Call her into your office

"Meghan, come into my office please."

There is a brief clatter outside and Meghan is standing in your door.

"You want to see me John?" she asks, a little smile on her face. She is undeniably attractive, a petite young redhead no more than five feet tall although she compensated for it with three inch heels. Her very pleasant curves are displayed in a tight fitting light orange dress that comes halfway down her thighs. The scooped neckline shows the swell of some excellent cleavage.

"Yes, come in and close the door." Her smile flickers a bit at the stern tone of your voice, but she obediently shuts the door and comes toward you.

"Is something wrong John? Did I make another mistake?" She looks a bit worried.

"In the first place, Meghan I have told you before that you should call me 'Sir' in the office, not by my first name. And I didn't tell you to sit," you add, causing her to jump hastily to her feet. She looks a bit startled, since you have never spoken so firmly to her before.

"I'm sorry John... I mean Sir," she is clearly flustered, stammering a little as she speaks. "It won't happen again."

"I wish I could believe that Meghan, but the fact is that the only thing I can count on you for is to make mistakes. And to keep making them. I'm not going to put up with it any more."

Meghan looks alarmed at your words and your tone. "What do you mean John,.. um Sir? What are you going to do?"

"I'm not going to fire you because your grandfather assigned you to me with the intention that I would train you to be an efficient secretary. I've tried being tolerant of your mistakes which clearly doesn't work. From now on, every time you make a mistake, I'm going to punish you."

"Punish? Punish me how John. I mean Sir."

"Since you've just made another mistake, forgetting to call me Sir, I'll show you." You stand up and walk around the desk and stand behind her. "Put your hands on the desk Meghan."

Meghan looks at you wide eyed and nervous but after a moment leans forward and puts her hands on the desk. Her nice round ass protrudes towards you. Without hesitation you give it a hard, open handed slap. Meghan lets out a startled squeak and starts to get up.

"Don't move until I tell you," you command. "For every mistake you make there will be some punishment. This counts as the first offense so you're getting off lightly. But further errors will receive greater degrees of discipline. Do you understand Meghan?"

"Yes John Sir, I mean Sir."

You land two hard slaps across her ass this time. Meghan squeaks and wriggles her ass away from you. "Obviously you don't. No go back to work and let's see if you can improve your performance. Maybe you'll even learn to please me."

She turns towards you, her eyes downcast, one hand rubbing her ass.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I want to please you. I'll try very hard."

"Good girl. You can bring me some coffee now."

"Yes Sir," she says, and you notice that she is close to tears.