A Subservient Secretary Roleplay & Writing Sample

Samantha was standing with her palms placed on top of Mr. Andersen's desk, her feet parted at shoulder width, her eyes forward, and the perfect lean in her stance that kept her 'assets' perfectly positioned as the boss had taught her.

"I apologize sir. My sister is staying at my house with my niece and nephews, I didn't want them to see my new uniform so I thought a day in the old one would be okay. I- AnNNH!" Her body suddenly jolted forward, a heavy smack that made her ass jiggle and sting, her old professional work skirt tucked up in on itself and exposing her backside.

Samantha had a shapely curvy ass, hips that often got little joking quips about 'milfs' and them being 'breeding hips', comments that once made her roll her eyes and now were the kind of things that helped keep her employed, enduring them everyday from her boss. In situations like this it only made it more enjoyable for her boss, the noises her ass made when being smacked, the movements that came after, the nice way it imprinted red with the shape of his hand.

Looking back over one shoulder at her boss. "Sorry Sir! There is no excuse to ever not wear your uniform. Please give me another.... ANnHH!!!" her heart pounding, breath-rate accelerating. "Another... MmNNh!!" she tensed her hands against the desks, bunching up as she began to sweat. "More, as many as you think I deserve, Sir." spank, after spank, after spank filled the small office as Samantha paid for making the mistake of 'thinking' instead of simply following as she had been taught, as she would continue to be taught. 

This was simply the way things were now, she used to lead small work teams, climbing the corporate ladder, but now she was simply a follower and the only place she was climbing was over her bosses desk and into his lap.

A Natural. Born. Follower.