Secretary by deirdre Your stories are perverted. Now you may think I'm a prude, but I'm not: in fact, I enjoy reading stories about sex. Sex is a part of life and is good. But you print these stories about things like sadomasochism and lesbianism! Sick! Normal people stay as far away from them as possible! For example, my husband, Matt went out of town on business recently and he decided I would get lonely spending all those evenings alone. So he arranged with his secretary, Joan, to have dinner with me one night. She said she liked to cook and suggested we have dinner at her apartment. I arrived and discovered Joan had gone all out: she was dressed in an absolutely stunning black cocktail dress and was gorgeous. You might think I was jealous of Matt for having a secretary like Joan, but in fact, I'm very careful not to bother him about her: if a man is nagged about being unfaithful, he gets the idea that he might as well earn the nagging. Well Joan sat me down at her dining table which was lit by candle light and was absolutely perfect. After trying her duck l'orange and her wine, and watching her across the table from me smiling and talking, I sat there thinking that if she ever treated Matt like this, it would be impossible for him to resist her. I mentally made a note to prevent him from visiting Joan for dinner at all costs. I wondered whether my *no jealousy* policy really was appropriate. The desert was a cherry cheesecake and it was perfect too. Afterwards, we sat in the living room drinking wine and talking and somehow Joan came to mention how lucky I was to have a man like Matt. I was immediately alert, trying to figure out what her plans were in that area. She went on to say that I had everything: I was attractive, I had money, and I had a great husband. I countered that she certainly was attractive and was fantastic at entertaining. Well, she asked if I *really* thought she was attractive. Her words made me assume she was fishing for a compliment, but I watched her closely and she seemed like she really doubted it. And she wanted to know if I thought she was sexy. I told her she was sexy beyond belief. Then she opened a drawer in an end table next to the couch and pulled out a *ping-pong paddle*. Then in what seemed like one motion, she drew the dress up over her body and head and she was completely nude! And before I knew what happened, she was laying face down over my lap and handing me the paddle! I couldn't believe it--nothing had prepared me for the shock! I looked down at her smooth, curved body and looked at the paddle in my hand. Believe me, it was tempting to use that paddle on that perfectly formed rear end, which she wriggled invitingly, and teach her a lesson about being so dangerous. I sat there pondering the idea as I slowly rubbed the edge of the paddle across her rear cheeks. I was ready to do it. But I knew that one thing would lead to another, and soon I would be offering her *my* rear to paddle. I came to my senses, slipped out from underneath her, grabbed my coat and purse, and left as quickly as I could. So you see, normal people are not into such things. I'd like to see more stories with good, clean hetro sex.