The Secretaries First Lesbian Experience

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As am I. Perhaps I should go with your friend. Maybe he could satisfy me and not leave me frustrated, disappointed, and frozen on his doorstep.” Layla had finished serving a group of office workers when she noticed another customer waiting on his own. She caught her breath.

This is Miss Layla Farrow,” said Mr Larson. “She works in my office and has been helping me with Foster’s contracts.” I see nothing here I can use to punish you,” he whispered. “My hands will not offer a severe enough punishment.” It is soundproofed,” he said. “You can scream and cry, and no one will hear you.” He smiled at her alarm. “I mean that in the least creepy way possible.” Yes, sir.” She hung up, wondering why he sounded so stern, and made her way nervously to his office. Consent to this punishment, and I will allow you to remain in my employ. Refuse and you are fired.”I am not. I haven’t asked for anything, but I wouldn’t be unreasonable if I did. You got those contracts because of me.” Layla was home by nine—earlier than last week, though she was pleased because it meant she had a few hours to relax before she had to go to sleep.

Layla changed reluctantly into her bar uniform, refreshed her make-up, and made her way out of the office. Mr Larson was leaving the kitchen armed with a microwaved meal as she walked towards the exit. “Goodnight, Mr Larson,” she said. You will attend my home once per week, usually on a Wednesday evening unless a change of day is agreed. We are not a couple. I have no expectations from you other than your commitment to visit me each Wednesday. You may see whom you wish, and you are not to impede upon my personal life in any way. I may ask you to stay behind after work on occasions to punish you for your conduct in work, you are free to refuse this or renegotiate if it is not a Wednesday. Yes, sir.” She obeyed his command and positioned herself over his desk. She lowered herself slightly onto her elbows with her palms flat on the desk.

Stand,” Mr Larson commanded. She obeyed, and Mr Larson removed her clothing. He pulled hard at her nipples and made them erect and swollen. He nodded. His eyes remained cold, but they were beautiful and smouldered beneath his dark lashes. He was very handsome—even if he was stern and incredibly nosey. “I have a proposition for you,” he said. “I suspected that I might get you to agree to the spanking, though I did not expect you to take it as well as you did.”