Following my Saturday humiliation, we spent the rest of the weekend quietly and on Monday morning I dressed as usual in lacy bra, stockings and suspender belt, blouse and one of my skirt suits with the short skirt! Arriving at the office, Miss Chantelle was, as always, seated behind my desk looking most imposing. Putting my handbag and attache case down, I knelt before the desk and waited. Rising from her seat she walked...

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....

"Hey, don't leave me like this!" She just smirked, picked up my pants, and pulled out my wallet. Her long nails went in and pulled out the wad of cash in my billfold, followed by both credit cards. The worn black leather of my wallet went slap, like an open hand on a big juicy butt cheek, when she dropped it back on the dresser. "Hey, come on," I pled. "I've already paid you!" "Well, I think I deserve more," she giggled....

I rang the doorbell and the door opened a moment later. I stepped inside and Jemma, aka The Lunch Lady, closed the door behind me. She wore a long red robe in a satiny material, tied in the front with a sash, and had a fat black cat cradled under her arm. “This is Freya” she announced as she stroked the jet black fur. “You should pet her.” I reached out and ran my hand over Freya’s head gently and was rewarded with a loud...

The high school cafeteria was really just a hole in the wall located in the main hallway, much like you would find in the food court of a mall. A counter with a register where you would place your order and The Lunch Lady, as she was known, would prepare and serve your order. Students could volunteer to assist her during lunch and to help her clean up the kitchen. I was one of them. In my last semester of high school, alr...

I had the weirdest thing happen to me last week. I work at Kroger in the deli department. I have been working there for about a year. I take classes at a community college in the evening. I enjoy working with the public. In the morning, it's usually all the housewives doing their weekly shopping. It's kind of weird, but working at Kroger is kind of a chick magnet. Housewives are always bored and looking for sex. I have ho...