Friday Five O'Clock
A Homage to Personal Assistant Magazine
Mary - Monday Afternoon, Drive Time
So far everything is going OK. Well it could have been worse. You could of
freaked out on him and slapped him back. Or ran screaming from his office. You
did OK kid. You took it in your stride. Don't worry about it. Come on, don't
cry. OK We are far enough away from the office that we can pull over and talk.
I know that this wasn't what you imagined. In college you were pretty isolated
from the real world. It has gotten real rough for women out here since the
Employer Advantage Act was passed way back when you were in diapers. Then came
"Remembrance Day" when the Palestinians got 'Dubbah', his wife and daughters,
half the Senate and the whole Supreme Court. During Jeb Bush's administration
the Dept. of Labor was closed and the EEO got folded into the reformed EP.
Which is now the Employer Protection Agency. And now Ashcroft is pushing for
the PATRIOT III legislation. God forbid it should ever pass, you wouldn't
believe what would be permitted. Well, this summer you will get a chance to
read all of this.
Homework for tonight is to read this, the original Employer Advantage Act. Just
don't let any of the Partners catch you with it. Girls aren't supposed to be
wasting their time on stuff like that. If they find it on you it will mean a
trip to Corporate Punishments for the both of us. And no matter how bad things
get around the office, things at Corporate Punishments is far, far worse.
Paula, you don't want to spend a Saturday there, believe me. They can do some
very painful things to you there. And if PATRIOT III passes, the things they
can do to us will become virtually limitless. It will be like Afghanistan under
the Taliban. Women will become slaves, completely.
Any way, now we have to talk about a real sore subject. Starting tomorrow the
Partners will start to interview you. Starting with the 'old man' and working
their way down to David, who hasn't even passed the Bar yet. And they aren't
going to ask you about your course work and your grades. They are going to want
to know what you can do for them. Some will want to screw you, some will want
to butt fuck you, some will want a blow job. Some will want all three. God
knows what David will want, we all think he is gay. And I bet you have probably
never French-kissed a guy. Right.
Well you are going to have to learn a lot quickly. Getting fucked is not that
hard. My advice to you is lie back, spread your legs and learn to like it.
Fortunately what Jeb did give us was the polyvalent STD vaccine so your
generation doesn't have to fear Clamydia, HIV and Herpes. Be thankful for small
favors. It takes even less talent to get sodomized. Just try to relax your
asshole and bear down as if you are trying to shit. If you fight it they will
really tear your asshole. Here are some laxatives. Take one every night and be
sure to get up early enough the next morning to give yourself enough time to
evacuate. And here is a tube of K-Y Jelly. Lube your anus and vaginal area up
real well just before I pick you up tomorrow morning. You really mean you are a
real virgin, hymen and all! Damn. Then old John the Third may have a real
smile on his face tomorrow. Just remember, don't resist him. Last of all, blow
jobs or the Big BJ as it is known around the office. That's an acquired talent.
Here is a vid-disc, can you play it late at night when your aunt and uncle are
soundly asleep. Great, you have a player in your bedroom. Just keep the volume
down. Got it.
Yes Officer. Yes Sir, here is my Driver's License, here is my proof of
insurance, here is my vehicle registration, here is my permission to drive
signed by the Mayor and my Employer. Yes sir, he is that Mr. Wylie. This is
his new intern, Paula Murphy. We were just stopping here in the parking lot. I
was just driving her to her uncle's where she is staying. I got turned around
and I had to get clear directions from her. You have to forgive her because she
isn't the brightest girl in the world. Thank you sir, I will be sure to mention
it to Mr. Wylie.
Phew! We better hit the road. The new Family Protection Act, Local Option
Ordinances are really getting out of hand. If you notice less than 10% of the
drivers on the road are women. I bet in the next year I will be the only woman
driver in Park Forest. OK, he's not following us.
Don't worry about the spanking part. I'll go as easy on you as I can and still
keep my own ass out of 'Corporate Punishments'. Right now I can probably get
you off with six and at six we are supposed to make them easy ones. But please
do good. If everybody is happy with you in the interviews, I will have no
problem keeping it down to six. Just don't fuck up. OK, thanks, see you
tomorrow morning. I'll pick you up at 7:45. Grace will be with me so watch
what you say around her. She is under an awful lot of pressure. God Bless.
Paula's Interviews
Well I can't say that Ms Martin didn't try her best to warn me and prepare me.
Each morning and each afternoon I was interviewed by at least one of the lawyers
at Wylie and Associates. I started with John Wylie III also known as "the ole'
man". By 1:30 PM Friday I would be interviewing David, the possibly gay recent
graduate of Loyola School of Law. Yeah, the 'ole man' got my cherry. He was
very nice about it. First thing Tues morning. Right after coffee. I wore my
Our Lady of Mercy College uniform. Blue blazer with the college crest, white
oxford cloth, button down collar, short-sleeved blouse, grey with a blue plaid
pleated skirt, navy blue knee socks, weejuns. As per his majesty's suggestion
of Monday, I omitted the bra. And of course I wore extremely modest white
cotton panties. I hung my blazer on the hook on the back of the massive door to
his office and walked up to him unbuttoning my blouse. He took my hands and
placed them on the back of his neck. Then he fondled by breasts, lightly
tweaking my nipples as he kissed me. I suspect he was disappointed when they
didn't instantly become erect for him but he really did nothing for me at all.
After a little more of this fooling around he dropped to his knees and told me
to raise my skirt and slip. He embraced me about the ass and kissed the naked
skin between the top of my panties and the waist band of my skirt. Then after
fondling the orbs of my buttocks he slowly and caressingly pulled my panties
down. By this point he was slobbering and panting. I was giggling.
I had followed Mary's advice and shaved by pubis and perineum. He made love to
the stubble licking and sucking my mons veneris and the upper part of my slit.
When he stuck his tongue into the upper part of my slit and started sucking my
urethra and clitoris I finally began to become a bit aroused but mostly I
thought the whole thing was funny. He lifted me up and laid me down on the
front of his desk. Then he zipped open his pants and extracted his semi-erect
penis. I was amazed at the size of it, which shows exactly how little I knew at
that point. In reality it was large only by comparison with the penises of the
little boys I new a decade ago. The last male members I had seen. He wanked it
a couple of times to stiffen it up and I immediately realize what I needed to
do. I hopped down off the desk, lightly took his rod in my fingertips and began
to kiss the head of his shank. Then I began to lick it, starting with the tip
and working my way down. Before long he was smiling the smile of the brain dead
as I vigorously sucked his magic wand. Forewarned by Mary I had thoroughly
stuffed my vaginal opening with KY jelly. As much as could be fit in between
the inner labia and my hymen. He mistook the lubricant for the moisture of
arousal. Thinking me to be motivated by his manhood he placed me back on the
desk and steeled himself for the penetration.
He was neither particularly gentle nor particularly rough. He was mostly
totally lacking in sensitivity or sensibility. Earlier that morning I had worked
at the tiny opening with my fingernail,, enlarging it to the point where just
the tip of my pinky could get in. To this day I have no reason why the good
sisters so prized the hymen. They never let us use an internal tampon insisting
on us using those ugly, clumsy, messy, smelly Kotex belts. They wouldn't even
let us use adhesive napkins. Well, I never gave my maidenhood to my husband on
my wedding night. John Wiley III stuck his dick into the tiny orifice in my
hymen and by brute ramming enlarged it so that eventually he could get the whole
schmuck in. I bled the tiniest bit. Which seem to make him so happy. After he
ejaculated, which seemed to happen in a mere minute or two, he wiped my vaginal
lips with a Kleenex. Then he tenderly kissed my fourcette and tucked the blood
stained Kleenex into the pocket of his shirt. So much for my first interview.
I had always known that "fuck" in its various forms could be used as a noun,
verb, adjective, adverb and ejaculation. I now believe that the same usages are
proper for fellatio. I had two extra interviews with "the ole' man" each more
tender than the previous. By the third time I was actually getting to like him.
And I can say he came to treat me like a daughter. If you are into perversions
of "Old Testament" proportions.
Vassili's interview was the funniest. Behind his back everyone calls him
Vaseline and "greaser" even though he is Russian. He didn't want to fuck me
because he has pledged himself to be faithful to his pregnant wife. So after he
sodomized me he asked for the "Beeg BeeJd" and eventually came all over my face.
When I wiped my face off, I missed a glob. On the one hand I don't know how I
could have missed it. On the other hand his ejaculate was so copious and I
didn't have a mirror to aid in adjusting my makeup. So anyway I walked out of
his office with the infamous white gob dangling from the tip of my nose. Two of
the girls in the office laughed so hard they fell out of their chairs and
another peed in her panties. All of the partners and associates except for "the
ole' man" came out of their offices to see what was the fuss. At that point I
was accepted by all.
Paula Gets The E-Mail
By Thursday I really felt that I was beginning to fit in. Tues on the way home,
Mary gave me "a gadget". This was called a vaginal tension trainer and it
looked like a rubber penis. You attach it to your laptop and it is supposed to
teach you how to properly squeeze the muscles of your pelvic floor. I never
knew that such things existed! But I have to admit, it was fun. The girls in
the office are starting to talk to me when we get to take a break. Some things
they explain but some things they only allude to. You really have to watch what
you say around the office. The 'ole man' seems to have the world's most
sensitive hearing. And one wrong word and you will get "THE E-MAIL"
Like I said I was learning fast and I thought I was doing perfect. I really
thought that the 'ole man' really liked me. I found it hard to take when I got
"THE E MAIL". It was just before I logged off my computer, Thursday, right
before leaving work.
Law Offices of Wiley and Associates PLC
In House Weekly Disciplinary Procedures
To: Paula Murphy, Intern
Under the Employer Advantage Act of 2005, implicit in your terms of employment
is your willingness to submit to disciplinary actions as delimited under the
Act.
You are hereby notified as of 4:55 PM today that you are to report for
Disciplinary Action tomorrow at 5:00 PM in the Large Conference Room.
The level of discipline planned for you at this time is:
MILD
PROGRESSIVE DISROBING
Failure to report on time and under the conditions in the employee manual may
result in an increase in the level of you discipline up to and including
chastisements of a severe nature as allowed by the Act and outsourced to
"Corporate Disciplines, Inc." of Chicago IL or your termination and posting of
your name on the National Employers Index.
Mary Martin, Office Manager
Mary - Drive Time - Friday Morning
OK Paula, you look good. Today will be the big test for you. I think that the
'old man' really likes you. I think that you have a real shot at a place here.
This will be the closest to a real job you can get in this crazy modern world.
You left your panties at home I hope. Yep. I suspect that you have never had a
real 'lickin" before. Not really, huh. Well its just like getting fucked, the
first time nobody is real good at it. You'll just have to get used to it.
Remember, two things. One, whatever you do grab hold of your ankles and hold on
for dear life. Don't take your hands off your ankles whatever you do. Second,
watch what you say. Don't yell, don't scream, don't curse. If you can, try not
to cry. Just take it. Its the New World Order and as the 'old man' is so fond
of saying "things ain't what they were". So get used to it.
I have been breaking it to you this week as gently as I could. Today I can't
protect you. No, you didn't do anything to deserve this. You have to
understand this, this is a way of the 'old man' testing you. Seeing what you
are made of. No, I can't go easy on you. If anything he is watching and
testing me. Trying to see if I will go easy on you. If I did it would be off
to Corporate Punishments tomorrow for the both of us. And you don't even want
to imagine what that would be like. Think like medieval times. They do nasty
things there. You can come out of there bleeding. They do things there that
leave scars. Helen used to be sent there about once a month. She couldn't take
it. And they are getting worse. Anyway, you will just be getting hit with the
strap. Probably six. But they will be hard. I will start medium. That way I
won't knock you over. But they will get harder as we go along. You will be
black and blue for a week, maybe two. We will find out how easy you bruise.
Ya kid, you have led a sheltered life off there at Mercy. The world has been
getting worse while you were off there with the nuns. Girls go to work right
out of high school. Except for those fortunate few who get to go to college.
That's one of the reasons I put up with the crap here. My daughter goes to
Marymount. Yea, Marymount. And high school is no longer as sheltered as it was
when you were there. In the new 'Girl's Academies' discipline is almost as
severe as it is out here in the business world. Yeah, a lot of the strap, and
the cane is coming back. I heard the 'old man' talking about 'The New
Discipline' even coming to Mercy. You know he is on the Board of Reagents for
Mercy. Yeah, that's how you got this chance. Deep down inside I don't know
what the 'old man' really thinks and feels. OK, here we are. Just get though
today, OK?
Paula - Friday At The Office
Oh God, what have I gotten myself into. It was bad enough spending all week
having to spend all week sexually servicing all the lawyers in this office. Now
I have to look forward to having my ass thrashed at five o'clock today. For no
fault of my own. I have never been beaten before in my life. My father didn't
believe in it and the nuns at Mercy College don't either. I know that there was
some of it going on in high school but that was for the 'bad girls'. And in
high school I was a very good girl. I knew I sometimes heard them talking about
it. How so and so had gotten two dozen from the P.E. teacher and didn't even
flinch. Or how 'she had gotten 'six' and it was nuttin'. They might as well
been talking about a heavy period. Now I was going to get it.
As we sat there waiting for nine o'clock to roll around we furiously e-mailed
each other. Apparently Thursdays were the big hump days. Contracts and things
like that went out on Thursdays. Fridays were generally slack. So we were all
gossiping by e-mail. The office was silent except for keystrokes. Ashley got
MILD, Shelly got MILD. The girls that got off were gloating. Then it became
apparent. Grace and her team were getting hit. Big league. Grace got
SIGNIFICANT. Crystal, her assistant got SIGNIFICANT. Stephanie and Melanie got
MODERATE. And rather than strip right away at the start it was going to be
'progressive disrobing'. That meant you got six with your skirt flipped up.
Then you took off your skirt and slip and took twelve. Then you took off your
blouse and bra and took the rest. Made it slow and extra humiliating. When
Grace walked in every eye was following her. She actually blushed as she went
to her cubicle. I guess she was guessing what everyone was thinking. What she
would look like stripped and beaten bloody black and blue. Then somebody
started the e-mail going that Grace was going to Corporate Punishments Saturday
morning! Since Helen, nobody had gone to Corporate Punishments. One of the
girls claimed that she heard one of the attorneys talking with the 'old man'
about it. Somebody was e-mailing that Crystal got it too but just then the 'old
man' walked in and the electronic gossip ceased. Nobody wanted a casual glance
over your shoulder revealing juicy gossip on your screen. That would mean an
extra dozen or so come the next Friday.
You could hear the 'old man' expounding over his morning coffee. He liked to
expound with his door open. "Send one of the girls out for a case of wine and
some cheese. Maybe a case of Piersporter Michelsberg, some sharp Cheddar, some
Jarlsberg Swiss. Have a good client stopping by late this afternoon, need to
make a good impression." I bet that we were to be part of the impression.
About ten AM I was called into his office. It was close the door and I suspect
that you know. No words were even necessary. He got the big BJ. I am getting
efficient at this. Then it was turn around and lift the skirt and he fondled
the globes of my ass for a few minutes. I am sure he was thinking about my
upcoming punishment because he made a comment about "well we will see how you
do, don't disappoint us". Lunch was real quiet because Grace and Crystal were
there. Everybody was wondering, are they really going to go to Corporate
Punishments? And nobody had the guts to ask. I wonder if Grace and Crystal
even knew for sure. In the tension over Grace and Crystal, nobody even remarked
about my first spanking. I guess that my pain was small potatoes.
Paula - A Kindred Soul
After lunch, David was fascinating. He was the only gay man I have ever met and
I guess he and I are in similar situations - neither of us fits in and both are
at risk. He is gay which means that under the Family Protection Act, he is
banned from serving as a lawyer. But as long as he is not openly gay, he is OK.
Apparently he is single and just waiting to get married. What happens if after
a few years he isn't married, I don't know. Me, I'm a woman and therefore
ineligible for the Bar. I will never even have a chance to go to law school.
So we are both on the margins of the legal world.
So I gave him the "Big BJ" as the girls in the office say, then he sodomized me.
As we lay there in post coital torpor, me prone over his desk, he on top, we
began to actually talk. David said how much he envied us girls. The whole
point of the office seemed to be more about fucking us and beating us than about
the law. Then he begged me to beat him with the "Office Strop" while he wanked
off, When that was over he pulled out a strapon dildo and implored me to
"bugger him". He then performed cunnilingus on me while actually inserting his
nose in my anus. We spent the entire afternoon together, locked in his office
while I treated him like a girl. AND NONE OF WHAT HE DID FAZED ME! I cannot
believe that it was possible for an innocent girl to become so degraded in only
five days.
I asked him what the big deal was about Corporate Discipline Inc. Why the
nameless terror that no one would talk about. And who was Helen. David said
that the whole thing with Helen happened just before he arrived. Nobody wanted
to talk with him about her. Corporate Discipline Inc. was a punishment
outsourcing business that chastised girls who worked for companies that were too
small to have a proper human resources department. There was some sort of
special tie between Wylie and Associates and Corporate Discipline. Something
about law suits. He said he would see what he could find out. Then we cuddled
for a bit. It was the first real affection I felt all week. A good Catholic
schoolgirl and a gay guy. What a pair.
And then all too soon it was Friday 5 PM. My time had come.
Paula - Party Time
Right as I walked out of David's office, exhausted from my afternoon-long
"Interview" with David, in came Mr. Wiley's special client, Bill Lee. I learned
that we did a lot of Real Estate law for Mr. Lee's company. Mr. Lee had brought
along his office manager, a statuesque lady of about 30 something, Meeshell
O'Rilley. Their arrival seemed to instantly bring all of the partners and
associates out of their offices. Or maybe I should say her arrival. Meeshell
had the most incredible head of long curly red hair I have ever seen in my life.
She was dressed very provocatively in a medium blue dress the skirt of which
came down to mid calf. That dress clung to her body in a way that I had never
deemed possible and it was a body that generated a lot of attention. It was the
sort of body that men appear to constantly incessantly talk about. I thought
she looked stupid and venal. She had tease, look at me but don't dare touch
written all over her. But she is at the top of the food chain that women are
currently allowed to inhabit. And I am at the bottom of that food chain. I
suspect that she got to be office manager using talents of the lowest sorts. As
if my first week at Wiley and Associates was spent knitting sweaters. Well, it
was 4:55 PM and we all were herded by Mr. Wiley into the conference room for
some chilled wine and cheese.
