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The door to the office said, "Henderson, Lynch, and Associates." Just inside was Mr. Henderson's outer office. His secretary, Candi, sat at her desk preparing to type a letter. Beyond her desk, a hall led to additional offices. Just as Candi began to type, the intercom on her desk began to buzz. She immediately hit the button to reply. "Yes, Mr. Henderson?" "Come in here, Candi. I need you to take dictation." The voice sounded deep and commanding even through the tiny intercom speaker. "Yes, Mr. Henderson." She grabbed her pad and stood up. Then, hesitating, she set the pad down again. She quickly adjusted her tight, navy blue skirt, smoothed her delicately patterned eggshell blouse, and peeked around back to be sure the seams of her stockings were straight. Satisfied, she picked up the pad again, and strode into Mr. Henderson's office. "Close the door, Candi," said Mr. Henderson from behind his sprawling executive desk. "Yes, Mr. Henderson." Henderson's tanned face wore a sly smile. He sat back in his thickly padded chair, the dark brown leather almost matching his carefully groomed hair. "Are you ready to take dictation?" "Of course, Mr. Henderson." "Good." His blue-gray eyes roamed freely up and down her slender body. "Hands and knees," he said simply. "Yes, Mr. Henderson." Without hesitation, Candi set her pad on the credenza and got down on her hands and knees. "Come here, Candi," he said, patting his lap. "Crawl over to me." "Yes, Mr. Henderson." As instructed, she began to crawl across the vast expanse of executive office space. She kept her head up, looking directly at him as she moved with feline fluidity to the desk. When she came to his chair, she rubbed her lithe form against his leg and rested her head upon his thigh. He stroked her silky blonde hair. "Good pussy," he cooed. "Pretty, pretty pussy." He smiled down at her. "Purr for me now, pussy," he said. She smiled back at Henderson and rolled her tongue, "Rrrrr… " He began to trace his finger around her ear when the phone rang. "Damn!" he shouted. "Answer it. If it's anyone but Lynch, I'm in a meeting." Remaining on the floor, but sitting back on her heels, she reached over and picked up the handset. "Mr. Henderson's office," she announced. Then, covering the mouthpiece, she said, "It is Mr. Lynch, sir." Nodding, he reluctantly took the phone. Candi again rested her head on his lap as he resumed petting her with his free hand. She could feel his hard-on against her cheek. "Pete, good to hear from you," Henderson said into the phone. "What!… No, I already talked to Carl… He what? … That son of a bitch! No… Hell no! … Yes, I told him, but… Yes… Right… Okay, you handle it from your end… Right, bye." He slammed the phone down. "Son of a bitch!" he repeated to no one. He seethed silently for a moment, then looked down at Candi. "Rrrrrrr," she said, smiling. He let himself smile back at her, visibly relaxing. "Okay," he said. "Take it out now, pretty pussy." "Yes, Mr. Henderson," she said as she carefully unzipped his trousers. She pulled out his erect cock and began running her fingers up and down the length of his shaft. "It's so beautiful, sir," she said. She stroked it lovingly, then licked it, stealing coy glances up at him. She placed her glossy lips over the tip and took it briefly into her mouth. She played with it for a while, alternating between her hands and her mouth, while Henderson leaned back in his leather chair, sighing deeply. After a few minutes, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. "Enough," he said. "I don't want to mess up my suit." He looked at her for a moment and said, "Hands and knees again. And turn around." Candi got to her hands and knees once more and faced away from Henderson. He lifted his leg and pushed her skirt up with his foot, revealing the perfectly rounded twin globes of her ass. "Hm," he said. He traced the toe of his shoe around her ass, snapping the thin elastic garter straps against her skin. He slipped his foot between her legs and pushed up firmly, pressing his toe into her soft mound. She gasped slightly while his grin broadened. He pulled his foot away, noting the damp spot on his shoe. "Now, turn and face me again," he said. "Yes, Mr. Henderson," said Candi as she turned again and looked up at him. "Sit up and unbutton the top four buttons." "Yes, Mr. Henderson." "Now pull down the cups of your bra." His eyes grew wide in anticipation. "Yes, Mr. Henderson." Her full, pink-tipped delicacies popped into view. "Oh," he sighed. "They look better every time I see them." He bent over and began to fondle her exposed breasts. He teased and pinched the nipples until they stood out hard and proud. Candi was breathing heavily when he reached over to his desk, found the two small black binder clips he had ready, and snapped one clip onto each nipple. Candi gasped again as the clips bit into her eager buds. "Oh, Mr. Henderson!" "Get up and take your panties off." "Yes, Mr. Henderson." She quickly complied with his command. "Now bend over the desk." "Of course, Mr. Henderson." Candi hastily cleared a space on the desk, knocking papers and pens to the floor. She bent over the closest edge and reached out to grasp the opposite end as Henderson got up and stood behind her. He stroked his cock to its full length and guided it into her dripping pussy. Candi gasped once more, "Oh, Mr. Henderson!" Holding her hips, he hungrily thrust himself into her, quickly building to a furious rhythm. Candi moaned loudly, clutching the edge of the desk. The clips on her nipples tapped lightly against the desktop. Her steady moans were soon joined by Henderson's. Their moans soon became guttural noises as he finally grunted and emptied himself into her. As soon as he was finished, he pulled away and quickly began to wipe himself off with his breast-pocket handkerchief. He gave Candi a slap on the ass. "I'm going to clean up now," he said. "Pick up the things you knocked down and straighten up the desk. Be sure to clean up any drips on the carpet this time, okay? When you're done with that, get me some coffee." "Yes, Mr. Henderson," she said as she stood and began to remove the clips from her nipples. Henderson paused at the door of his private washroom and turned around. "By the way," he said. "I'm very happy with the way you're working out, Candi. You're already doing much better than my last girl." "Why, thank you, Mr. Henderson. I'm really trying to do a good job." Candi's face brightened with pride. "Oh, you're doing a fine job, my dear. A very fine job." Taking Dictation, Copyright 1999 by rodharden@yahoo.com
The following Monday, Henderson stepped out of the elevator whistling the latest Perry Como tune. He strolled briskly down the hall to his offices. Just inside the main door, Candi sat at her desk using an emery board on her nails.
"Good morning, Mr. Henderson," she said looking up. "You're certainly in a good mood today."
"Hi, Doll," he said. "Yes, I am in a good mood. Love Monday mornings. You know, getting back to work and all." He winked meaningfully at his secretary.
Candi giggled. "Don't tell me Mrs. Henderson's been giving you a hard time again."
"Something like that," he said, rolling his eyes. "Is that letter to Fitzpatrick ready?"
"Yes, sir. It's on your desk, all ready for you to sign."
Henderson nodded and headed toward his private office. He stopped at the doorway and turned back with a suspicious look on his face. "Is that a new dress?" he asked.
"Why, yes it is, Mr. Henderson!" exclaimed Candi. "I bought it with the bonus you gave me last week."
"Well, don't just sit there," he said cheerfully. "Stand up. Turn around. Let me see it."
Candi got up, held her arms out and twirled around on her heels. The dress lifted and fluttered as she spun, revealing her garters and panties to Henderson's eager view. After she completed her turn, she patted the dress smooth and looked at Henderson happily. "Do you like it?"
"Yes," he said. "I like it quite a bit. And I really like that high waist."
"It's called an empire waist, Mr. Henderson. It's very popular."
"Hm. It's nice the way it emphasizes your, uh, bosom." He stepped closer and took some of the fabric at the neckline, rubbing it between his right thumb and middle finger. "Nice material," he said. "Feels soft." As he felt the material, his left hand began to caress her right breast.
She slapped his hand away. "Mr. Henderson!" she scolded, looking quickly from side to side. "Not right out here!"
"Okay, boss," he teased. His gaze shifted from her face to her breasts and back again. He patted her face lightly. "Maybe a little later," he said with another wink. Finally, he retreated to his office.
Within seconds, Candi's intercom came alive with Henderson's voice. "Candi, come in here. Right now!" He sounded angry. She leaped up and hurried into his office. He was studying the Fitzpatrick letter with a frown on his face. He looked up as she entered and held the letter out, pointing to a word he had circled. "What's this word?"
Candi immediately saw that she had somehow transposed the vowels in the word "dear." The letter started off with "Daer Mr. Fitzpatrick."
She swallowed. "I'm very sorry, sir. I don't know how I could've missed that. I'll retype it right away." But Henderson did not release his grip when she tried to take the letter. Instead, he took it back, studied it again, and looked up at her from under deeply furrowed brows.
"Yes," he said. "Obviously, you'll have to retype it." He thought for a moment. "You know, I don't expect perfection from you, but mistakes like this are simply unacceptable."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," Candi repeated. "I've never made a mistake like that before. I promise it won't happen again."
"I should hope not." He sighed audibly. "I think you need to be reprimanded for this. Just to make sure you don't forget." At his words, Candi hung her head. She was close to tears. "Close the door and step over here behind the desk," he said.
Candi made sure the door was shut tight, then approached Henderson behind the desk as he swiveled to the side. "Now lay yourself across my lap."
"Sir?" she asked, shaking her head.
Henderson looked annoyed. "I'm going to give you a spanking," he growled. "So I want to see that pretty ass of yours over my knee right now!"
"Y… yes, Mr. Henderson." Candi hesitated, but obeyed. As she settled into position, Henderson flipped up her dress and pulled down her panties.
He kneaded her soft flesh for a minute, giving her a sharp squeeze occasionally. Candi shifted uncomfortably, waiting for the first blow to land. Suddenly, his hand lifted then fell with a force that surprised her. "Ow!" she cried.
"Hush!" snapped Henderson, as he again raised his hand and landed another sharp smack. This time Candi put her hand to her mouth to muffle her cry. Again and again the slaps landed with a quickening tempo.
Candi was soon sobbing, but despite the sting of the blows, a familiar feeling began building within her. Each smack of Henderson's hand seemed to fan an ember inside her. She shook her head, confused at her own feelings, but she also became aware of Henderson's arousal, his ripening firmness unmistakable from her position on his lap.
As suddenly as it began, Candi realized the reprimand was over. Henderson grabbed her panties again, yanked them off completely and tossed them to the floor. "Stand up," he said. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers and shorts fall around his ankles. Without thinking, Candi reached behind her, gingerly touching her sore bottom with one hand and feeling the dampness of her own excitement with the other. She was in a haze of conflicting sensations.
Sitting down again in his padded leather chair, Henderson looked up at her. His eyes told her what he wanted and she responded aloud, as though spoken to. "Yes, Mr. Henderson."
She stepped toward him and straddled his legs. Taking hold of him, she guided him into her. She lifted one knee up into the narrow space between his leg and the side of the chair. Then she lifted the other knee, reaching for the back of the chair for support. He grabbed her hips with both hands and forcefully pulled her the rest of the way onto him. Holding her in place with his left hand, he used his right to massage her succulent sex bud.
Together they rocked in the chair in a quickly building frenzy. They seemed to feed off each other, the reaction of one fueling the other. When he came, Henderson grabbed the arms of the chair, and arched into the air lifting Candi, holding her aloft for several seconds. Then he lowered himself as the last of his orgasmic spasms subsided. Once seated again, he held her close to him and, using his fingers, kept her coming over and over.
"Mr. Henderson," she gasped at last. "Don't you think…" She paused to catch her breath. "…I should retype that letter now?"
Henderson laughed. "Such dedication to the job…" he said as he finally released her.
They rose and began to put themselves back together. The stinging of Candi's behind had become an almost soothing warmth by now. As Henderson started toward his private washroom, Candi called to him. "Mr. Henderson? Can I get you some coffee, sir?"
"Yes. Thanks, Doll," he said. "But retype that letter first."
"Yes, Mr. Henderson." Candi turned to leave, then stopped. "Mr. Henderson?" she said, looking down at the floor. "I know I just promised never to make a mistake like that again, but … well … you know, nobody's perfect, sir."
Henderson smiled. "Yes, I understand, Candi."
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