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sapphossparenoterbook · 2 months ago

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Do you really want to be my secretary?

Secretary (2002) AU.

Mr Grey!Lottie Matthews x Lee!Reader

Reader is recently qualified and looking for a job! She finds one in the form of a secretary at Ms Charlotte Matthews’ law office. Things escalate from there… (follows the plot of Secretary AU, except I’ve removed Lee’s history of SH for what I feel are obvious reasons.)

TW: Spanking, Sub Dom relationships, power imbalance, dubcon? (Only initially!!), tried to work in a queer realisation?

Authors note: If this goes well and people want more, I’ll write up a second part. This is like, barely any of the plot so I have a lot more to work with!

Walking in to that law office admittedly had you quite stressed out. Your first ever professional job interview, with your qualifications in front of you in a sheet of paper you printed out… and then subsequently crumpled into a ball in your hands, mirroring the ball of nerves in your stomach. It’s festering and invasive, and you can practically taste the nerves running through your veins.

That only gets worse as you take in the inside of the office, in the waiting area where the receptionists desk sits. There’s a woman, sobbing, packing all of her stuff off of the desk and holding a letter in her hand. You’re her replacement.

Around her, there are papers, pencils, pens, files and all sorts scattered. As if someone had shoved everything off of the space around them in a fit of uncontrollable rage and fury.

The fired secretary barges right past you, with nothing but a snivel and a tear.

“Um, hey… I-!” You try to call out, to ask her if she thinks you should go, or maybe to ask her to point you in the right direction of this lawyers office. Despite his clearly terrible anger management skills…

But she doesn’t turn, and she slams the door from whence you came behind her as she goes.

“Hello?” You call out into the office. No answer. “Hello?” You repeat, a little louder. At that, you hear the authoritative voice of the lawyer you’re here to apply to work for, Lottie�� Ms Matthews. She sounds stern, and firm, but also kind as her voice drifts down the long corridor separating you from her office.

“I’m in here.”

You can’t lie, this woman has an… eery feel to her. Her black hair is tied back in a professional, tight bun, she wears a black suit and sits behind her desk. Staring.

Shes tall enough once she stands to easily tower over you in a way that isn’t intimidating, but could easily be so if she wanted it to be. All the while, she’s got this kind smile, and a caring look in her eye that changes into something more sinister when it lingers.

“Are you pregnant?” She asks, finally starting the interview instead of adding to the awkward stares between them. At that question, you realise you may have preferred the stares.

“Hah! I, uh no”

“Are you planning on getting pregnant?” Ms Matthews asks next, her eyes lingering on the paper in your hand with your qualifications.

“No, I’m not”

“Do you live in an apartment?”

“No…”

“Where do you live?”

“My mother and father’s house.”

The questions for this secretary job go on like that, completely unnecessary to a job role, until Ms Matthews finally takes the CV off of the you. “I’ve never interviewed such a qualified candidate before. You’ll be bored.”

“That’s okay, I like being bored.” You say without really thinking, it’s the truth though. Typing is easy, and boring, and it clears your head. It’s so mind numbingly boring that there’s no opportunity for you to think of anything else, all that occupies your mind while you type is what you’re actually typing. Being bored would be good for you, being bored is what you want.

“I already have a part time paralegal, all i’d have you doing is typing out files or documents, and letters I need sent to clients. Do you really want to be my secretary?”

She says, and at this point, she’s walked over to the couch to lay there. For the first time you had walked into the room, there was no awkward staring, because now she seemingly refused to make eye contact.

“Yes. Being bored is what I want, I like it.”

And from then on, you had a job as a secretary.

It’s still kind of surreal. Working here, you mean. Ms Matthews is a nice boss, despite the state of the office when you had first arrived you hadn’t seen her shout or throw anything… maybe you had gotten the wrong idea and it was the previous secretary that had trashed the place? It could make sense, she was being replaced, after all?

You let your guard down when you type, going into your own trains of thought and your mind goes blank as your hands tap away and your eyes stay grained onto the document you’re copying up. You don’t notice your tongue fidgeting out on the side of your mouth, or your frequent sniffling… or your spelling mistakes. Multiple times in this document, you’ve spelt stuff wrong, despite your brilliant typing skills. You’re so confident in yourself and your own abilities that you don’t even proof read it, you just bring it to Lottie’s office with a multitude of other files she asked for, and go on about your day.

Until…

A paper is slammed down onto your desk, words circled in red. You shove your headphones off and stop what you’re doing to look up. Ms Matthews, glaring down at you. Angrier than you’d seen her before.

“You do know that your appearance represents my law office, right? And yet you dress like that. It’s unacceptable. Not only that, you sniffle. All of the time, it’s ridiculous and annoying. You play with your hair, and worst of all, your mouth does this ugly thing with your tongue when you’re typing. Did you know that?”

“I- I’m sorry, Ms Matthews—“

Lottie reaches out and snatches your headphones from around your neck. “And no headphones. Like I said, your appearance reflects and represents my business. You’re the first thing people see when they enter here, I can’t have you looking and acting like this.”

You swallow awkwardly, feeling the familiar feeling of tears beginning to accumulate in your eyes, but Lottie’s not done yet.

“And this spelling? Get it sorted, I don’t want to see any mistakes again. Understood?”

“Understood, Ms Matthews…”

It doesn’t take you long to break the promise about no more spelling mistakes. It’s just oh so easy for your finger to slip, or not move your hand quick enough. You could tell that Ms Matthews, or Lottie as she keeps asking you call her, is losing her patience with you. She’s hot when she’s angry, and so you never seem too upset with the rare shout or reprimand, which she definitely has noticed. Every time you don’t apologise, she gets this unrecognisable look in her eye like she’s going to make you regret it… which goes when she takes a few breathers.

This is why it’s such a surprise to you now. What? To be bent over your boss’ desk, as she towers behind you and makes you read the letter with your spelling mistakes.

“…dear Mr Garvey, I’m grateful to you for referrin—“ You’re interrupted in your task with a hard spank to the ass. You move back from the letter slightly in shock, and turn your head over your shoulder to look at Ms Matthews with an incredulous look.

She’s already staring at you, making direct eye contact. Her expression is hard and cold; impassive. Except she’s got a glint in her eye that shows you she is heavily enjoying this.

“Continue.” She whispers, quiet enough you would have missed it if you weren’t already paying attention to her.

“Um…” you mumble, not sure if you should proceed. Last you heard, this wasn’t exactly a professional way to deal with mistakes in the work environment?

“Miss (L/N), read…” Your boss whispers back to you. She’s far enough away from your body that you can easily get up and leave her office, file a complaint to HR, and probably quit while you’re at it, too. But… despite how strange this interaction is… you find yourself enjoying it. You’ve never really had a woman interested in you, the only romantic relationship you’ve experienced is the awkward dinners with Pete who… has never really sparked anything in you before. But now? Here… in your bosses office, being spanked, by a woman no less? You can feel that spark, and it lingers in your lower abdomen, particularly prevalent when her fingers come up to slightly graze your ass just a little, as if gently soothing where she had hit.

You turn your head, and resume your reading of the letter.

“For referring me to your case—“ She spanks you again, and this time you’re expecting it. This time it’s welcomed despite the catch in your throat, and you use the opportunity to take another breath.

“The subject of animal captivity has been of interest to me for quite a while, and my secretary has prepared re—“ Another spank, another flutter in your abdomen, another skipped beat of your heart. “—search material that I think you’ll find illuminating. If you would be so kind—“ This time, you have to resist not pushing your ass back into her hand as she begins to rub at it through your skirt as soon as her palm lands against your skin.

“—as to send me the June 5th letter of which we spoke, my associates and I will review—ngh— immediately. Please feel free to call me at your earliest convenience. Yours sincerely, Ms Charlotte Matthews—“ One final spank, this one much harder than the others. You lift your head, the silence of the room being broken by only your heavy breaths…

“Read it again.”

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