I 'phoned Dot. "Are you alone in the office? -- Good -- here is a little suggestion. Tell me what you think. Instruct Lisa that she has to come to my office at 5-30 p.m. sharp. There will be no one else about by then. On the dot, you might say! And tell her to remove her knickers before she comes -- perhaps in more than one sense of the word! I'm sorry, but you have made me feel suddenly very wicked!"
"And I have not forgotten about you. As you know, one of my executive privileges is to have a small toilet and shower room as part of my office suite -- you can come up before Lisa and hide in there so that you can watch and listen."
"What have you got in mind," asked Dot.
"You will have to wait and see." Now emboldened, I added, "But if it goes well, maybe we could go further and have a weekend together. If nothing else I could provide her with a good dinner. I'm not a bad hand in the kitchen these days. Well, what do you think?"
"Sounds good to me," said Dot, "But just one thing. Lisa does not know about my wish to be involved, and I would rather it stayed that way just at the moment, just in case it all goes pear shaped."
"OK, agreed. And tell Lisa that I will understand and not hold it against her if she decides she does not want to do this. I have no wish to force myself upon her -- this arrangement has to be by mutual agreement."
"Oh, I think she will be there" said Dot, and hung up the 'phone.
Having made my plan, I was able to get on with the rest of my work. Indeed I seem to have acquired a spring in my step, not to mention other parts of my anatomy, that I had not felt for some time as I went about my various tasks.
At about 5-15, I cleared my desk. I had remembered a Christmas freebie I had been given some time back, an oversized plastic ruler, half a metre long. I'd no idea what to do with it -- until now. I dug it out from the back of a cupboard and laid it across the desk.
There was a soft knock at the office door, and Dot came in. She looked at the cleared desk top and the ruler. "Oo -- that looks interesting!"
"And you called me a dirty old man!" I said, "What about you being a dirty old woman!"
"A bit less of the 'old' if you don't mind," she sniggered, as she went into my little rest room, leaving the door ajar.
I was by this time feeling both excited and distinctly nervous. But at 5-30 prompt there was another soft knock at the door.
"Come in," I said, firmly, trying to sound in charge of the situation. Lisa's head came round the door.
"Ah, Miss Jones -- come in. Oh, and lock the door behind you, if you please"
Lisa came in and stood before the desk, looking demurely at the carpet. She was wearing a good quality black business suit, knee length skirt, white blouse, black flat shoes, with discreet make-up, and her hair up in a bun.
"Now, Miss Jones, do you know why I have sent for you?"
"No, sir." The 'sir' shook me a bit; she was willing to play her part, then.
"Miss Jones, it has come to my attention (not the only thing that had come to attention, either!) that you are not wearing knickers in the office."
(It was rather a good little idea, although I say it myself.)
"But sir, Mrs. Masters told me to take my knickers off!"
"I don't care what Mrs. Masters said. It is company policy that all employees should be properly attired at work."
"I'm sorry sir, I did not mean to be naughty."
The magic word.
"Very well, Miss Jones. Naughty girls should be punished, don't you agree?"
"Yes, sir"
I picked up the ruler.
"Bend over the desk Miss Jones!"
She quickly complied. I stood up and walked round the desk.
"For this infringement, Miss Jones, I think six strokes are appropriate."
"Yes, sir."
"On your bare buttocks, Miss Jones. Then you will understand better why you should wear knickers. Pull up your skirt."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that."
"Miss Jones, if you disobey my instruction, you will receive twelve strokes. Now do as you are told!"
She started to cry! "I can't do that sir," she sobbed.
"Miss Jones, stop that nonsense. You are a grown woman." Judging by the shapely arse in front of me, I was rather stating the obvious! "Now what is the problem?"
"I think I might have been doubly naughty sir, and I don't want you to be too cross with me."
"Explain."