew no one, was a daunting prospect. I did wonder if it might be the opportunity to meet my dream partner, but I had no idea how to go about it. As one of the senior lawyers, I had mentored inte...