Friday Five O'Clock
A Homage to Personal Assistant Magazine
This story is dedicated to Georg Kinaski who introduced the folks of BDSMLibrary
to the PA Magazine Universe. This author is grateful to him for sharing this
fascinating world with us. This particular story concerns one of the darker
corners of the PAM Universe set perhaps a few years later than the era Georg
humorously illustrates.
The Intern
Paula just knew that the law firm of Wiley and Associates was where she wanted
to work when she graduated from college. Ever since the Family Protection Act
disbarred women, no law school in the country would admit what was referred to
as "A Girl". The best a bright young lady could hope for was to attend one of
the few remaining general studies colleges, mostly Catholic, that would admit
females. Then, upon graduation, she would find a job at a law firm where she
could learn something of the practical side of the legal profession. She could
then bide her time until the current insanity gripping the country passed. If
it ever did. Sister Domitilla had put her on to Wiley and Associates, a medium
sized, general firm in the far South Chicago suburbs. Sister said that she knew
a couple of women there who were kept on after they were disbarred. Although
classed as legal secretaries they actually did the work of in-house lawyers.
They could teach Paula almost as much as she would learn in law school. And she
knew the wife of the Senior Partner. If things ever changed Paula would have a
big leg up in applying to law school. If things ever changed.
Sister Domitilla had also warned Paula that the outside world had gotten a lot
rougher during her four years here in Detroit at Mercy College. Girls
determined on a career were having a rough time in the New World Order here in
America. Rougher than she could ever imagine. If Paula wanted to pursue an
intellectual career why not join the Order. Because of the religious zeal of
the political leaders of the New World Order, they left the Church alone. Nuns
could still run their colleges for women and teach just about whatever they
wanted as long as they called it Theology. When Sister Domitila talked with
Mary and Grace about how things were going at Wiley and Associates, they were
always guarded in what they said. Sister advised Paula to be cautious. Paula
felt that this internship was the only way to spend the summer between her
junior and senior years. She had to do it. She had absolutely no interest in
getting married right out of college. Besides Chicago was only about three and
a half hours drive from the far western 'burbs of Detroit. Once she was
established, she could probably come home every other weekend. In Chicago she
would stay with her Uncle Mike. It was only about ten minutes from the law
firm. He was coming out tomorrow to pick her up.
Mary
Yes Sister Dom, I still work for Wiley and Associates. I'm the office manager.
Now that internship position that they are offering. It's for an entry-level
secretarial job, word processing and filing. It doesn't require a college
degree. In fact we are skating on thin ice even offering it to a college
graduate. But since Paula hasn't graduated from college, technically we are
probably OK. Yes I will talk with Mr. Wiley himself about it. You know, the
job can be tough. Is Paula up to it? You know what I mean about being tough.
Is she accepting of discipline. You know we have very tight discipline here at
the office. Yes, I know. I can't promise her anything. OK. Yes, I am
actually the person who will be making the hiring decision since it is a
temporary position. Yes, she would be classified as a temp so we have almost
nothing in the way of regulatory filings to fill the position. OK Tell her to
be here next Monday at 8:00 AM. Thank you too. God Bless. Yes I'll tell Mr.
Wiley. Tell her just to wear her school uniform, that will be just fine. She
will be staying with her uncle in Park Forest. No problem. I can pick her up
in the morning and drop her off at night. Yes, they still allow me to drive,
the only one in the office. Yes, thank God for small favors. Yes I will try
and make sure Paula is careful around Mr. Wiley, yes I know he is one of the
trustees of Mercy College. Good by.
Paula - The First Day
Wow! I can't believe it. The prospect of a real job. Ms. Martin picks me up in
fifteen minutes. I am so excited I am already waiting outside. I am the only
one in my entire class who has a shot at a real job after graduation. Out of a
hundred seniors to be, I am the only one who has anything like an internship
this summer. Of course the office manager is a graduate of Mercy and the wife
of the Senior Partner is a graduate of Mercy and the Senior Partner is on the
Board of Trustees of Mercy. Everybody else is trying to desperately trying to
suck a boyfriend into marriage. I am looking forward to a real life. And
maybe, maybe someday when this country comes to its senses, I can go to law
school.
That must be her, Mary. Dark-haired lady, older, about 40 or so driving a late
model chevy Cavalier. Fits Sister's description. Glad I was out here fifteen
minutes early.
Mary - 7:50 AM Monday
So far everything is going OK. I am real nervous about the new intern, Paula.
Particularly after what happened to Helen. I tried explaining things to Sister
Domitilla but I don't think she in any way comprehends what is happening out
here in the real world. At least the world of Wiley and Associates. Sister
still thinks I am gunning for Senior Partner rather than trying to hang onto
office manager. Damn, "Dubbah" had to get himself killed. That started it all.
There she is standing out in front. Long red curly hair, about five foot eight.
Not a bad figure but nowhere near enough tit to keep Wiley and his young dogs
happy. Well maybe the school uniform will stave them off for a few days. I
hope. God, I hope you protect her, she is really walking into a den of wolves.
Good morning Paula, get in. Please, keep quiet for a few minutes. This drive
to and from work is one of the very few times, perhaps the only time, that we
can talk freely and in complete privacy. I want you to know that you have
gotten yourself into a very risky situation. Yes, it has opportunities that
are, by the standards of our present society, unparalleled. But you are not
dealing with the nice boys selected by the nuns to date you girls of Mercy
College. You are dealing with some very powerful, and in many ways, warped men.
Paula, let me be honest with you. In the course of this summer you will very
probably be expected to, how do I say it? I'll put it bluntly. You will be
expected to fuck every lawyer in the firm. You will be expected to. Do you
know what a blow job is. Don't blush. You know what it is. You will be
expected to fellate four or five lawyers a week. Oh, I take it back about
fucking all the lawyers. You will have to fuck six. The other is a closet
queen. He will probably sodomize you. And for every little mistake you make
you will be beaten. Often stripped naked and beaten. And if you really screw
up or raise a fuss, you won't just be beaten on the ass, your tits and pussy
will be beaten. Now, do you want to drive with me to work. OK. Even knowing
what you know. OK.
OK Paula we have about five to ten minutes before we get to the office. As an
"Old Girl" of Mercy I will do everything I can to shield you and help you. But
there is only so much I can do. Sister has no idea how bad things have gotten
out here in the "New World Order". You must absolutely follow my instructions
to the letter without questioning. If you screw up and fight the system you
will be put on the LIST. You know what that is. Word of it has permeated even
into the tight cloisters of Mercy College I take it. You know what that means.
You will never ever get a chance at a real job again. So no backtalk to the
men, no matter how abusive they get.
Now, take off your panties and put these white cotton one on. Yes, right now,
right here in the car. Don't worry. You will get humiliated a lot worse than
this before it is over. Listen I know what it is like. I have a 19 year old
daughter at Our Lady of the Lake. Now take off your stockings. Oh God,
pantyhose. Hasn't anybody told you about pantyhose in the modern business
world. You might as well be wearing slacks. Put on these white knee socks.
They stay up pretty well on their own. Make sure the seams are in the back and
straight! OK we have about three more minutes to the office. What are you
using for contraception. Damn it girl, we have to be practical here. What are
you going to do when they tell you to shuck your panties, get up on the desk and
spread your legs. Here is a packet of birth control pills. Take the first one
now. That right, turn the plastic cover to "1" and shake it out. Just take it
dry, you can take the water later. Do you depiliate your entire body? Yes
including your pubes. Well you better take care of it tonight. That little
lapse will probably cost you. Remember, speak only when spoken to. And never,
just hold your tongue, never talk back. OK steel your mind, this first day will
in many ways be the hardest. Look, I can only put myself on the line so far.
One last thing, at the office never call me by my last name, I am Mary. With
women always call them by their first name. Remember all women are girls, all
men are Mister and you answer to Paula or hey Girl. And do it with a smile,
always a smile.
John Wiley - Monday
He walked into the office as if he was the ruler of the universe. And in many
ways he was. He was the senior partner and founder of the firm. Six feet two
inches and at sixty six, only ten pounds heavier than when he played third
string offensive line for Xavier High School. The hair might be gray turning to
white but the fire inside burned fiercely, he walked erectly, and his step was
brisk. Upon entering the front door at precisely 9:00 AM the two receptionists
arose and gave the slightest hint of a curtsy as they greeted him. My they
looked good. Must discuss their discipline and deportment with Mary. As he
walked through the central secretarial area, the five filing clerks rose and
greeted him with proper respect. My they were a fine-looking group of girls.
Every one had a magnificent rack. Their short snug-fitting skirts showed off
their long legs and tight asses in a proper fashion. As befits one of the most
profitable and tightly run law firms of its size in Park Forest. He walked past
the three cubicles, Mary's, Grace's and, oh yes, Helen's. Well, what had to be,
had to be. Helen never really fit into the New World Order. She's better off
now. Grace never even looked up from her work. She probably been at it since
seven thirty and would probably work until eight thirty this evening. As he
strode into his corner office, Mary, ever efficient Mary, followed his brisk
pace.
"Good morning Mr. Wiley. You look unbelievable this morning. The weekend must
have agreed with you. Is Mrs. Wiley fine this morning. Yes Sir! Would you
like your coffee immediately sir." The tall dark-haired woman with the large
breasts turned around in the doorway to the Senior Partner's corner office and
snapped her fingers. One of the filing clerks came forward with the silverplate
tray with the coffee service. As she placed it down on the coffee table she
bent over rather than squatted thus raising the back of her skirt revealing the
darker top four inches of her thigh-high stockings. Mr. Wiley glanced over and
remarked, "Ashley, your seems are nice and straight this morning. Come over
here." Turning his head aside he commanded "Give me a smooch to pep me up this
morning." The blond smiled and smacked his proffered cheek with her lips
noisily. He responded by smartly slapping her derriere with his large hand.
She jumped and giggled. After having finished with that morning ritual. He
turned to the office manager for her morning report. Yes his son had gotten his
brief case for Monday traffic court. Grace was working up the filings. Today
was his Wills day. He had four couples scheduled for this afternoon. His other
son was handling five divorces today. They had six closings today, that would
keep Vasili busy. Amazing, no cases before the Park Forest zoning board this
evening. Aha, the new intern from Mercy College was here. Yes, send her right
in after he had his first cup of coffee.
Paula Meets Mr. Wiley
I have to admit that I was shaking when I walked into Mr. Wiley's office. Ms.
Martin rattled my cage real well during the drive in. I was humiliated by
having to change my panties and stockings there in the car. And making me
swallow that birth control pill without water made things worse. Then I was
rattled by meeting the secretaries. They were all virtually identical blonds
with big hair and empty brain cases who knew only how to giggle and jiggle.
Shake their tits and fannies. When Mr. Wiley arrived they just about licked the
dust off his shoes. And what I saw through the open door of his office, the way
he treated Ashley and the way she responded, curdled my blood. She virtually
flashed him and he groped her butt. This wasn't proper, this wasn't right.
Then things got worse.
I walked into his office and greet him "Good morning Mr. Wiley, I'm Paula Murphy
the intern from Mercy College in Detroit." I held out my hand to shake his. He
looked at me quizzically and told me to close the door. I turned around and
closed the white oak door, impressed by its weight and the smoothness of its
mounting. John Wiley then tilted back in his massive chair, put his feet up on
the desk crossing his legs at the ankles and spoke to me. "Well, you are a good
looking picture of a girl. Twirl around, I want to see how that pretty plaid,
pleated skirt flares out. Ah, I love those plaid wool uniform skirts. Brings
back memories. I am glad that the Sisters took my advice and restored
uniforming to the college. Well, you certainly look pretty."
I thought that his comments were highly inappropriate but that was nothing like
the shock at what came next. He said "OK lift up your skirts so I can take a
gander at your gams. Come on, higher let's see what your tush looks like." I
bit down at this but remembered Mary's warnings and tried to smile as I hoisted
my skirt and half slip. This seemed to meet with his approval for he chuckled a
little. "Tsk, tsk, the seams of your stockings are a bit crooked. That could
cost you Friday at five o'clock. At least your panties are clean." I was
shocked but that certainly didn't prepare me for what he said next. "OK,
girlie, keep those skirts up while you drop those pretty white cotton panties."
I know I gasped a little bit when he said that and screwed up my face. I just
stood there until he raised his voice, "are you deaf girl, I said drop them". I
was sure that despite the thick door, the secretaries could hear them. I
complied. He continued "Now turn around and bend over. Yes, a very nice ass.
Now grab your cheeks low down and spread 'em." I know my face was turning beet
red and it wasn't just from the strain of bending over. "Come on" he said in a
loud voice "feet at least thirty inches apart, and grab your ass cheeks and
let's see some red eye". Never in my life had I been so humiliated. But I
thought of what I wanted and I complied. He walked over until he was standing
behind me and then bent over and inspected my exposed nether regions. I swear
he was sniffing my pussy. I had never heard of anything like this. He then
pulled some of my pubic hair that was visible from the back due to my exposed
position. He mumbled, "grotty pussy but at least that head of red hair is come
by naturally." With this he slapped first my right ass cheek and then my left.
I started but did not straighten up.
Satisfied so far he said "Well girl, stand up and turn around." I gratefully
straightened up and released my hands from holding up my skirts. I am afraid
that although I was smiling there were tears in my eyes. "Unbutton that blouse,
girl." He commanded. I slowly and demurely began to unfasten the buttons.
"Come on, all the way, pull it out" he encouraged. As I pulled the tails of my
white blouse out of the band of my skirt, he slipped it off my shoulders. When
I went to cross my hands over my chest he barked gruffly "put those damn hands
down." He commented "Damn thin on tit here you are girlie. OK better strip to
the waist so I can actually get a good look at you. Come on, get on with it."
I am sure that at this point my blush spread to the entire upper portion of my
chest as I unbuttoned my sleeves and removed my blouse. As I looked around at
where to put it he said "Place it on the coffee table and get that bra off. I
have to see if you have tits worth hiring." I reached behind and unfastened the
two hooks that held my bra in place and then slipped the straps down slowly.
BAM! He slapped my left cheek. "I said don't dawdle". Now the tears really
began to flow. He took my brassiere off the rest of the way and positioned my
hands by my side. After peering at me for a while he said, "Hands behind your
head" and looked at the way the shape of my breasts changed. "Not bad for tiny
tits." Actually I was a bit insulted, I filled a B cup rather fully and no one
had ever accused me of being flat chested. Well, I guess compared to the bimbos
in the office out there I was not as generously endowed but then he was supposed
to be hiring me for my brains. He now put me though a drill, 'hands in the air,
hands behind my back, bend over at the waist, straighten up' and a one point
actually pinched my nipples. Finally, he grunted in satisfaction. He threw my
bra into the waste basket and said "Put your blouse back on. Your tits are too
small to warrant a bra but at least they don't sag. Sagging tits spoil the
appearance of a girl. Don't wear a bra. OK You can have Helen's old desk."
I left his office and stared at my screen until lunch. I couldn't believe what
was on it and just read it over and over. I was too deeply in shock from the
events of the morning to do anything else. I have been made to expose myself.
I have been slapped and groped. I have been judged by my breast size and found
to be inferior. Now what, am I to be beaten? Through the open door of his
office I could hear Mr. Wiley talking with Ms. Martin. I couldn't clearly hear
what they were saying but I did clearly hear him say, "just make sure she knows
what to do by Friday five o'clock". I just sat there and stared at the screen
of my computer.
Law Offices of Wiley and Associates PLC
In House Weekly Disciplinary Procedures
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. Here at Wiley and Associates this encompasses discipline as defined in the
Act as "Spanking". Chastisements of a more severe nature as allowed by the Act
are outsourced as entitled to Employers to the commercial firm "Corporate
Punishments, Inc." of Chicago IL.
General: In all cases, on the day of discipline (Friday unless otherwise
specified) girls are to refrain from the wearing of undergarments covering the
lower body. In deference to the sensibilities of other employees, scrupulous
attention should be paid to personal hygiene prior to work that day. For the
sake of uniformity, all subjects should wear a modest skirt (one that falls to,
when standing, one inch above the upper point of the kneecap), a half-slip and
self-supporting hose reaching to the mid thigh.
Disrobing: Girls are to disrobe as follows: Mild Discipline (<12 strokes of the
strop), lower undergarments removed; Moderate Discipline (12-23 strokes of the
strop), disrobed below the waist excepting hose and shoes; Significant
Discipline (>24 strokes of the strop), completely disrobed excepting hose and
shoes. Disrobing should commence promptly at 5:00 PM and must be complete by
5:05 PM. Clothing should be stored in the closet at the back of the room.
Details of Discipline: All girls subject to discipline receive a minimum of 6
strokes. Imposition of more than 36 strokes requires the approval of Mr. Wiley.
The implement of chastisement is the 3" by 28" leather strop. Application of
the implement to areas other than the buttocks and upper thighs requires Mr.
Wiley's approval. Discipline is administered by the office manager. If the
office manager is to be disciplined, Mr. Wiley will designate the
Disciplinarian.
Scheduling: Disciplinary meetings are scheduled for 5:00 PM Friday unless
specified otherwise by Mr. Wiley and are to be attended by all girls. Girls
scheduled to be disciplined will be notified of that fact and of the Degree of
Discipline by e-mail by 4:55 Thursday of that week. Unless otherwise specified,
disciplinary meetings will be held in the large conference room.
WARNING! There may be discomfort of disciplined areas lasting up to 7 days and
marks may persist for up to two weeks.
