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The Oak and Thorn part 7

The weekend had gone quickly. Sunday had been spent on the St. Andrew’s cross and variations of sensory play. He’d made her wear the anal plug most of the day, and she was instructed to take it home with her. She was to sleep with it in place. She wasn’t happy about that, but knew the alternative was not viable.

Work was frustrating. Nothing had been going well and she stormed into her office and sat there looking at the calendar. Three more days until her time with her Sir. She tried to concentrate on the work on her desk. The phone rang. “Hello, Treadsky Industries, how may I help you?” she said automatically. “Oh. Yes sir. Be there in a moment.” She hung up the phone, made sure her clothes were tidy and headed up to the senior partner’s office. She knocked on the door and waited.

“Come in,” said Mr. Duffy.

She walked in to see Mr. Duffy and a second man in the office looking out the window. “You asked to see me?”

“Yes, Miss Roth. Mr. Baxter here is in need of an executive secretary for the next few months, and I said that I would arrange for one from our office. My first thoughts were of you,” said Mr. Duffy.

“I… I would be pleased to be of service,” she said.

“Good, then we will start this afternoon,” said Mr. Baxter turning to face her for the first time.

She did her best to stifle a gasp, converting it into a small cough. “Ex-excuse me. Which offices will Mr. Baxter be using?”

“There is that unused office suite on the eighth floor. 809. That should do just fine,” said Mr. Duffy unaware of the sudden tension in the room. “That’s all. Get the keys from Mrs. Larity and get things set up now.”

“Yes sir,” she said. “Please come with me Mr. Baxter.” She led the way out of the office and over to Mrs. Larity’s desk. After obtaining the keys, the two of them headed to the elevator. When the doors closed, she turned to him.

“Not now,” was all he said.

She turned to face the doors. When they reached the eighth floor, she walked quickly and silently to suite 809. Opening the doors, she turned on the lights. The furnishings were covered with dust covers, which she began to remove.

Mr. Baxter walked in behind Miss Roth and closed the door. He watched her for a moment and then walked to the inner office.

“Miss Roth, please come here.”

She put down the covers she’d just folded and walked into the inner office.

“Close the door.”

She did so and then turned to look at him. “I… I had no idea,” she started.

“Come here Pet,” he said. When she reached him, he wrapped her in his arms. “It’s alright. I had no idea either when old Duffy said he had the perfect clerk for me. Little did he know.”

She looked up at him. “How… how are we going to work together?” she asked a little hesitant.

“We will be just fine. Or, are you telling me that you can’t serve me outside of the Oak & Thorn?”

“Nno Sir. It’s just… so unexpected. My head’s spinning,” she said.

“I understand. My heart is still beating a little quickly. Now, there will be rules,” he said letting go of her. He pulled the covers off the desk and chair and sat down.

“Yes Sir.” She bent to pick up and fold the covers.

“Leave those for a moment. First off, business first. Then pleasure. However, there may be extra consequences.”

“Such as Sir?” she asked wondering where he’d go.

“On such occasions as I need a companion, you will be that person. You will dress as I request. And, if in the course of our day, you need correction, it will be given. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And on those days when it is not appropriate, you will receive those punishments or corrections on our weekends. There are to be no endearments in the office. You will be Miss Roth, and I will be Mr. Baxter.”

“Yes, Mr. Baxter,” she said.

“Now, let’s get this office ready. I have clients arriving tomorrow,” he said. He went downstairs to retrieve items from his car and she cleaned the office. She ran downstairs twice for items from her office. Dirk, her assistant helped with some of the awkward items.

“You going to be okay?” he asked.

“Yes. He’s a bit stern, but I think it will work out alright,” she said.

“Well, if you need me Elizabeth, you know where I am,” Dirk said.

“Yes, I do. Thanks ever so much,” she said and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she went back to setting up the office. When the clock reached 5pm, she walked into the inner office.

“Mr. Baxter, It’s 5pm, and I’m off until 8am. Do you need anything?” she asked.

“Yes, come here please,” he said. “And close the door.”

She closed the door and walked over to his desk.

“Thank you for all the work today,” he said as he walked around the desk to stand next to her.

“You’re welcome Mr. Baxter.”

“It’s after hours, Pet.”

She smiled at him. “Yes Sir?”

He took her in his arms, kissed her roughly and then swatted her on the ass. “See you in the morning,” he said knowing exactly the state he’d just left her in as she caught her breath.

“Yes Sir,” she said and left the office.

The rest of the week slowly settled into a routine. From 8am to 5pm, they were an effective boss and clerk pair. Each evening, he called her into his office after 5pm. After a kiss and a swat, she went home. Come Friday, she felt like her entire body was on a short fuse. Even slipping the hated anal plug in was beginning to feel good. He hadn’t allowed her to touch herself for pleasure all week. She startled as the clock chimed 5.

“Mr. Baxter, it’s time for me to leave,” she said popping her head in the door of his office.

“Thank you Miss Roth. I’ll see you on Monday,” he said. “Oh, and here are some things I’d like done before Monday.” He handed her a folder which she took.

“Yes, Mr. Baxter.” She took the folder and once in her office, opened it up. There was a single envelope labeled with her name. She opened it and read the contents. She smiled, put on her coat and tucked the note in her pocket.

An hour later, she was home and showering. The note had given her very detailed instructions. Shower, shave, and dress in the outfit he designated.  She got out of the shower, dried off and dressed. This included a black velvet choker. She took a few moments to get it on straight. From the center front hung a small locket. While fixing her hair, the door bell rang. She opened it to find the concierge standing there.

“There’s a taxi downstairs for you,” he said.

“Thank you. Tell him I’ll be there in a moment,” she said. She finished quickly, grabbed her coat and handbag and headed downstairs. She got in the cab and it headed off into traffic. The note had said that Sir would provide transportation for the evening. She wondered where they were going. It didn’t take long for her to realize that they were heading out into the countryside. Twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of a mansion.

“Here you go miss,” said the cabbie.

“What do I owe you?” she asked.

“Nothin’. Already been paid for,” he said.

“Alright, thank you.” She got out of the cab and walked up to the imposing front door. She knocked.

A woman in a severe black dress opened the door. She glanced at the choker and smiled. “Come in.”

She followed the woman in, and gave her coat to a maid.

“Follow me,” said the woman.

They walked down a long hall and into a rather large room filled with people. She stood there a bit shell shocked until the woman directed her over to a pair of gentlemen on the far side of the room. She relaxed as she recognized Lord Duncan and her Sir.

“Ah, Pet. You arrived very timely,” he said.

“Thank you Sir. Hello Lord Duncan,” she said.

“Ah, good to see you. We will have fun tonight,” he said and gave her a social peck on the cheek.

She smiled not knowing what was going to happen. She looked inquiringly at her Sir.

“Don’t worry Pet. All will be made clear in a bit,” he said. He took her by the elbow and began to mingle with her at his side.

12 thoughts on “The Oak and Thorn part 7

  1. Ummm! The third? Why not the first!? Let’s start the New Year with some good reading. I’m anxious to find out the type of fun they’ll have. The 3rd is simply to far away! Perhaps, this could be a New Year’s gift. 😀 Pleeeeasse?!

    1. P.S. I was actually going to suggest the 31st but didn’t want to seem to greedy or demanding. 😉 I beleive the 1st is a reasonable request. Don’tcha think? The 1st and NOT the 3rd. That’s just too far away. Seriously. 😉

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