Oh My. How Did That Get In There?

Joelle Jackson sits at her desk, her ample, round buttocks shifting gently beneath the fabric of her loose, flowing black knee-length skirt. She wears a lavender short-sleeve satin button-down blouse, her dark hair braided in two twin braids that run down to her shoulders, and black, cat’s eye glasses perched on her nose. She's the picture of professionalism, but her mind is a storm of nervous anticipation.

I call her into my office. She stands, smoothing her skirt, and walks in, trying to hide her trembling hands. I walk over to her, confident and in control.

“Good morning, Joelle. Do you have those reports ready?” I ask, my voice a low rumble. I give her a little pat on her plump bottom as I move to stand next to her.

Joelle blushes slightly at the unexpected touch but maintains her composure.

“Yes, sir, I have the reports right here.” She hands me a neat stack of papers, averting her gaze demurely.

“And your coffee, black with two sugars, just as you prefer.” Her voice is soft yet professional as she continues,

“Is there anything else I can do for you this morning? I'm here to ensure your day runs smoothly and efficiently.”

I lean back in my chair, my eyes scanning the reports.

“No, I'm good for now, sweetie. I'll call you if I need you.” I watch her as she turns to leave, my gaze lingering on her swaying hips.

Joelle returns to her desk, her heart pounding. She can feel my eyes on her, and it sends a thrill of excitement and fear through her. She tries to focus on her work, but her mind keeps drifting back to me and the power I hold over her.

As lunchtime approaches, Joelle gathers her courage and knocks lightly on my door.

“Excuse me, sir? I was wondering if you'd like me to fetch you some lunch from the cafe downstairs? It's no trouble at all; I'm happy to run the errand for you.”

I look up from my desk, my expression serious.

“Ah yes, Joelle. I've been meaning to talk to you. Lunch can wait. It's on me today. Could you close the door and sit down, please?”

I gesture to the chair across from me.

Joelle nods obediently, closing the door softly behind her before taking a seat. Her hands are folded neatly in her lap, but her eyes betray a hint of nervousness.

“Of course, sir. What did you want to discuss with me?” Her voice is steady, but her heart is racing.

I lean forward, my elbows on my desk.

“Well, Joelle, it's about those reports. What, exactly, do you believe is your job here? What did we hire you to do, specifically?”

Joelle takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.

“Sir, I believe my primary role as your secretary is to support you and ensure the smooth operation of your office. Specifically, I was hired to manage your correspondence and communication, both incoming and outgoing. This includes screening phone calls, drafting emails and letters, and maintaining organized records.”

She pauses, meeting my gaze steadily.

“And typing? Yes?” I arch an eyebrow at her.

Joelle smiles softly.

“Yes, of course, sir. Typing is absolutely essential to my role. I pride myself on my speed and accuracy. I can type up to eighty words per minute with near-perfect precision.” She holds up her hands, fingers splayed.

“These are my tools, honed by years of practice. I also have advanced knowledge of various software programs commonly used in offices, including Microsoft Office Suite, Google Workspace, and Adobe Creative Cloud. This allows me to format documents, create presentations, and edit images as needed.”

I hand her the Edwards file.

“Joelle, I want you to read this for me.” I hand her the Edwards file, already anticipating what she’s about to discover. I had found it quickly, and I’m relieved I read it before it was sent out.

She reads silently, mouthing the words, until she freezes at the offending passage. Her eyes widen with horror as she looks up at me.

“Joelle, can you read that aloud, please?”

Her voice trembles slightly as she begins to read, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shock.

‘Joelle smiled up at him, his nervous, naked form twitching with anticipation and dread. She patted her lap and smiled warmly at him. He bent over it, his iron-stiff erection lost between the folds of her skirt. Joelle rubbed her thighs together, trapping him there and making him squirm with arousal.’

I didn’t know black women could blush, but Joelle does, her full bottom lip quivering, her eyes cast down, filled with terror.

“Joelle, how did THAT get into my Edwards files?”

She looks at me, eyes wide with horror and shame. She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I…I don’t know, sir. That passage shouldn’t be anywhere near the Edwards file.”

She sets the papers down carefully, as if they might burn her fingers. Joelle takes a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself.

“As your secretary, it’s my responsibility to ensure only relevant information is included in client files. I…I must have made a terrible mistake in my haste to complete the report.”

Tears begin to well in her eyes as the gravity of her error sinks in.

“Please, sir, I am so deeply sorry. I never meant for something so inappropriate to be included. My negligence is inexcusable.”

She looks at me pleadingly, her lower lip trembling.

“Joelle, please keep reading,” I urge. “I am just dying to know what happens to that poor boy over the woman’s lap.”

Joelle gasps, horrified.

“Please, Mr. Apostasia, Ero, no. Please don’t make me read what comes next.” Tears spill down her cheeks, her lower lip quivering.

“Read it, please, Joelle.”

She takes a shuddering breath, tears now streaming down her face as she reluctantly continues. Her voice chokes with emotion as she reads,

‘‘Ero whimpered and squirmed, his rigid shaft pulsing against her silky thighs. Joelle tightened her grip, holding him firmly in place as she began to spank him, each sharp smack echoing obscenely in the room. Ero’s cries grew louder, a mix of pain and twisted pleasure, as she reddened his upturned buttocks.’

Joelle stops abruptly, shaking her head vehemently as sobs wrack her body.

“No more, please! I can’t… I won’t read any further. This is so wrong, so degrading.” She clutches the papers to her chest, as if shielding herself from their contents.

I watch her cry, my voice cold.

“Why, Joelle? Why is this so hard to read? You wrote this, yes? And before you answer, I've already had tech support go through your files. You've been a very naughty girl, Joelle Jackson, writing erotic fiction at work.”

“And what's more, somehow some of your naughty fantasies found its way into the Edwards file, our biggest account. You are lucky you have such an amazing and competent boss who would never send something out that his probationary secretary put together without looking at it first. Let's try some honesty for once, my naughty little secretary. This is your story, yes?”

Joelle breaks down completely, sobbing uncontrollably as the truth crashes over her. She buries her face in her hands, her shoulders heaving with each anguished breath.

“Y-yes...yes, it's true. I wrote that story, among many others.” Her words are muffled and broken.

“I...I don't know what came over me. Writing these tales became an escape, a way to explore fantasies I never dared voice aloud.”

Slowly, Joelle lowers her hands, revealing tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. She looks up at me, her expression a mixture of shame, fear, and **** pleading.

“I am so, so sorry, sir. I never meant for anyone else to see them, especially not a client file. My actions were reckless and unprofessional in the ****.”

I let her cry, watching her dissolve into tears.

“It won’t do you any good. You're going to have to make some very hard choices today, sweetie. None of them will be choices you want, but you will have to put on your big girl panties and make them anyway.”

I pause, my voice softening slightly.

“Why did you write yourself that way? In your story, you are a confident woman who has power over the man she is about to spank. You gave that character your name. The man getting spanked by you, his name is Ero. That is my name. You wrote a story about a woman, Joelle-that’s you, spanking a man with my name, Ero. Do you really want to do that to me?”

To be continued in chapter 2...