“I know you were very busy in the office today. I thought I’d call just for a second, to see what you wanted to eat tonight. Your secretary………”
“I’ve told you never to call the office.” He snapped.
“I know. I’m sorry” She said quietly, her eyes looking down focusing on her boots.
She shivered slightly. It was starting to get cold and a light drizzle of rain was starting to fall. Richard adjusted his scarf and pulled together the collar of his coat.
“Did you do everything?” he asked.
“I told you, yes. Everything.” She said.
“Show me”.
Nervously she looked around her. The plaza was quiet. Just a few people hurrying past on their way home. Turning towards him she slowly unbuttoned the large rubber buttons of the nylon raincoat she wore. Cautiously she held the front edges together before parting them as wide as she dared. He looked at her. Beneath the coat she was naked.
“Good.” He remarked abruptly.
Suddenly a voice spoke behind her and she jumped and hurriedly pulled together the front of the raincoat, her nervous fingers fumbling to fasten the clumsy rubber buttons. Richard’s secretary strode up beside them. His face beamed a wide smile.
“Claire, did you finish the minutes of the meeting?”
“No, George Parker called, just after you left, to confirm for Friday. I’ll finish them at home tonight”
Richard nodded his approval.
“Karen, how are you?” Claire asked inquisitively. Karen felt incredibly self- conscious. The flimsy material of the raincoat gave the feeling that it was almost see through, although she knew it was not.
“I’m fine. Thank you.” Karen answered. She was nervous and felt again the discomfort she always felt in the presence of Richard’s secretary. She had an imposing air of superiority and Karen always felt that Claire looked down on her. She was tall, very attractive and had long golden blonde hair. Further more she knew that Richard and Claire had a mutual appreciation of each other that went beyond the role of secretary and boss.
While Richard and Claire talked business Karen looked around and caught the reflection of the three of them in the large glass windows of the office block main entrance. How wretched she looked. Richard stood tall, elegant in his suit and overcoat, his hair swept back, his features masculine and strong. Claire looked immaculate in her skirt and jacket, her blouse open slightly at the neck revealing an admirable cleavage. Karen had always felt inferior to her, she had large breasts and Karen’s relatively flat chest never stood a look in. Claire’s long slender legs caught the eye and led to slim ankles and feet encased in expensive classy black heeled shoes. Her hair shone, even in the drizzling rain.
Between them and looking like a lost waif stood Karen, her brown hair tousled by the rain, her figure hidden and flat, she looked like some throw back from the sixties stood there in a nylon raincoat and knee high leather boots. Even with the heels on her boots she only came to just above shoulder height against Claire. The raincoat she noticed was somewhat shorter than she had thought, some six inches of thigh was visible from the top of the boots to the hem of the coat. She would need to be careful and watch that she did nothing to make the hem rise too high. But then of course that would have been exactly why Richard had told her to wear it.
“How has your day been?” Claire asked drawing her suddenly from her thoughts.
“Oh I, well I’ve….”
“I’ve sent her a few text messages today.” Richard said. “Things to be getting on with.”
Claire looked at her with a whimsical smile. “I hope you got everything done.” She asked, raising an eyebrow. A shudder went through Karen. Did she know? How much did she know? She started to speak but Claire interrupted.
“Can I offer you a lift home? It’s no trouble.”
“No, thank you.” Richard declined. “We’re taking the bus.”
Claire bade them farewell, giving Richard a peck on the cheek in the process whilst practically ignoring Karen. They watched her walk away, hips swinging provocatively, before Richard turned and pointed out the bus stop on the other side of the plaza. He and Karen went over and waited in the queue. She was getting colder and the rain was falling much more heavily now. She could feel the nylon of the coat beginning to become saturated and it started to cling in places to her skin. It started to make her nervous and she wanted to suggest that they caught a taxi but she knew that he would have none of it. This was how he wanted it.
Finally the bus appeared through the rain. Slowly they boarded as the queue worked its way onboard and out of the rain. The lower deck was packed and passengers stood all along the aisle. Richard headed straight up the stairs. Karen went to follow him but then hesitated. The stairs were steep and she knew immediately that not only would she struggle to climb them in her heels, but that any one of the passengers on the lower deck who happened to glance up, would be likely to see pretty much all she had to offer beneath the short hem of the coat. Richard glanced back at her with a stern expression as if reading her mind. Realising she had no choice she started to climb. The Bus pulled away with a sharp jerk, and she stumbled forward on the stairs, only saving her self from falling flat on her face by throwing out her arms in front of her, her boots clattering loudly on the steps as she tried to regain her footing. Instantaneously she felt the nylon hem of the coat ride up. With her heart pounding in her chest she managed to pull herself straight and ran up the remaining stairs. She dare not look back. She knew that all eyes would be focused on her and she could hear the low murmur of surprised voices.
Her cheeks burning red she spotted Richard seated near the back and went and sat beside him. She was glad they were at the back of the bus. Looking down at herself she could see the hard points of her nipples pushing distinctly against the thin nylon of the raincoat. Over the next few stops most of the passengers left the bus. They sat in silence, Richard reading through some papers, until they were largely alone. Karen was starting to feel uncomfortable. Her bladder was full and combined with her nakedness beneath the coat and the chill of the dampness of the nylon she began to wish they were home already.
“Are you uncomfortable?” He asked noticing her fidgeting.
“Yes.” She said quietly.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“I told you. I did everything.”
“Good. How many?”
“Like you told me. Six large glasses of water just before I left the house.”
He nodded his head with satisfaction.
“I think we’ll get off at the next stop.” He announced.
“But we’re half a mile from home yet!” She protested.
Suddenly he stood, pushed past her and descended the stairs, ringing the bell as he went. The bus started to slow down. Karen jumped up and hurried as fast as she could to join him. Taking a deep breath she descended the stairs with as much dignity as she could. Two middle-aged men seated near the stairs watched her descent with wide gaping eyes. She felt the blood rush again into her cheeks and, perhaps even more uncomfortably, felt her juices flow between her legs. The bus stopped and Richard stepped off and began striding along the pavement. Karen hurried after him.
“I can’t move very fast in these heels.” She complained.
A cold gust of wind swept up and almost blew the raincoat up around her waist. The cold air against her nakedness forced her to squeal. Richard slowed his pace but didn’t stop. It was dark now and raining harder, the yellow lights of the street lamps wavered with the dashing rain. Karen was getting desperate. She was cold and wet, protected only by the sodden nylon raincoat and only her feet were vaguely warm in the boots. The wet nylon was clinging to her and she tried desperately to hold it away from her body. It seemed intent on wrapping itself around the shape of her body, especially her breasts. They encountered several people as they walked, Karen dropping her head as they passed More than ever she was now desperate to relieve herself.
“Richa
rd, I really do need to go.”
“Good.” He said without a hint of concern nor breaking his stride.
The road was busy and cars streamed by, their headlights sending shadows criss-crossing over her. She shivered and stopped momentarily, crossing her legs to prevent from shaming herself right there and then.
“Please Richard!” She pleaded.
He slowed his pace until she caught up and was beside him.
“I’m cold and I’m desperate to go.”
“We’re nearly home.” He said. “Did you do everything I asked” He repeated the earlier question.
“Yes everything!” She was almost crying with frustration.
“Did you answer the door to the deliveryman in your underwear?”
“Yes.” She answered honestly although the feeling of embarrassment that she had felt quickly returned.
“What did you wear?”
She sniffled as a raindrop dripped from her nose. “The see through negligee and panties.”
“Did he like it?”
“I think so. It took ages to get rid of him.” He had obviously been aroused, she remembered and she too had felt incredibly turned on afterwards. She had struggled to end his contrived conversation and get rid of him.
“And the window cleaner?”
“Yes. I took a shower while he was working and did what you asked.”
“What did you do?”
“I dried in the bedroom while he cleaned the windows, pretending that I hadn’t seen him.”
“How did you feel?”
“You know how I felt. I was embarrassed. I find it all so shameful.”
“Why?”
“You know perfectly well why.”
“Tell me.”
“I have small breasts.”
“Do you think he didn’t like them?”
“I don’t know. He stayed long enough to watch the whole thing.”
“Good. Then?” Richard was almost smiling now.
“Then, after I’d paid him, I drank the water as you said. I took off all my clothes and put on my boots and this raincoat and got a taxi to your office to meet you.”
She stopped then to catch her breath and, legs crossed, held back the desperate urge that now possessed her.
“I can’t go on much longer. I’m cold and I need to pee.” She knew now why he had made her drink the water. He wanted to see how long she could last. Well it had been two hours now and she hurt with the pain of holding it in. She knew also that he was unlikely to give her the chance to save face.
Finally they turned into the road where they lived. Each step now was desperately uncomfortable for her.
“And while you were in the shower?” He continued.
“I shaved.” She whispered.
“Good, that was Claire’s idea you know.”
She stopped, stunned.
“Claire?”
“Yes, Claire thought that would be a good one. She sent all the text messages. She sent them for me. I was far too busy. Of course I didn’t know about her telling you to shave your quim until she told me afterwards”
Karen didn’t know what to think. She had received the text amongst others and dutifully set about the task of shaving her pubic hair. She had been aroused by it, thinking she was performing the task for her husband, preparing herself for his pleasure. She had never imagined that the instruction had come from that bitch of a secretary of his. How defiled she felt. How humiliated! The bitch would be sat at home now laughing to herself knowing that Karen had shaved her pubic hair at the instruction of another woman!
She raced off ahead of Richard, angry now and desperate to get home and get to the toilet. She turned into the drive and through the darkness saw a car sat waiting outside the house. She stood in the rain looking at it and, as Richard arrived by her side, the door of the car opened and out stepped Claire. She held up a large black leather bag.
“I’ve finished the minutes and I thought I’d drop them over.”
Karen stood with her hands on her face trying to hide her blushing cheeks.
“Karen, you look rather flustered?” Claire said.
“She’s a bit annoyed about being caught out in the rain.” Richard said. “Now, those papers I took home. I read them on the bus and……….”
Karen was stupefied. Richard launched into a long conversation with Claire and as the pair talked she realised that Richard had the keys to the house. She tried to interrupt but he ignored her.
Finally, clutching her abdomen and legs crossed tightly she said loudly “I really do need to go into the house Richard! I’m desperate!”
But still he ignored her.
She tried to take the keys from his pocket but he pulled away. And then suddenly she could help herself no more. As Claire spoke about needing to establish an account with a new group of city solicitors her words faltered. Karen gasped and grimaced as her resistance gave way and a stream of urine gushed from between her legs, splattering over her boots onto the gravel of the driveway. She stood infant like as the stream continued to flow for more than a minute while Richard and Claire looked on.
Finally, the stream coming to an intermittent trickle down the inside of her legs, Karen stood staring down at her feet, her bedraggled hair hanging in dripping lifeless strands, tears rolling down her cheeks.
In silence Richard fished into his coat pocket and held out the keys to her. She snatched them from him and ran into the house. She ran up to the bedroom and shut the door. Throwing herself down in a chair she unzipped the boots and pulled them off. She stood and undid the raincoat, frantic angry fingers tearing at the awkward buttons. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Richard and Claire walked in.
She wanted to scream at them but no sound came from her.
“I think we should help her out of those dirty things.” Claire said emphasising the word dirty.
Karen was frozen to the spot as Claire dropped her bag to the floor and came over to her and began undoing the buttons to the coat.
“I really don’t know what to say.” Richard said. “She is an embarrassment. She really doesn’t know how to behave in public.”
Claire finally sprang free the last button and pulled open the coat.
“Why I never! She really is pitiful Richard. Such small tits! I’m not one to boast about my own good fortune, but really. How do you cope Richard?” She said mockingly. “Barely a hand full.”
Karen felt her knees go weak. Claire pulled the nylon coat free of her arms and stood back to observe her with an expression of pure contempt.
“What do you look like?” She asked of Karen. “I don’t know how Richard copes. You blatantly dress like a slut. You have shaven off your pubic hair like a cheap whore and you have the audacity to just piss yourself wherever you stand!”
“I also understand that she answers the door to deliverymen in see-through underwear and changes in the bedroom when the window cleaner is there at the window, pretending she hasn’t seen him.” Richard added with disgust.
“But you, you told me….” Karen started.
“I think” Claire interrupted “that you really need to get a grip of her Richard and teach her some etiquette.”
“I know.” Richard said with a sigh. “What shall I do.”
“Well a good thrashing wouldn’t do any harm. My father did it to me and it didn’t do me a jot of harm ” Claire said with a twinkle in her eye. Karen didn’t like the look of that twinkle. It was all very obvious now. She had been tricked. Richard and Claire had conspired to this whole situation.
Claire turned and picked up her bag. Opening it she teasingly produced a riding crop. Karen began to plead with Richard that things had gone too far. There was still time to stop and forget all about what had happened. Her words caught in her throat as Claire pushed her roughly onto the bed and rolled her over onto her front. Karen was taken aback by the womans strength.
“Richard, please, stop her!” She begged.
A sudden stinging pain
struck her buttocks and she cried out. As she drew breath another whisp of air was followed by another blow across her buttocks. Karen jerked in response to the pain, trying to rise up off of the bed but a hand pushed her back down.
“Little sluts get what they deserve.” Claire said.
Another strike of the crop caught Karen in the crease where thigh meets buttock. She yelled loudly the pain smarting. Again she tried to rise but was forced back down. Now Richard appeared in front of her and with a pair of stockings bound her wrists together and tied them to the bedpost. Karen was swearing at him and pleading with him at the same time. A rising heat burned suddenly across her buttocks. Claire took hold of her ankle and tied a stocking around that too, pulling her leg to the edge of the bed and fastening it to the footpost. Karen tried vainly to wriggle free before Richard took her other ankle and using another stocking secured it to the opposite footpost of the bed. Now her legs were spread apart and Karen realised she was totally exposed. Another biting pain followed it as the crop swept down with even more vigour.
“There!” gasped Claire “Now you’ll stop still while I teach you some humility!”
Again she lashed Karen’s buttocks and the pain rose through her body followed by the burning sensation that spread from the welts and soaked into her, stimulating her. Karen gasped. She hated it. Hated Claire. Hated Richard. Hated what they were doing to her. But it was there. A stirring sensation in her groin. She felt it, knew it. No matter how she denied it she could feel it. She was wet. Aroused. She wanted out. Wanted them to leave her alone, to stop. But she wanted it to continue. She felt the throbbing in her clitoris.
Another strike from the crop and she pushed her mons down hard against the bed trying to get some purchase, some direct stimulation on her clitoris. What am I doing? she thought astonished at the betrayal by her own body.
“Oh Fuck!” She gasped aloud. Suddenly the pain was not all consuming, her arousal was taking over.
“Cheap slutty words! You’re a foul mouthed slut!” Claire yelled as she swung down once more with the crop.
“Fucking bitch!” Karen screamed.
Claire laughed and lashed her three times in quick succession. It hurt, it burned, then she was lost in a wonderful swimming arousal.
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