Incest/Taboo Sandy

My name is Joe. I am 30 years old, 6'1", 190lbs. I am not married and have no children.

Until 2020 I dedicated my life to baseball, swimming, reading biographies of famous people and last but not least, attending Harvard and getting my degrees in economics and business.

About a year ago I opened an office of business consulting.

The first clients were family members, friends and relatives.

My reputation as a Harvard graduate, smart businessman grew fast and 6 months later I got so busy, that I was able to move to a bigger office and needed to hire an assistant.

I advertised the position on several social media sites and mentioned that candidates would be interviewed the next Tuesday at 10 am in my current office.

On Tuesday I came to work at 8:30 am and there were already 5 people waiting outside.

I knew that I needed somebody with at least computer skills and business experience. Being highly motivated, hard worker and having pleasant personality were a bonus.

In theory it sounded like I knew WHAT I wanted, but in an interview that lasts only 15 minutes, one cannot verify many of the candidates claims, even when they had a CV ready, copies of certifications and recommendation letters.

Two of the first 5 candidates I talked to, I scored as 'reasonable'.

By the time I finished with the first batch of candidates, I noticed 4 more people in the waiting room.

I called them one by one.

Forty minutes later I was ready to see the last candidate.

It was a young woman, that was standing by the exit door ready to leave.

"Miss, if you are still interested, I can see you now."

"Sir, after interviewing other candidates, I am sure that you already found your best person."

"Not really. Every candidate brought something to the table, but as you are well aware, each one has flaws as well. So to answer the question you didn't ask - I do not have a lock on anybody yet. Look, since you are already here, why don't you stay another 15 minutes and we'll talk."

"OK. My name is Sandra Baines. By the way, I am not a 'miss', I am married. "

I smiled, "Good for you. I am not married... Yet."

She was my last interview of the day, so I wasn't in a hurry.

I sat down and looked at her documents. She graduated from Barnard college in New York and had excellent recommendation letters from 2 of her professors.

I took few minutes to test her knowledge in basic subjects - computers, economics, etc. She spoke quietly and gave clear and concise answers. She was doing very well.

She also had something else that I couldn't put my hands on.

Was it her tone of voice? the look in her eyes?

She intrigued me...

After half an hour of questioning her, I became convinced that she was the best candidate.

I offered her the job. I mentioned generous benefits and good initial salary (that was 20% above the average starting salary for similar position in the area).

She blushed and accepted it immediately, "Thank you sir for your confidence in me. I am sure that you had other good candidates. I hope that I won't disappoint you. When do you want me to start?"

"I think that next Monday will be best. By then I'll have time to arrange the office for the two of us with desks, chairs, telephone systems and everything else that you might need."

I extended my hand to her, "Sandra, it was nice to meet you. I am sure that we'll be a good team. I'll see you Monday at 8 am."

She blushed again and it was the first time I got a good look of her. She was about 5'6", short light brown hair and nice face lines. She was not overweight, but the conservative blue 2 piece suit hid any detail of her body. Simple 2" heels shoes completed the ensemble.

In the next few days I rearranged the office space.

My large room was at the far end and had a wide desk, a couch, 2 chairs and a twin size bed in case I wanted to rest.

Sandra's office was somewhat smaller and was situated near mine. Her desk was not as big as mine, but more modern and her swivel chair was very comfortable. She also had a wall closet. I bought her a new laptop computer with the latest software.

Spending extra time on the new office rearrangement took time and I had to come to work on Saturday to finish my duties.

Sandra showed up 5 minutes early on Monday wearing a conservative suit again.

In the first 4 hours I showed her the new office space, her computer functions and explained what I was working on these days.

Sandra was a quick learner and when I was done, she asked only few questions.

After we were finished, I assigned for her simple tasks the next 3 days, in order to check her ability to work independently. I also wanted to give her time to approach me with questions, comments and suggestions.

Part of her job was to help me with secretarial tasks like typing, filing and scheduling.

Sandra's first week was as good as expected. No obvious mistakes or mishaps.

She seemed to know her limitations and came to ask relevant questions every time an important decision had to be made.

Even though we hardly knew each other, we started feeling more at ease with each other.

On Friday evening I flew to Minneapolis to meet with a client on a confidential matter, that could not be solved on the phone or by zoom. My flight back was scheduled for Saturday night.

On my flight back I realized that there was still a contract that I had to finish by Monday morning and forgot all about it. Well, I'd have to work on it on Sunday.

Sunday morning I watched a tennis game on TV. It ended at 4 pm.

I ate lunch and then went to the office to work on the contract.

This assignment turned out to be more complicated than I thought.

I was working on it and alternating drinking coffee and beer.

I was finished by 10 pm and was totally spent.

It was better to sleep in the office than trying to drive home, because I was too tired and drank too much alcohol.

I didn't have a pajama in the office, but I had a toothbrush and electric shaver...

I locked my office door, covered myself with a soft blanket and slept like a log.

I woke up hearing a woman's voice from a distance.

It was 7:30 am.

I was ready to open my door, when I heard Sandra talking on the phone, "Barbara, you don't understand. It was the third time already! I don't get it. We are married for 2 years now and he treats me like a precious flower. He is ready to do everything for me, which was nice in the beginning, but he has no spine. Each time I tell him to do something, he is happy to obey. Every time I start an argument, he gives up, even when he is right! He is such a wimp. I can't take it anymore."

There was quiet for a minute when Barbara was saying something and then Sandra replied, "Barb, you are right that he is better than an abusive husband, but it's no fun when he cannot stand up for himself. Look, even in bed he expects ME to take the initiative and decide what position we'll use for sex... I need a stronger man! I need somebody that will take charge! I want to be told what to do..."

After another short break, "I tried it! I really tried few times, but he is too soft. I don't know what to do."

Another silence and then, "My new boss is handsome and nice. I don't know him well enough yet. So far he treated me well and in a courteous way. I hope that he turns out to be more dominant and demanding... I really need a strong man in my life right now."

A short break and I heard Sandra laughing, "Yes, I saw the movie 'Secretary' with Maggie Gyllenhaal. It was so erotic... Are you suggesting that I start screwing up like her in order to see his reaction?"

The conversation became very interesting. I stayed quietly by the door.

"Barb, I'll try, but I do not want to make too many mistakes, because he may fire me instead of disciplining me. Anyway, I have to hang up. I leave the office for 10 minutes, grab something to eat from Wendy's across the street and be back at 8 am. Talk to you later."

As she left the office I opened the door, brushed my teeth, freshened up a little and returned to my office, pretending that I just entered the door.

Two minutes after I was done, Sandra came back carrying her breakfast with her.

"Good morning Joe. I brought myself breakfast. Do you want me to make your coffee?"

"That will be nice. Later on, I'd like to see what you did on Friday. As you know, Mr Honig will be here in the afternoon and we need to present to him our suggestions."

"I'll bring you the coffee first. Will it be OK if we discuss everything at 10 am?"

"Sandra, I'd rather do it at 9, unless you didn't finish it yet."

"I'll be ready and bring it to you at 9 am sharp."

When she brought the coffee I asked, "Sandra, you have a nice name. However, I prefer to call you Sandy. Do you mind?"

She looked surprised, "No sir. Sandy is fine with me."

At 8:59 she knocked on my door, "Can I enter?"

"Come on in Sandy."

We sat and she introduced her ideas about the project.

Most of the design she showed me was grade A stuff, but there was a MAJOR flaw in advertising the business.

It was clear to me that Sandy was too smart to make it by accident.

Was she testing my reaction based on Barbara's suggestion?!...

Well, if she wanted to test my dominance, I was ready for her.

I calmly explained to her the big mistake she made and told her that I was disappointed. Since it was the first time, I said that I'd let it go. She seemed too smart to repeat that and I had no plan to fire her. However, next time such a major error may force me to a punish her.

She gave me a strange stare.

Did it show fear? surprise? curiosity? lust?...

The afternoon session with Mr Honig went well and we signed a contract for the next 2 years.

After the meeting I was happy and said to Sandy, "You helped me get this new business. You were great. Let's go to the nearest bar and have a drink on me."

In the bar I ordered gin & tonic. Sandy had a glass of Chardonnay.

We started chatting and she said that although she was married, she never really wanted kids. She used to be wilder in college, like most others at that age, but became more docile and conservative as a married woman. Then she asked me about my relationships.

"Sandy, I had a couple of girlfriends before. At present I do not have one."

After almost finishing her glass, Sandy's talk became more loose and free.

I asked, "Aren't you missing your college fun days?"

"Sometimes I do. Back then I didn't have to think about home duties, about my attire, being home on time for my husband, who I was befriending with... Now I am married and I love my husband, but there are some restrictions..."

"You can still make some changes. For example, you do not have to wear suits to work. You can have on a blouse and skirt or a dress. I am sure that it will look good on you!"

"You don't mind that I'll appear less professional?"

"The opposite is true. As long as you don't wear dirty or ripped clothes, you can come to the office having on anything you like."

She smirked, "Joe, you probably mean 'respectable' clothes."

I chuckled, "Not really. It's only you and me in the office, so if you want to wear short revealing clothes, it's OK by me. But if this is the case, you'll have to keep a set of formal clothes in the closet, in case we invite a client to the office."

She chortled, "You are a very unusual boss..."

"Sandy dear, over time you'll find out that I am very liberal in certain aspects of my life, attire and relationships are good examples. But concerning work I expect excellent performance. I know that you can be very good when you are motivated, so I expect to get your best, otherwise you'll see my other, more DOMINANT side."

I emphasized the word 'dominant', to remind Sandy her phone call with Barbara.

I was curious to see if she'd take the bait.

Sandy did not answer. Again, she gazed at me, trying to look for a hidden message.

We separated 10 minutes later.

The next day Sandy showed up to work with a midi type dress.

I commented that she looked beautiful. She blushed.

It wasn't a compliment. Under her conservative suits this young lady was hiding a great body. Long legs, thin waist and ample breasts that were barely contained by the upper part of her dress. When she leaned forward, the cleavage was on display...

I reminded Sandy that she needed to type a 4 pages letter to one of our customers and bring it to me in half an hour. Actually, I could have read it on my computer, but for some reason I always preferred to read from a paper...

Twenty minutes later she reappeared in my office.

She stood in front of my desk, leaned forward and handed me the letter.

My eyes were hypnotized by her generous cleavage. She caught me and smiled.

I knew that with her barely covered tits on full display, I won't be able to concentrate on the letter. I said, "Let me read the letter and we'll talk later."

She went back to her office.

Sandy was very good at writing letters and I was looking at the draft casually.

But then I noticed one big mistake. The word 'two' was written instead of 'too'.

I began reading the letter more thoroughly and found 2 more errors.

I called her to my office.

"Sandy, do you remember what I said about being excellent at work?"

"Of course. That's why I checked and then rechecked my work..."

"Then can you explain to me these mistakes?!"

Her face became crimson red, "I am sorry Joe... I am not sure what happened..."

"Well girl, it's the second time that you are not very careful about very important issue. What kind of punishment you deserve in your opinion?"

"Sir, I don't know. Please do not fire me or deduct from my salary. I like to work here."

"Sandy, I like you. But I do not appreciate cases of negligence. You leave me 2 options. Either you add Saturday & Sunday to your work schedule, or some corporeal punishment! What do you think?"

"Please, on weekends I have to be home. I am married..."

"Sandy, you leave me no alternative. Stand in front of my desk and lean forward. I am going to spank you 5 times with my bare hands. I want you to count every stroke. Understood?"

She whispered, "Yes sir."

She leaned forward and I gazed at her fantastic cleavage one last time, before standing up and moving around to her side of the desk.

The first stroke was not so hard. She counted "one."

The second one was more powerful. "two."

The next 3 were harder, but she didn't budge. "three, four, five."

I finished and returned to my seat in front of her.

She remained bent forward and had a little smile, "Sir, I know that I deserved this punishment. I'll try to be better next time. May I stand up straight now, or this pose in front of you is part of my punishment?"

"Sandy, go to your office and retype this letter again. Bring it to me as soon as you are done!"

Fifteen minutes later she handed me the second draft.

Remembering her phone discussion with Barbara and her casual reaction to her spanking, I needed to check the letter again.

The mistakes I found before were corrected, but 2 new errors appeared...

"Sandy, come here!"

"What happened?"

"What are these 2 new blunders?"

"I don't know sir... It may be because I am less focused today..."

"Sandy, that is a lousy excuse and you know it!"

"Sir, do you want me to bend over your desk again?"

"First I want you to take off your dress. It is obvious that it gives your butt a lot of cushioning, so spanking you did not have the desired effect."

"But I'll have on only a bra and panties..."

"You are right. So if you rather stay here and work the weekend, we can do it instead..."

"No, I can't do it. I'll remove the dress..."

Sandy took off the dress in a slow motion, glancing at my face the whole time.

Geez! Her body was amazingly gorgeous!... The contrast between her flat tummy and her large protruding boobs was impressive. An absolute Playboy body!

I moved again behind her and ordered her to spread her legs slightly.

"Sandy, this time I'll flog you 10 times and you better count them aloud.

The first blow landed on her muscular ass cheek. "one."

My palm hit her beautiful ass, alternating right and left cheeks.

The last 3 blows were really hard.

Sandy counted the strokes dutifully without any sign of distress.

Toward the end a stain was seen on her panties. It grew until the 10th blow...

This lady did not suffer at all! In fact she became aroused...

I went back to my seat and looked at Sandy's face.

She stayed bent, presenting her fantastic cleavage to me.

Gradually she lifted her eyes to me and smirked, "Sir I deserved that punishment. I am sorry, but I was too distracted. It happened to me before on occasions, so I cannot promise that it won't happen again..."

"No Sandy. You make sure that it doesn't happen again, because next time the spanking will be accomplished with nothing covering your ass cheeks, in order to make sure that nothing soften the blows. Is it understood?"

Her sharp eyes caught me peeking again at her barely covered tits and a smile decorated her pretty face, "At least I'll have my bra on..."

I whispered, "For now..."

She heard me and laughed. She dressed up, slowly... and left my office to retype the letter the 3rd time.

There were no mistakes this time.

"You see girl, when you are motivated, your work is exemplary!"

She didn't answer.

The next day she showed up with a nice midi skirt and a white blouse.

When Sandy brought me the coffee, I whistled appreciatively. She blushed.

The day passed without a hitch. We discussed cases and she typed 5 pages for me. There were no errors.

On the surface it looked as if the whole week our work flowed like nothing happened before. Except for 2 aspects.

The first issue was related to her attire. Sandy started wearing shorter skirts, that for the first time let her knees show. Her blouses were lighter and thinner, sometimes showing her shoulder straps.

The second 'thing' was... tension.

We both felt that since Sandy's errors & punishment, the atmosphere had changed.

When we passed each other in the hall, we were both sneaking peeks at each other. During shared time at work, we tried to talk about our business, but often our discussions paused for no apparent reason and we both burst in uneasy laughter, trying to lighten the situation.

The next Monday Sandy seemed somewhat different.

She had on similar clothes and offered me the morning coffee as usual.

Then she started typing a 9 page summary discussion we had with a client on Friday.

An hour later she handed me the document and said to call her once it's approved, so she could send it via FedEx.

As I started reading it, Sandy's errors began to appear.

The first sentence addressed 'Mr Stern' as 'Mrs Stern'. The middle of first paragraph she wrote 'up to' instead of 'into'. To cut the story short, the first page had 5 obvious unacceptable mistakes.

I summoned Sandy to my office and demanded to understand the reason for the multiple errors.

She lowered her head and whispered that she wasn't sure why they happened, but obviously she wasn't perfect.

"Sandy, I know you by now. Usually you check and recheck everything before you give it to me. If there was only one error, I'd agree with you, that it's because we are not perfect. But many mistakes suggest something else... I am sure that you remember our talk about sloppy work and punishment, so I'll let YOU decide whether you wish me to deduct from your salary and benefits or a physical punishment."

"Joe sir, please do not lower my salary or take away my free time..."

"OK girl. Take off your panties and bend on my desk."

"But sir, a married woman should never be without panties in front of another man..."

"Usually it's the case. However, when a respectable woman misbehaves like a naughty child, her punishment should fit the crime. Don't you think so?"

Sandy whispered, "Yes sir..."

"Take off your panties and assume the position!"

Sandy was wearing a short skirt. She removed her panties, while the skirt was still covering her cunt and butt.

"Bend on my desk and lift the back part of your skirt! My intention is to stroke your bare ass cheeks!"

She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I gave her a stern look.

She sighed and hesitantly lifted her skirt, showing me her stunning rounded ass.

I moved behind her back, told her that she'd receive 15 strokes and instructed her to count them accurately, otherwise we'd start over.

My palm landed on her smooth cheek relatively mildly.

The next one was somewhat stronger and gradually the strokes became harder.

Sandy counted all the way to 10 and then she forgot what number it was.

We began from 1 again.

After spanking her ass 10 more times, her cheeks were very red and raw, but she showed no signs of distress.

After the 12th one Sandy stopped counting.

I asked her, "What happened?"

"I am tired of counting..."

"Sandy, you know what it means, don't you?"

"Sir, I know that I deserved my punishment. Do what you have to do..."

"Sandy, spread your legs! I am going to spank you 5 more times!"

She spread her legs wide and lifted her butt high in the air, as she leaned on my desk.

I flogged her cheeks 5 more times.

Every time my palm hit her flesh, her body shivered and a moan escaped her mouth.

Her exposed pussy folds were very wet!...

I blurted, "Sandy, I see that the spanking does not cause you any suffering. In fact, you have become a horny bitch. Am I right?"

She remained in the same position and stayed silent.

"Bitch, I asked you a question!..."

Sandy covered her face with her hands and whispered, "Yes sir. I am sorry..."

I approached her behind and gently trailed her butt cheeks.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"I am checking to see if there is a permanent damage to your cheeks. Any objection?"

She didn't respond. Her body started shaking under my touch.

My palm slowly moved to her perineum then descended to her moist pussy.

My finger pushed lightly against her entrance.

Sandy didn't move. She mumbled, "Sir, what are you doing to me?..."

"I noticed that the punishment aroused you. Would you like me to finger you to a climax?..."

Sandy's mouth stayed closed, but her body was now quivering more intensely.

I inserted 2 fingers into her vagina and slowly massaged her G spot, while my thumb was tweaking her prominent clitty.

I was doing it for 2 minutes before her body stiffened, a loud cry escaped her lips and her body convulsed on my desk. Sandy's orgasm lasted few minutes before slowly relaxing.

I covered her butt with the skirt and went back to my seat.

Sandy's head was still buried between her hands. She didn't dare looking at me.

"Sandy, stand up and look at me!"

She hesitantly stood up and lowered her hands. Her face was beet red.

I showed her the 2 fingers that were inside her pussy and slowly inserted them into my mouth. I licked and sucked on them, while glancing at her.

She mumbled, "Oh god! What are you doing now?..."

"I tasted your juices. They taste very sweet. So now that you had your climax, do you think that you can retype the documents without stupid errors?"

"Sir, no more mistakes. I promise!..."

She left my office in a hurry with her face still blushing profusely.

After she exited, I went around my desk and grabbed her panties from the floor.

I sniffed them. The smell was intoxicating...

I thought to myself, 'our working relationship is at a crossroad. So far it was... interesting. I'd like to continue further, but it was up to Sandy. Would she screw up again to make it happen, or become a perfect employee to keep her marriage intact?...'

I was anxious to know...

The next 3 days Sandy's behavior was very professional.

She had great ideas how to improve businesses of 2 clients and typed 25 pages without any errors.

The only clue that Sandy wasn't over her prior ordeal was the way she gazed at me.

Her look was a combination of fear, pleading and lust...

I ignored her glances.

If she wanted to be a loyal wife and 'get over' her urge to be submissive, I won't bother her again.

It was HER choice!

Unless Sandy began making mistakes again, she'd be ONLY assistant.

On the 4th day Sandy showed up dressed in a shorter skirt and sleeveless white blouse. Her pink soft bra was seen through the thin blouse.

She brought me the morning coffee and bent forward to hand it to me.

While doing it, she checked my eyes to see if I was peeking at her cleavage.

I was tempted, but decided against it - If she wanted to play, she'd have to surrender with more than a hint!

During the day she behaved like a good assistant.

Only late afternoon when Sandy was about to leave, I saw her disappointed facial expression.

The next day Sandy seemed more determined and cheerful.

She served my coffee and added some cookies, that she made at home.

I thanked her and immediately switched to our work, asking her to type a thank you letter to our latest happy customer.

Sandy brought the letter 1/2 an hour later and rushed out of my office.

I was still able to see her blushing.

I thoroughly checked the 5 page letter.

The first 4 pages were flawless. The last page had 3 errors!

I smiled, 'So she made up her mind and decided to be my sub... Good!'

"Sandy, come to my office, please."

She entered slowly with her eyes examining her shoes...

"Sandy, you know exactly what you did. Am I right?"

She didn't answer and her eyes avoided mine.

"Take off your clothes!"

"Please sir..."

"No please! You know the rules! Remove ALL your clothes and do it now!!!"

"But sir, you may spank me without me taking everything off. I am married..."

"Sandy, you knew your marital status BEFORE you decided to test me and you did it anyway! Now stop wasting my time or the punishment will be more severe!"

She sighed and took her time to remove one item after the other.

Sandy remembered that I saw her bottom parts already, so she removed her skirt first, followed by her panties. Then she looked in my direction.

My eyes were initially focused on her mound and then moved up to her face.

Sandy had a strange smile on her face, that I could not decipher.

Then she stripped her blouse and remained with only a bra on.

She stared at me with her eyes begging me to stop it.

I looked back at her and didn't budge.

She sighed and her hands moved backwards to unclasp her bra.

Sandy let it fall to the floor while both her hands on her tits.

The large areolas were fully exposed and her hands barely covered her nipples.

"Sandy, you misunderstood. I meant stand up NAKED with your arms beside your body!"

Her hands moved at a turtle's pace to the sides of her body.

Sandy's marvelous boobs were now in full view...

They were gorgeous! I had a strong urge to touch them, tweak them and suck her dark nipples.

I stood up and approached her.

It was a mistake, because my cock was already pushing hard against the front of my pants.

In my imagination I could hear my pole asking for permission to park in the valley between her twin peaks...

Sandy watched my face and then her eyes descended toward my groin.

My bulge was too obvious to ignore.

"Sir, how do you plan to punish me?..."

I sat on my bed and pointed to my lap, "Lie down here and get ready for 10 strokes!"

"OK sir."

Sandy positioned her midriff on my body, while her head and legs rested on the mattress.

Her groin was on top of my hard cock!

"Girl, count correctly if you don't want us to start over!"

The first 4 strokes went as expected.

Until the fifth one she counted normally and Sandy's body lied still.

Then her body began to squirm over my engorged cock.

I continued to 6 and then 7.

Her gyrations over my member intensified, pushing the organ upward still.

She whispered, "Sir, if your suffering hard penis stays caged, it will break..."

"You may free it if you want, but then we'll have to start over your smacking!"

Her small hand found my zipper under her body and gradually unfastened it.

My dick was still inside my briefs, but this was a minor hurdle.

It pushed itself toward Sandy's entrance.

I continued spanking her red butt cheeks.

Sandy started recounting and reached 6 before mumbling, "It's uncomfortable!"

Her palm found my groin again and pulled sideways the front part of my briefs.

My exposed cockhead was now directly aligned against her naked pussy.

The cunt folds were damped...

Yes. The lady was highly aroused!

As my flogging continued, her gyrations slowly directed my prick head into her vagina.

I did not help.

Her body motion became more targeted to get my cock inside of her and she whispered, "But sir, you cannot do it to me... I am married..."

Deep inside I was marveling at the discrepancy between her talk and behavior.

I made up my mind to go with what she was doing and ignore her excess verbiage.

"Oh shut up you horny bitch! You talk too much! I am not interested in your marital status. Now sit up straight and ride my cock like a good slut! We both know you want it."

She sat up on my groin with her legs on both my sides and began back and forth movements, letting my prick penetrate her hole deeper and deeper.

All this time her lips continued whispering, "Sir, but I am married..."

I leaned backwards on one hand and placed the other one on her tempting breast.

It was soft and smooth and the nipple was rock hard...

I rolled it between two fingers and she moaned. Her eyes were closed.

I kissed her lips gently. Her face backed, still mumbling, "I can't... I am married..."

I pinched her nipple and she started whimpering.

Her breathing accelerated and the pulse rate was immeasurable...

I sat up straight and with my other hand massaged her clitoris.

Sandy's body jolted in the air and then landed back on my hard cock.

It followed by her body shuddering, as she reached a massive orgasm.

Her mouth was open and incoherent sounds emanated every now and then.

I kissed her mouth again. This time her face did not retreat.

My tongue found hers and pulled it into my mouth. I sucked on it gently.

As her climax subsided, Sandy's body began to relax and I had to hold her, so she doesn't fall.

Subsequently I stood up and placed her body in a supine position on the bed.

I zipped my pants and went to the bathroom to pee and clean up.

When I returned, Sandy was sitting on the bed, still naked, with her hands covering her face.

She said, "What did we do?... I am married..."

I hugged her shoulder and kissed her forehead, "Yes you are... I'll get out now and let you dress up. I'll be back in 10 minutes. If you are still in my office, we'll talk. If you go to your office, we are going to have this talk some other time..."

Ten minutes later I opened the door to my office...

I opened the door and Sandy was no longer there.

Her office was dark and empty. Sandy left.

I sat down and tried to reassess what happened.

In the morning sandy seemed mentally prepared to give in to her submissive nature. During typing the letter she purposely made errors, knowing that she'd be punished.

Did Sandy expect only to be smacked and I crossed the line by forcing her to undress completely? Would she hate me for taking advantage of her vulnerable state, that ended up with an intercourse? Was this the first and only time we had sex? Would she quit???...

With no clear answers, I had to wait and see what she'd do next.

The next morning I got a text, 'Sorry, I am not well. If it's OK with you, I'll stay at home today and tomorrow. Sandy.'

I texted back, 'Take as much as you need.'

For 3 days I worked hard. I worked for two...

On the 4th day Sandy arrived. She was wearing a short skirt and a thin blouse, as before.

She offered me coffee as if nothing happened.

Then she asked me if I had special requests.

I looked her in the eye. Did she mean WORK related request or a more personal one?...

She gave no hints

I elected to address the issue as if it was a question about business. I handed her 2 files of potential clients, who wanted to know more about our consulting firm, as well as a 1 page letter to an old client congratulating him for his 70 years old birthday.

Sandy went back to her office.

I haven't seen her for the next 3 hours. I was busy discussing issues related to a talk, that I was supposed to give in a symposium next month. Then I had a business meeting with a competitor. He offered to divide our territories, so we won't be at each other's throat. I told him that I'd think about it.

I arrived back to the office at lunch time.

I saw Sandy near the coffee machine and asked her if she wanted to go with me to lunch in a restaurant nearby.

She hesitated and then agreed.

It was a simple sandwich and burger place. Intentionally I didn't want to go with her to a fancy restaurant. For all intents and purposes I let her understand that it was a work related offer and not a date.

We were lucky to find a small table near a window.

We grabbed our sandwiches and I inquired, "Sandy, you were out for 3 days. Do you feel better now?"

She glanced at me for a long moment and blurted. "I still have headaches, dizziness and occasional confusion, but I think that I am doing better."

"Sandy, the way you describe yourself, you are not OK yet. How do you expect me to assign you to new clients or type anything if you are not 100%?"

Sandy gazed at me, "We need to talk. But this is not the place. Can we do it in your office after our lunch?"

"Of course!"

The next 15 minutes we ate without talking.

Multiple potential scenarios occupied my mind. Did she decide to leave? Was Sandy thinking about certain conditions to return to work with me? Did she confess to her husband about our tryst?...

Without any hints so far, I was clueless.

We'd talk in my office. I'd let her speak and see where the wind was blowing...

We arrive back to my office and sat side by side.

I waited patiently for her to start.

She stared at the carpet for a long time and then began talking, "Joe, I like working with you. You are smart, know a lot about business consulting and a great teacher. You are very generous with my salary and benefits. There is only one issue that I have. I am sure you know what I mean... You are a dominant person and I am... the opposite. It wouldn't be a problem, except that I am married to a good man who loves me and I love him. I don't know how to solve this dilemma..."

"Sandy, I don't think I can give you a good advice. I'll stay dominant and your brain will continue pushing you to be submissive. You want to remain married to the love of your life and I understand it fully. The way I see it your options are 3... A. You can quit and move to work somewhere else. I may help you do it by suggesting other good companies as well as giving you a very good recommendation letter. B. Another option is for the two of us to work here and be professional. Meaning you are going to do your best and stop making silly mistakes, that tell me that you WISH to be punished... C. The third and last option is to continue what we started. However, if it causes you a major guilt trip and the affair takes a big toll on your mental stability, I'd consider one of the other 2 choices."

"Joe, this was my dilemma that I was struggling with for 3 days at home... I hate to leave such a perfect job. I checked on line and called 3 other consulting firms. Each one has lower wages, a need to travel a lot and I doubt that I'll be happy working with their bosses. I can try to be perfect at work. In theory it's not very difficult, because so far you did not give me anything that I would consider mission impossible. The problem is that our personalities complete each other so perfectly, that I'll be tempted to screw up again and enjoy the punishment..."

"Sandy, do you need more time to think it over? I'd love to have you around, but in the end it's YOUR decision."

"I know that you are right. It is a unique situation, because there is no use talking to my husband about it. He'll just be 'nice' and let me do whatever I chose..."

"Don't you have relatives or close friends that you can consult with?"

"My few relatives are too conservative. Their advice will be to find another job. I talked with my best friend, who knows me and my husband. She suggested to 'go for it' with you. She said that a match like that occurs once in a blue moon and it's not worth losing it..."

"Sandy, I suggest that you go home and make your choice. If you seriously considering moving to another company, I'd help you the best I can to find the most suitable place for you. If you stay in my company, you can try to channel your energy toward work, while looking for Dom/sub relations elsewhere. Look, you are too good to make big errors, so if you make them, I'll know that you decided to give up your rights and I'll take over!"

Sandy's stare was so intense... She seemed to want to say something, but she held her tongue.

Then she mumbled, "I'll come to work tomorrow and let you know. I promise..."

The next morning Sandy was already at work when I showed up.

Her face lit up when she saw me, "I put a vase with flowers on your desk. I also left the typed letter you asked me to do yesterday. You can read it, while I make your coffee."

I sat down and looked at the typed letter.

It stated, 'Dear Mr Johnson, congratulations to your 45 years in business. We tolerated you around, but we never really liked you. Sorry... Signed, Joe mama.'

I read it the second time and couldn't stop laughing.

The letter was very funny. But it was also a big relief to know that Sandy decided to stay and be my sub!...

I was still laughing when Sandy arrived with my coffee.

She bent forward, letting her massive tits obstruct my view and asked seductively, "Sir, anything else I can do for you right now?..."

"Not now. But I'd like you to be in my office in 20 minutes. Certain things will have to change and we better discuss them earlier than later. And from now on you don't have to be too creative with your mistakes. I'd rather rely on you at work. I'll use you as my sub without the need to check everything you do. And don't worry your... little brain, when I feel like it, you'll deserve punishment... Clear?!"

"Yes sir..."

Sandy was back in my office exactly 20 minutes later.

She looked at me, waiting for me to talk.

"Sandy, first thing I wanted to discuss with you has to do with your office attire. What you wear now is casual and pleasant. However, after seeing your naked body, I think that your clothes are not doing justice to your beautifully sculpted body. As I mentioned to you before, you should keep a formal suit in case we bring clients to the office, but most of the time it's only the two of us here, so I want your sexy body displayed with all it's glory. I'll give you $1000 and you buy with it several sheer blouses and demibras. In addition to working efficiently, you'd be my office eye-candy. Any questions?"

She chortled, "I thought that displaying my cleavage while serving your morning coffee would suffice, but now I realize that your appetite is stronger..."

"Yes girl. It definitely is! And while you are at the store, please buy a ruby red glossy lipstick. Your plump lips are worth it and more importantly, I'd like it!"

We both pretended to work that day, but we were too anxious to focus on work.