Chapter 7
When Muriel came to leave school, her parents were still out of the country, and had arranged for her to be taken on in a large office run by a friend of theirs. They had taken a small flatlet for her, and made the necessary arrangements for the rent to be paid, so that they were sure that she would at least have a roof over her head. She was quite pleased with this degree of independence and settled down happily to her bachelor office girl existence. The flatlet was rather closely watched over by the resident landlady, so she could only have girl-friends over to visit but nevertheless, she felt herself to be free, and her own boss!
She soon made friends with one of the more senior girls in the office, who helped her along in learning the business considerably, and then invited her to come and stay at her apartment over the week-end, this being much larger, with it's own self-contained bathroom etc. This was soon the standard practice, and Muriel enjoyed the older girl's talk and company, despite the fact that there was often an overtone of 'being in charge' or perhaps the more so because of this.
The relationship came to a head one week, when, on the Friday, Muriel made a silly mistake that caused a lot of trouble in the office. Muriel's friend, Ruth, sorted it all out, and got her out of trouble but was obviously ill pleased with this affair.
Once they arrived at the apartment, Ruth went straight into her own room, and a few moments later called Muriel to her. She was seated on her dressing stool, with her suit jacket and blouse off, holding a large solid-backed hairbrush in her right hand!
"That was a singularly stupid mistake to make, Muriel and I am going to teach you to be more careful in the future!" She made an unmistakable gesture towards her lap. Feeling just like she had when Aunt Julia had announced her intention of caning her, Muriel went forwards and stretched herself over the proffered lap!
Quickly her skirt and panties were whisked clear, one in each direction, and a capable hand descended onto her back to hold her there. "Crack!" The hard back of the brush landed on her plump derriŠre. "Yow."
"Whap! Splatt."
"Ooh! Ouch!' Then her friend settled down to a tip hammering of good solid spanks that made her kick, squirm, and bawl like a baby!
The brush was a good solid-one, that carried a real sting when it landed, and she was held over Ruth's knees, and really tanned until the whole of her rear felt to be on fire! It was her first spanking since she had left school, and it really hurt her. When she was satisfied that she had driven the lesson well home, Ruth released her, and sent her off to her own room. Here Muriel lost no time in going to the mirror, and pulling up her clothes to examine her reddened buttocks in the tall glass!
The sight of her glowing flesh started her off, and by the time she had rubbed cold cream into them, she couldn't resist getting her cream-smothered finger down to her fanny as she looked over her shoulder at the glowing bottom!
After this, Ruth took her in hand, and really made her work this usually meant that she got a good spanking most week-ends, but made such an improvement in her work, that within three months, she was promoted to being private secretary to one of the younger executives. This meant a much higher rate of pay, as well as extra status, and she was very grateful to Ruth, and her training!
By now she was eighteen, and unable to decide whether to concentrate on her career, or if she should spend more time and attention on the hunting of a suitable male for a husband. Since she had been removed from Ruth's sphere of control by her promotion she was getting very little satisfaction of a sexual nature at all, and missing it!
Just at the point when she was at her most undecided, she suddenly found herself getting involved in a little affaire with her new boss! He was a young man, but several years her senior, and rather reactionary about clothing, etc., and she turned up at the office one day in a very brief, tight skirt. He told her that he did not approve of this prominent display of her rear end and added that if she was to come into his office the following day in such a skirt, he would great well smack her rear for her!
Naturally this was a challenge that she was not inclined to refuse! The following day, she deliberately put on an even briefer skirt, with no slip and her scantiest briefs under it! Sure enough, as soon as Mr. Castle saw her, he told her to go and lock the office door! She did so, with a provocative swing of her now quite full and shapely hips. When she returned to him he had pushed his chair away from his desk, but was obviously not at ease, his tongue flickered out over dry lips. "Now Muriel! Er, Well, you know what I said yesterday about your" His voice trailed off. She grinned, "Oh! About my short skirt! Yes you said you would spank me if I wore it again! This one is a different one though!"
He gulped, "Yes! So I see but it seems to me to be even shorter! She gave him an unrepentant grin, and went to stand in an inviting manner, bending slightly forwards at the side of his legs. He took a grip of his feelings, and grabbed her, bending her rapidly over his lap.
She could hear his heavy and excited breath as he swung his palm, and gave the tightest part of the offending skirt a sharp spanking! It was hardly a real one compared to the whackings she had received from Ruth! But it made her tingle, and look at her employer in a new light!