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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.


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Joan's Mistake
By Mattwatt

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9

When she left John Smart’s office, still positively stunned by what had happened, she went to the office that he’d indicated. Sam and Timmie were just finishing the task of putting the things from her former cubicle into her new office.

When she entered the room, Sam greeted her with a cheery: “Hey, boss.”

Joan blushed, and didn’t know exactly what to say at first. She went, however, with her initial reaction, and went to Sam and put her arms around his neck. Then she did the same with Timmie. There was not even a hint of an impropriety, at the big men each hugged her in turn.
Sam said to her:

“Everything from your area is here now. Do you need any further help getting your stuff arranged and settled?”

“No, thanks, Sam,” she said, “Give me an hour to get my stuff arranged and then come back so that we can go over your part of the security apparatus that I’m not familiar with.” She laughed then and said, with a gleam in her eye:

“I already know about some of your talents.”

Sam and Timmie both grinned back at her. She went to them once again for a hug each. When she was standing with them, she said:

“Please don’t think that I will forget or have forgotten what I promised you this morning.”

Grinning at her, Sam said in return: “We’ll hold you to that.”

“Please do,” she answered.

“But you’re the boss now and you call the shots; you tell us when,” was Sam’s quick reply.

Once they had left, it took Joan a few minutes to get her mind around what had happened that morning. She didn’t even try to come to grips with the scope of all of it from the past few days.

Joan went to the phone immediately and called Gary. He was overjoyed at the good fortune of how the issue was turning out for Joan at work. His only concern was her continued subjection to a certain level of physical and sexual abuse. But Joan was adamant on that front also:

“Gary, I don’t even want to think about going back to the dowdy, non feeling, non responding bitch I’ve been. If this is what keeps me focused on that, then let them bring it on. As long as you’re still okay with it.”

“Babe,” he said to her with heat in his voice, “It really turns me on.

She did get herself settled and then called for one of the girls in the secretarial pool to bring her the files on the company’s security structure.

It was brought in by a lovely young blonde. Joan thanked her for the material. The blonde blushed and stood for a moment, until Joan asked her if there was anything.

The blonde said: “I just want to congratulate you on your new position.”

She had a lovely smile, was thin but fairly well built.

Joan stopped what she was doing and said to the girl:

“What is your name?”

The girl blushed again, and said quietly:

“I’m Samantha.”

“Well, Samantha,” Joan said back to her, “I need a full time secretary; are you interested in the job? It will be a change of grade for you and a nice raise.”

Samantha then blushed really, really deeply. “Oh, ma’am,” she said a little hesitatingly, “I’d really, really love that.”

Joan got up and went to the girl, extending her hand, and saying:

“Well, Samantha, welcome to security.”

Samantha smiled a shy smile at Joan and took the offered hand to shake with her new boss.

In a flash, in a relatively disorienting flash, Joan was aware of the fact that she had power over this shy young woman. She didn’t know why she divined that from their touch but she did. It was as if her contact with Shag and his ‘merry men’ had made her much more attuned to such a possibility. She thought that this new kind of perception probably would allow her to know when she was in the presence of someone who would have power over her. But right here and now, she was aware of her power over Samantha. She smiled broadly to welcome this lovely young woman to her ‘team’.

“Get your things together and we’ll put you in the outer office here.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Samantha said, holding onto Joan’s had a little too long.

But this too was a sure sign that ‘the new Joan’ was sure to pick up on.

Joan got Samantha set, and went back into her own office. She was determined to do something productive. She took the files that Samantha had given her and poured over them. As she went through them, she began to see that, to her orderly mind, there were great gaps in the way security was handled.

She worked with some notes , as she perused the security files and documents. Then she called Samantha in to have the notes transcribed as she worked on another are of security: the financial area.

“This is one,” she said to herself, “That I really can get a hold of; after all, I’m the one who did the stealing. Admitting it to herself gave her a jolt but she realized full well again that she’d been given another chance and would prove herself.”
In a few hours’ time she had an overview with some preliminary thoughts for action ready to present to John.
She called his office and asked if she could come and spend a few minutes talking to him. He told her to come ahead.

“Wish me luck,” Joan said to Samantha, as the two of them got the files ready for Joan to take to John’s office.
As she walked down the hall, she kept her wits about her. She knew precisely what she had to do, when she walked into John’s office. She wouldn’t slip up on that one again.

She entered the office, and put her files down on a table, positioning herself directly in front of his desk. She reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. It showed her pretty light blue panties. She slowly turned around to give him the benefit of seeing both her pussy and her ass.

“Very lovely, Joan,” he said, “I do like the way that you’re dressed today, right down to your panties. It brings out the beauty in you.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said to him blushing.

“I love it, when you blush,” he quipped to her, “But tell me what you have.”

Joan spent the next 20 minutes explaining to John what she’d discovered about the security setup and how she thought the company would benefit from some changes that she was proposing.

He was impressed. He said to her:

“Joan, I have had a notion that by trusting you with this kind of position, we were going to derive a huge benefit for the whole company. I’m really pleased that you’re showing me how right you are.”

“Thank you, Mr. Smart,” she said quietly.

“If these changes work out as I suspect, I imagine that we can forgive the amount that is still hanging over your head.”

Joan was shocked by that, and again thanked him.

“I’d like you to flesh those ideas out into concrete proposals and we’ll deal with them formally.”
She thanked him again profusely, and then thoughts swirled around in her mind. She stood uncertainly in front of his desk, and wasn’t sure if she should speak up or not.

When John Smart looked up at her, he noticed the difference in her attitude,and he got a big grin on his face. Instead of acknowledging it, he innocently enough asked her:

“Is there anything else, Joan?”

“Well, uh, Mr. Smart,” she began, “I really am grateful and I was wondering if there was anything else I could do for you to show my gratefulness.”

John laughed out loud then. “Oh, Joan, you are a real treasure, you are. I’m afraid that we’ve set you on fire and you are having trouble dealing with the flames. But, no, thank you, I have a meeting in a few minutes and I’ll have to decline your generous offer. Why don’t you just go stand by the door, unbutton your blouse and unhook your bra for me? Then we’ll see each other after lunch.”

Joan went to the door, she realized, gladly. This was so new for her, this wanton disposition. She didn’t know quite what to do about it. She faced him and smiled, proceeding to unbutton her blouse. Next came the front hook of her bra. When both were undone, she spread the lapels of her blouse and her bra wide, giving him a good view of her tits with their hard nipples.

“Lovely tits, Joan,” he said. “But wait there just a minute.”

He took a pen from his drawer, and went to where she was. Just above her tits in red he wrote the words:

‘Cocksucker’. Joan blushed crimson, when she realized what he was doing. But she kept her head and said to him:

“Thank you, Mr. Smart, for marking me.”

He surprised her then by leaning into her and kissing her lips. She stared into his eyes, when the kiss, a very nice kiss it was too, was finished.

“Go now,” he said, “Come back later and we’ll look over the proposal in detail.”

Joan fixed her blouse and bra and went back to her office with her material. Samantha, her new secretary, watched her come into the office area, and asked, with some concern:

“Are you alright, Ma’am?”

Joan smiled at Samantha and filed her concern away for another time. She was getting good vibes from her new secretary. She had never explored the dom role but her secretary was making her think about it now seriously.

She answered with a smile: “Oh, Samantha, I’m fine; a proposal that I’m working on just is going well, that’s all.”

“Well, good for you, Ma’am,” Samantha said, and seemed truly pleased.

Joan stood by Samantha’s desk for a few minutes and spoke with her, noticing in the process, that Samantha’s nice sized tits had hard nipples poking against her white blouse.

Joan went into her office to work on the proposals with a real smile on her face, and a kind of new direction for part of her sexual tension.

After a bit, Samantha knocked on the door, and when she came into Joan’s office, she asked if there was a set routine for lunch times. It reminded Joan of the errand that she wanted to take care of over lunch.

Joan told her about the lunch times and when Samantha went back into her part of the office, prepared to go to do her shopping. She told Samantha on the way out that she’d be out for an hour or so doing some shopping, and left.
Joan had already researched where she wanted to go. She took a cab and went to an equestrian shop in the down town area.

She was nervous as she went into the store. She browsed around just a bit before a an older lady, grayish hair pulled back into a bun, approached her and asked if she could help show her anything.

Joan was afraid that her nervousness was showing but she plunged on with her errand:

“I’d like to see some riding crops, please.”

“Of course, ma’am,” the lady returned. But Joan thought that she was looking at her with a kind of a strange look in her eye.

She took Joan into a back corner of the large store, and began to ask her some questions:

“Now let me ask some questions to be sure that we’re getting exactly the correct crop for madame.”

Joan blushed, when the woman said that, and the woman noticed her blushing.

“Is the crop for madam's use?”

“Uh, no,” Joan said, “It’s actually for my boss.”

It was the very next question that trapped Joan, and she knew, once it was asked that she couldn’t, wouldn’t avoid it. She had never anticipated this kind of situation, when she went out shopping for the crop.

The woman asked: “Does he ride, madame?”

Joan’s face really went red then; she looked around desperately as though she were going to flee but the woman put her hand on Joan’s arm and said in a fairly strong voice:

“You can tell me, you know.”

“I can?” Joan said in a tiny voice.

“Yes,” came the answer.

Joan gulped and said: “No, he doesn’t ride.”

“I see, madame,” she said then, “So, our crop is for a different use, is it not?”

Joan looked around again, and finally said:

“Yes, it’s for a different use.”

“Then we will certainly want to get the correct riding crop, won’t we, madame?” the woman said.

“Yes, yes, I, uh, think that we will.”

“And what is madam's name?” the woman wanted to know.

Joan looked at the woman and knew that she was lost just from the light in the woman’s eyes, she might as well have been naked and still back with Shag and his ‘merry men.’

“I’m Joan,” she said simply.

“Well, Joan,” the lady said, “We have only one more very important question to ask.

Her tone was a bit brisk but very clear, and authoritative. Joan realized that a difficult question was coming.

But the sales lady smiled a broad smile at Joan and asked:

“Is this crop maybe to be used on you?”

Joan averted the older woman’s eyes but said a very soft: “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ah,” said the sales woman; “Then I understand. Wait here a moment.”

She went across the aisle and said “Wendy, can you come here a minute?”

The sales woman was joined then by another woman, slightly younger but also a bit severe in appearance.

“Wendy,” the sales woman said, “This is Joan. Joan this is Ms. Wendy, and I am Mrs. Eltringham.”

Joan was overcome by what seemed to be happening or, she was sure, was about to happen. She found herself automatically dropping a curtsey to the two women.

They both smiled. Mrs. Eltringham turned to Wendy, and said: “Isn’t it lovely, how polite that Joan is?”

“Positively enchanting,” Wendy answered.

“Well, it seems,” Mrs. Eltringham went on, “That our Joan is looking to buy a riding crop for her boss to use on her.”

“Oh, lovely,” Wendy said. Then she turned to Joan and said to Joan:

“Come with us and we’ll get this taken care of to your complete satisfaction.”

They walked off toward a door by the display cases with Joan between them. Joan didn’t even think of changing her mind about this. It was certainly unexpected but then almost all of what had been happening to her recently was unexpected.

The three of them entered a back part of the store. It was a kind of storage room but had some furniture in it. There were a few chairs, and a kind of a rack off to one side. It stood about three and a half feet high.

Mrs. Eltringham said to Joan, when they were in the room:

“Now, Joan, we’re going to demonstrate the possibilities for you. There are three basic models that you can choose from. Wendy here is going to make sure that you’re in the correct position, and I’ll do the demonstrating. Questions?”

“Here? Now?” Joan said with a twinge of fear in her voice.

“Of course, you silly girl,” Mrs. Eltringham said to her.

Then without any further talk, Wendy took hold of Joan’s arm and walked her to the rack. She pushed on Joan’s upper back so that her stomach was at the rack and she was bent over it at the waist.

Mrs. Eltringham stepped up and said to Joan, who was looking up at her:

“Here’s the first model; they all cost about the same amount but are made differently. I’m going to try this first over top of your skirt.”

The blow to her ass, over her skirt, that followed made Joan jump. It was delivered with a kind of force that almost brought a cry from Joan’s throat.

“See, Joan?” Mrs. Eltringham asked.

Joan shook her head ‘yes’.

“Okay, Wendy,” Mrs. Eltringham said then, “We’ll have the skirt up for this one.”

Wendy took Joan’s skirt by its hem and pulled it up exposing Joan’s blue panties.

“Very pretty panties, Joan,” Mrs. Eltringham said to her.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Joan said.

“Now let’s try this without the skirt interfering.

A sharp blow to her ass followed. Again Joan bit her lip to keep from crying out. But the effect of her being in this room with two ladies who held her in place and were whipping her ass was beginning to tell on Joan. She was certainly getting wet.

“Wendy,” Mrs. Eltringham said, “We won’t need her to have her panties on for this one.”

Wendy pulled Joan’s panties down for the third test of this crop. The effect on her bare ass was much harder than the other two blows. Joan jumped and groaned out loud.

“Very nice,” was Mrs. Eltringham’s comment. Then she produced another crop and they went through the very same sequence. Wendy did the gradual uncovering of Joan and the blows that Mrs. Eltringham was delivering got successively severe. The third type of crop was then used.

When they stopped, Joan had her panties around her ankles, her skirt tucked up into its own waist band, and tears on her face.

“You make a lovely picture standing there as a chastened submissive,” Mrs. Eltringham said to her. “Your boss will be enchanted.”

Joan had picked the crop that was stiffest and caused the greatest pain. Both sales women were pleased with her choice.

Mrs. Eltringham finally told Joan to pull her panties up and fix her skirt, when Wendy intervened:

“Sarah,” she said, “Shouldn’t we make at least one test of the selected crop on Joan’s nipples?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Eltringham said, “I think that we probably should. “Get her ready.”

Without asking Joan at all, Wendy unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra and pulled the fabric back far enough to expose her tits. She held Joan’s arms back by the elbows,having the effect of pushing her tits and nipples forward.

Mrs. Eltringham was smiling as she began to inflict blows on Joan’s available tits and nipples. She gave each tit and each nipple three blows from the crop that had been selected for purchase.

It was on the very last of the lashes across her nipples that caused Joan to stiffen in Wendy’s arms and shake, moaning her way through an orgasm brought on by the whipping.

“My, my you are into pain, my dear,” Mrs. Eltringham said to Joan.

Joan, without hesitating, took Mrs. Eltringham’s hand and kissed her hand. She followed with the same gesture with Wendy.

She was excited about the gift that she’d purchased for John Smart. She could hardly wait to give it to him.

Joan hailed cab to take her back to work; she figured that she had just enough time to get there. She had a hard time, during the cab ride, to get Mrs. Eltringham, and Wendy out of her mind. She found herself musing about how sorry she was that she didn’t have time to stay there a while.

“Yes,” she admitted, “And let them beat my ass more and make dirty demands of me.”

Joan was surprised at this thought but realized quickly that all that had begun to happen to her was driving this kind of consciousness in her. And she also realized that she was pleased by it. She needed to talk to Gary about it.

She phoned him, while in the cab, and told him of the gift of the crop for Mr. Smart, and how she’d had her ass beaten by the two ladies at the store, where she bought the crop.

Gary was certainly excited by the news and said that he’d be in lust until he heard more from her later that night.

“Your husband?” the cabbie asked.

“Uh, yes,” Joan admitted.

It was only then that she realized that the cabbie had heard all that she said about her purchase and the experience at the store. He was grinning at her in the mirror.

While she was watching him in the mirror, smiling back at him, he repositioned the mirror so that he could see her lap.

Joan was at first shocked by the implication but realized that the man, not attractive at all, was probably turned on by what he’d heard.

She had a surge of her as yet unsatisfied sexual lust flash within her, an without further thinking, but knowing that he eyes were watching her, she gripped the hem of her skirt and hiked it up to her waist.

“Thank you,” the cabbie said in a growly voice.

“You’re welcome, sir,” Joan said, lapsing easily into her servant mode, even here in the cab.

“Knees farther apart,” was his next comment.

“Yes, of course,” Joan said, and moved her knees apart so that he could rivet his attention on the crotch of her blue panties.

“Did you like them hitting you with the crop?” he wanted to know.

There was not even a possibility of Joan holding back information from him at that point.

“Oh, yes, sir,” she said; she was both turned on and humiliated by the way that she was responding to this complete stranger.

She also had the wild notion that she wasn’t doing enough to please or satisfy him. Without a word about it, her fingers stole among the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning it all the way to show her matching bra, and then unhooking her bra also. When the bra was unhooked, she spread the folds of the bra and the blouse so that he could see her bare tits with her stiffened nipples.

“Very nice,” he said. Adding then: “Name?”

“I’m Joan, sir,” she said meekly.

“Well, Joan,” he went on, “What time are you finished with work?”

“Uh, 4:30, sir;” she answered.

“Good,” he continued then, “At 4:30 I’ll be outside your building to take you back to the store. You should give the women another chance at you. Don’t you think?”

It struck Joan like a bolt of lightning; yes, she knew immediately, it was exactly what she wanted to do.

“Why, yes, sir,” she said brightly, “Thank you for suggesting it, sir.”

“You can thank me properly, when I take you to the store. Do you understand, Joan?”

“Yes, I certainly do, sir,” she answered, realizing clearly that she was promising this man at least a blow job.

They were finally at her building. Joan hastily readjusted her blouse and bra, and paid the driver.

“Forget the tip, Joan,” he said to her, “I’ll collect that later.”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” she said, and still feeling that she needed to show her sincerity about this, she handed him her card with her numbers on it.

“Good girl,” he said, taking the card.

She went into the building, aware of the fact that he was watching her ass, as she went. She moved it from side to side to give him a little show. She heard the taxi horn blare in appreciation. Just as she got into the building, she turned and waved. The taxi driver nodded.

She went back to the office and told Samantha that she’d need a bit of time, that she was going to be busy with a phone call.

She took a deep breath and dialed the number of the shop where she bought the crop, and asked from Mrs. Eltringham.

The woman’s half familiar voice came on the phone, and Joan spoke up right away:

“Mrs. Eltringham, this is Joan; I was . . .uh, just there . . .”

“I recognize your voice, Joan,” Mrs. Eltringham broke in, “What can I do for you.”

“Please forgive me for bothering you,” Joan continued, “But I do have a question.”

“It’s no bother, Joan,” came the reply, “We did get to know one another a bit, when you were shopping with us.

Excuse me a minute and I’ll get Wendy on the extension.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Joan said quickly.

She was then talking to Wendy and Mrs. Eltringham:

“I have called for two reasons really, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead, child,” Mrs. Eltringham said to her in a soothing voice.

“I was, uh, hoping, uh, that you weren’t . . .you know . . .uh finished with me quite,” Joan said meekly.

Mrs. Eltringham broke in with a laugh: “You are a darling, Joan,” she said, “Don’t you think so, Wendy?”

“Oh, quite!” Wendy agreed.

“No, dear,” Mrs. Eltringham continued then, “We are not indeed finished with you yet. Come back to the store today; when are you finished with work?”

“Uh, 4:30 ma’am,” Joan answered, “I’ll get a taxi right away and come over then.”

“And your other item?” Mrs. Eltringham wanted to know.

“Well, it’s about the crop,” Joan began. “I’d like some advice about how to present it to my boss.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Eltringham said, “Continue.”

Joan went on to tell the two of them of the arrangement with John Smart, of her showing her panties upon entering the office.

“But, you see,” Joan said then, “He always initiates the contacts. I’m asking for him to use the crop on me; I don’t want to seem ‘forward’, if you know what I mean?”

“Of course we do, “Wendy answered, “May I, Mrs. E?”

“Please do, Wendy,” the other lady said.

“It’s simple, Joan, instead of just showing your panties, when you go into his office, you strip to your panties, and then crawling to him, you present the crop as a gift. He will understand both the gift and the way that you’re presenting it to him, I assure you.”

Joan realized that they were right about that. She almost simpered:

“Of course you’re right; I don’t quite know how to say ‘thank you’ for the advice.”

Mrs. Eltringham broke in then and said: “Oh, we’ll show you how to do that this afternoon after 4:30 PM.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joan concluded, “Thank you so much.”

Joan then added: “I’m, uh, looking forward to seeing you this afternoon,”

“I’m sure you are,” Mrs. Eltringham said, “Well, we assure you that you’ll have an interesting time.”

“Thank you again,” Joan said as she hung up.

Her next call was to John Smart:

“John,” she began, when he answered his phone, “I hope I’m not disturbing your lunch.”

“No, Joan,” it’s fine, “What can I do for you? Do you have those proposals fleshed out and ready?”

“No, sir,” she said a bit nervously, “It’s something else that I’d like to see you about, if I may?”

“Yes, surely, come over right away.”

Joan said to Samantha, as she passed her desk:

“I will be with John Smart; I don’t want to be disturbed; take anything that comes in for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Samantha said, looking up at her boss almost adoringly.

Joan smiled to herself, as she moved up the hall with the gift; she thought, just thought that she’d have to do something about that look from Samantha.

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