SSC   Caught Surfing The Net   Adult

'So David, what are we going to do about it?' Debbie
asked sharply.

I have dreaded that very question for so long?

Debbie is my secretary. She had caught me surfing the
net, and discovered my secret.

For years I have had an unblemished reputation in the
office. I am Mr Clean himself.  No affairs.  No passes
made to anyone, ever.  

I was so good at hiding my true feelings.  No one knew
I looked at magazines, feeding my lifelong passion.
Ever since I can remember I have fantasised about
discipline. 

In my dream world the woman is the superior sex, who
spanks, canes or otherwise disciplines her man. 
Nothing extreme you understand. No whips or kinky
leather clothing.  Just women smartly dressed, taking
no nonsense from their often disobedient men, who
regularly earn a spanking, and worse, on their bare
bottom.

It was all quite innocent, so far as it can be.  No
one got hurt. They were just stories and pictures. I
didn't go around smacking the bottoms of the girls in
the office. I know others did, and the girls just did
not like it.

No.  I kept it all to myself.  Deep inside.

Sure, I looked at the girls, and thought it would be
lovely if they would be strict with me, scold me, and
then discipline me.  I enjoyed looking.  I found it
relaxing.

Then I found the internet.  Access was all too easy. 
Once I found the first site, it led me to loads of
others.  

I would surf for hours at a time.  But always I hid my
tracks.  No one found out at work.  If someone came
close to my desk I would switch screens.  There were
plenty of near misses, but that's all.

Until this afternoon that is.

Then everything changed.

Debbie has been my secretary for five years.  She is a
lovely and rather attractive girl, but never have I
suggested anything untoward.  I just kept a good
working relationship.

Then it happened.  I was late for a meeting.  I
thought I had closed everything down.   Debbie,
though, used my computer whilst I was out.  She found
one picture.  Just one, that was filed in the 'wrong'
place.  Then a search found where all the others were
hidden.

When I got back to the office she told me what she had
found, and said we had to talk. Away from the office
would be best, she said.

So here we are. In her flat. 

And, she has asked, what shall we do about it? 

I looked over at Debbie, smiled, and said quietly
'Please Miss, I have earned a thrashing.  Please will
you give me one that I never forget.'

'Right.  And let's wipe that smile off your face then'
she replied.

You see, Debbie also sat at her desk and surfed the
internet.  She also hid her tracks well. Her fantasy
though was to discipline a man. 

Strict Debbie. Who would have thought?