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't get into trouble when you got home on Friday did you?"
I had automatically poured her coffee, not even noticing the familiarity or realising that it had been more of an instruction than a request, as I replied, laughing, "No, not at all, Janice, I had a late pass."
"It was nice to see you have a few drinks and stay," she said. "The shorter skirts you've started wearing suit you and I noticed that you were wearing stockings and suspenders." Nudging me again, she asked, "Do you always wear them? "
What is it with young ladies that they always get me so flustered? Blushing bright red, I replied that I did.
"No need to blush," she said, winking at me. "Thanks for the coffee." As she left, she tapped me on the arse, saying, "See you later."
Returning to my office, I told Miss Chantelle what had transpired. Laughing, she asked me what kind of a message I had given her by saying I had a late pass. Too late to do anything about it now, but she said she would sound Janice out about her thoughts.
At lunch time, I went to fetch sandwiches for myself and Miss Chantelle and, on returning, went to the kitchen to get our drinks, only to find Janice already there. She looked at the sandwiches, saying, "Oh, Chantelle was right, Jo. You really are a good girl! She is so lucky to have you as her boss." With that, she left, giving me a firm slap on the arse this time.
Telling Miss Chantelle about it, I asked her what she knew of Janice. Laughing, she said that Janice obviously had my measure and that she had joined from secretarial college and was now twenty-one. She also said that she would talk to her, bearing in mind my position at the company.
Later, once I was home, I told Miss Susan about it. Of course, she laughed as well, saying that she ought to meet Janice, adding, as an afterthought, Aaliyah too.
She told me that as exams were now over, she would be going to stay with her parents for a couple of weeks before she started work, but that we were going to the Student Union end of term fancy dress disco on Saturday night. Then I would be driving her to her parents on the following Friday evening and staying the weekend.
When I arrived at the office on Tuesday morning, I greeted Miss Chantelle in the usual way and she told me that she had spoken to Janice and that our secret was safe there. Unsurprisingly, when I went to make the coffee, Janice was already there. She looked up as I entered and, without thinking, I said, "Good morning, Miss Janice."
"Good morning, Jo," she said, "I do like that respectful greeting. Chantelle tells me that your Miss Susan would love to meet me. I'm looking forward to it! I would like a BLT sandwich at lunchtime." There it was; I was now really playing with fire. Not just my PA, but also one of the junior secretaries to obey.
It was also time for my monthly waxing visit to the beauty salon. There was far less hair to remove these days and it was no longer as painful. Once that was done, she had put my feet up on the table, so she could inspect my labia piercings. Explaining that they were now fully healed, she had to replace them for Miss Susan. I could feel something of a larger diameter being forced through one and then the other, followed by a click.This was repeated for the other four piercings and I wondered what it was. Before I left, Miss Christine handed me a box, saying it was for Miss Susan.
When I got home, I handed Miss Christine the box and she clapped her hands in glee, telling me to take my skirt off, so she could see. "That looks perfect," she said, "have you seen?"
I had to admit that I had not, so she had me sit, while she fetched a mirror so that I could see myself. There were three little silver padlocks holding my labia together and Miss Susan now had the keys. I was sent to hang my clothes up, told to put my bells on the longer chain and attach them to my clit ring and to return in five inch heels.
Once my clothes were away, I attached my bells and put my shoes on, the height of the heels forcing my hips forward and lifting my breasts up, returning to the living room with my hips swaying and the bells jingling. Miss Susan gave a broad smile as she watched, telling me to stand in front of her with my legs apart. "Yes, I do like those padlocks," she said, "now I really do own you and you'll need to take a key for Chantelle."
With that, she stood, me towering over her in my heels, slapped my arse hard and told me to follow her to the bedroom. Once there, she clamped my nipples, my labia and my clit; grinning widely at my grimaces, she proceeded to chain them all together, my nipples stretched downwards and my genitalia stretched upwards. She then directed me walking about the apartment with regular swats from her riding crop; painful would be an understatement, but I have to admit that it was extremely arousing!
When she had had enough fun with me, she removed the clamps, causing me to scream out at the pain as the blood rushed back. She undressed and sat on the bed, legs apart, her arousal very obvious and my cue to kneel and worship. Once I had finished, she had me stand, legs apart, still in my heels, and masturbate for her; working my clit and making me edge myself, before she finally relented, allowing me to cum.
It felt a bit strange going to the office with my labia padlocked together, but I would doubtless get used to it! After my usual greeting to Miss Chantelle, I presented her with the key from Miss Susan, to which she said she would need to see them once I had fetched the coffee.
Very shortly after I entered the kitchen and started to get the coffee, I heard a voice, "Fancy meeting you here, Jo! Good morning." This was followed by a hand running over my arse cheeks, feeling my suspender straps and then a hefty slap.
"Good morning, Miss Janice," I said, looking round at her. "Coffee, Miss?"
"That's a good girl," she said, smiling as I poured her coffee, "I fancy a chicken salad sandwich today." With that, she gave my arse a squeeze and left.
When I got back to my own office, Miss Chantelle had me hike my skirt and sit on the edge of my desk in front of her with my thighs apart, so she could get a good look at the padlocks. "They really do suit you, Joanna. Now to work!
On Thursday, I was a bit late leaving the office and when I got home, I had a real shock. There was no sign of Miss Susan and Miss Aaliyah was waiting for me, wearing her school uniform. "You're late; hurry up and get ready," she said. Obediently rushing to the bedroom and stripping, I returned and knelt in front of her. "What's your excuse?" she said. It did sound lame saying that I'd been late leaving the office. "Sue has gone out for the evening, leaving me in charge and I'm not happy. I was expecting you twenty minutes ago, which I think will be twenty strokes of the cane. Go and fetch it."
As I went to get it, I reflected that I, a forty-five-year-old partner in a law firm, was not only obeying a sixteen-year-old girl, but that I was about to be caned by her, and I was relishing the idea. She had obviously been coached by Miss Susan because the upright chair was pulled out, waiting for me. She said nothing as I bent and placed my hands on it, pushing my arse up and out and spreading my feet apart. Once I was in position, she examined the padlocks holding my labia together and spoke, "I do like these, I'll need to ask Sue if I can have a key. I expect punctuality from you. I don't like my time being wasted. You will count the strokes and thank me for each one."