My Secretary’s Daughter

Fbailey story number 702


My Secretary’s Daughter


I got a frantic phone call one Saturday night from my secretary. Gretchen said, “My daughter has been arrested for prostitution. I need a thousand dollars to get her out of jail. I don’t know what to do.”

I quickly calmed her down and said that I would take care of it. I then asked what jail and what her fist name was. Then I rushed down to the Sheriff’s department. I told the Desk Sergeant why I was there and then I sat on the long hard wooden bench for over an hour. I was then sent into a room down the hall. It was a judge’s chamber. Soon Lucy was ushered in, in handcuffs. The judge waited for the matron to remove the cuffs and close the door behind her.

The judge asked me why I wanted the girl since I was not her father. Then he asked me if I was her pimp. I explained that Lucy’s mother was my secretary and that Gretchen didn’t have the bail money but that I did. After some firm discussion she was released into my custody and mine alone. I was the only one responsible for keeping her out of trouble for the next year and seeing to it that she attended school and do a hundred hours of community service.

Okay!

In the car on the way to her mother’s house she called me every filthy name in the book. Finally, I stopped the car, draped her across my lap, and spanked the shit out of her. Well not literally, but I sure gave her tender ass a good workout.

Her short slutty skirt and her G-string panties did little to protect her bare skin from my rough callused hand. It felt warm to my touch, it was nice and soft, and it was just like her mother’s ass.

I dragged her into her mother’s house and told her to pack some clothes while I talked to her mother. I explained how I was totally responsible for Lucy and that I had been given sole custody of her for the next year. Shocked, Gretchen wanted to come along.

Firmly I said, “If you do then you will act as my wife, cook, clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and…sleep in my bed.”

Gretchen smiled and asked, “Does it include sex too?”

I smiled, reached up under her skirt, and cupped her panty-covered pussy.

She smiled and said, “Then I had better pack some clothes too.”

About a half-hour later the two women were in my car and we were headed for my house just outside of town.

Lucy started in again with, “I’m not going to live out here in the sticks just so you can fuck my mother.”

I stopped the car, I pulled her across my lap, and I started in again. Gretchen tried to stop me but I swatted her hand away hard enough for her to back off. Lucy was fully engulfed in tears and unable to say a word when I threw her against her door and continued to drive.

Luckily I owned my own construction company and I could pretty much do whatever I wanted too. I had two crew foremen, each with their own crews, and I could run it from my home if need be.

I stopped on my front porch and had my key out, ready to open the door and let them in when I said, “Strip naked, both of you. There will be no clothes worn in my house. Understand?”

Lucy said, “What about you?”

I sat on the railing, pulled her over my knee, and beat her ass again. While I beat her now tender ass I removed her panties, her slut skirt, and her slut top. She was not wearing a bra. In between hits I slipped her ridicules shoes off too.

When I looked at Gretchen she was naked and smiling at me.