The Office Of Sir Leighton, Ch. 01

The blare of the alarm was what woke from from a delicious sex dream, the feeling of my imminent orgasm insistent between legs begging me to take time time to start the morning off right. A quick glance at the time let me know i was already risking being late to work.

"Fuucckkk" i groaned, know i couldn't afford to be late on the first week at a new job. I rushed to get my ass in gear, throwing on the closest outfit at hand without really thinking about it. The drive in to work only served to highlight the fact that the mood I'd woken up in was not going to be brushed lightly aside. It also wasn't helped by my growing attraction to my new boss - Sir Leighton.

As he explained on the first day, he had inherited a baronetcy from his father meaning he was legally allowed to use the title Sir in his name - and doing so was, for some reason, great for his business as a divorce lawyer! Women flocked to him to handle their legal troubles and I could see why - his manner was very reassuring and his looks sealed the deal. He was mature enough to have jus a touch of salt in his otherwise dark hair but his intense blue grey eyes were really what drew you in. In the week he had been there, I had seen him work his magic time and again, calming distraught women who sought to leave the cheating, lying or problematic husbands.

My new job was to learn the ropes of a legal secretary. I'd been sent on a one year training placement from the local job center to bolster my skills. I was to manage the phones and filing system, sure, but often my job entailed being in the office with him, grabbing the files and cases he referenced while on the phone, or the forms he needed while clients were in the office. I was also to serve as a female supervisory presence for women who had experienced violence - he felt not being alone in a room with a male helped them cope with the situation better.

Arriving at work, I took a quick peek at his schedule of appointments for the day. In the morning he had a series of phone appointment booked, meaning i was going to be spending my time in his office running and fetching. I gathered up the files I thought he might need and headed in, noting he was already on the first phone call. Shit, I was late this morning anyways, I realized. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at me as I walked in.

Sitting on the second chair in the office to start my shift, I was surprised to realize i felt the cool leather of the seat against directly against my lower ass. Glancing down, I realized the skirt I had grabbed in my haste was much to short to be appropriate for a legal office. "Strike Two" i thought, mentally tallying up the reasons why i was going to lose this placement.

I was jolted from my introspection when stopped his conversation to ask me to get the O'Rourke file. I rushed to grab the file from the lower drawer, but as i squatted down to search for it, my panties drew tightly against my still sensitized clit and i couldn't help but to gasp from the sensation. I hurried to find the file, mentally acknowledging this was going to be one long morning in the state i was in and hoping i got it together soon. When i handed him the file, his intent and amused stare didn't help me focus one bit.

The morning was a busy one - it dragged on as i pulled file after file, each trip to the file cabinet forcing me to squat causing that delicious friction again, leaving me slick all morning, trying to hide what I was feeling as I felt his eyes follow me around the room. Between the number of mistakes i made that morning, the outfit and the lateness I was sure when he hung up the phone for the morning, the first thing that was going to happen was me, getting fired.

Instead you asks me to grab a new print cartridge from the supply cabinet in front of your desk. Hesitantly, I comply, once again squatting down to look for the item requested. When I hear you groan quietly, i look up from my search to find you sitting, watching me, eyes flashing and the bulge in your pants obvious.

"You do realize" you say tightly, " I can see your damn lace panties flashing at me every time you bend down, don't you? Hell, I can smell you from here. It's damn clear why you have been making mistakes all morning long."

I gasp, and flush with embarrassment. The office feel like its shrunk to the tiny space between us. I stare down at the floor, waiting for you to tell me to pack my things and get out.

"What am I going to do about this?" you muse out loud. "Should I be you boss and punish you for your lack of focus this morning? Or should I be a gentleman and offer to help with what you are clearly suffering from?"

Shocked, I glance up into your eyes again, face beet red.

"Well?" you ask, you eyes daring me to answer.

"I..I don't know" I stammer, "I'm so sorry Sir, I shouldn't have"

"Don't be sorry" you interrupt me gently, "Just tell me what you need."

You lean in closer, voice low, "Do you need me to fuck you like your body has been begging me to all morning? Or...is it something else you crave? A firm hand, a little discipline perhaps, to remind you of your job here?"

"Both Sir", I whisper, my face aflame.

"Both?" you chuckle softly. "I should have know. That's quite the ambitious request

"I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to..." I falter, then start again, "I didn't realize you would be able to tell Sir."

You smirk. "You underestimate me. I notice everything, And right now, I notice you you are still dripping wet and desperate for relief aren't you? But first, I think you need to be punished for your distraction this morning."

You stand, motioning towards the desk in front of you. "Come here" you say firmly, and i stand to comply.

"Lets deal with your punishment first. Then we will see about giving you what you really want. Now, eyes up here" you say, as you lift my chin with a finger, forcing me to look at you. "Tell me, what are you being punished for?"

"For being distracted and making mistakes this morning, Sir?" I question.

You nod sternly. "And what else?" you ask, as you finger leaves my chin and begins light tracing a path down my throat to my breasts,

"For showing you my panties?" I guess

"That's right" you smirk.

"I'm sorry" I say with a soft moan as your hand works it way under my blouse to find and tweak a nipple.

"You don't sound sorry at all"

"I'm trying to be" I pant as you continue toying with my hardened nipple.

"We need to rectify that immediately. Turn around. Hands on the other side of the desk, Skirt, if you can call it that, up" you command.

Turning, I bend over you desk, flipping up my skirt to expose my lace panties fully as I do so.

"Good" you pause, "Now let me see what I am working with" you state as your foot forces my legs further apart.

I comply, spreading my legs further apart and angling my hips so you can see where the moisture has soaked through already.

"Perfect" you groan. "Now, stay still"

You bring your hand down sharply against my exposed flesh, the sharp sound filling the small room. I moan sharply as you massage the stinging area.

"That's for distracting me" you state. "There will be 5. Count for me"

"Yes Sir" I breathe, "one"

The second one is slight harder, and I moan "two" as you rub away the sting.

"That's for being so distracted yourself"

With the third strike, you chuckle as I struggle to remember to count out "Three"

"You're enjoy this aren't you? You are completely soaked" you muse as your hand rub lower towards my slit.

"Yes sir" I admit quietly.

"Maybe this isn't punishment enough. You aren't meant to be enjoying it" you muse as strike number 4 lands, the hardest one yet.

I try to bite back my moan, try to slow my breathing. "Four"

"Good Girl. You're almost there. Last one now, make it count"

You deliver the last strike directly to my cunt and I moan helplessly as you massage the sting away. 'Five" i gasp

"You took that well" you state as you slowly lower my panties to the ground.

"Did that make you feel better" you smirk as your finger slowly trails back up my inner leg towards my pussy.

"Did it help you focus" you ask, as you finger easily works its way in between my slick folds to find my clit.

My hips jerk reflexively, working my clit against your finger as a second one joins it.

"So fucking eager" you growl.

"Please" I beg, " I need....." i let my voice trail off

"Need what?" you demand "Let me hear you say it."

"I need you" I gasp as your fingers work my clit

"Be Specific" your fingers slow their speed until they are nearly stopped, "you need me where?"

"My clit, my pussy. I need you to touch me, to fuck me, to make me cum" i cry out as your fingers begin rubbing fast against my clit again.

"Very well, you can have two things before i give myself the third", you say. Your fingers increase their pressure as my hips buck against them.

You lean in close "You are so wet, How long have you been dripping for me?"

"Since i woke up" i admit brokenly, lost to my arousal,

"I could tell the moment you walked into the office this morning"

"Sir, please" I beg, "I need you cock inside of me.

"Fuck" you groan, "You have no idea how much I want just that. But not before you cum for me like this" Your fingers thrust deep inside me, curing to hit my g-spot.

"Your close aren't you? I can feel it, the way you are tightening on my fingers. Fuck" you growl, your fingers working hard at my g-spot now. "Cum for me" you demand and, helplessly, i shatter, my body convulsing, my slickness working its way down your hand.

Gently removing your hand, you wipe it on a handkerchief you produce from a pocket. Sitting down, you lower me to your lap. "Im not done with you", you state "but while you catch your breath i do have some questions"

(chapter 2 coming soon)