secretary(the movie) but it’s simon riley…. hold my hand…
warnings !! - au. secretary!reader. spanking. mentioned self harm. insecure!reader. kinda bdsm relationship. smut. 18+
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recently rewatched secretary and …. oh lord all i could think about was simon.
simon meets you at least a month after you had already settled in, weren’t even his secretary; you were price’s. that put you all under price, working with him and following his lead. so why did it still feel so shameful even looking at you?
starts off with small glances, noticing the way you pull your skirt down lower even though it was well below your knees. how clumsy you were, always finding a way to pick up something after you; just to steal a proper glance up close. but that was all he could ever get himself to do.
it also wasn’t long until he noticed all the odd scares on your body that were so poorly hidden. most of them were on your legs, others just on your wrist— on the little blank spot of skin that your sleeves didn’t reach. it made him uncomfortable.
not because seeing scars made him disturbed, far from it. he just didn’t understand how a pretty girl like you could find a need to do such a thing.
and simon, who truly believes he always knows what a woman needs, starts his little act on you. the quick glances suddenly became long, heavy stares from across rooms. simon, who used to practically run out of the room to avoid alone time with you, was now lingering.
staying with you quietly in the waiting room was a new routine, listening to you tapping away on the typewriter while he opened up the newspaper. didn’t read it most of the time; nothing he really cared about. but he loved to look at you from over the page, watching the way you stretched out after a long typing session— considered himself lucky when he caught your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. teeth occasionally biting down hard, so hard that even simon grew concerned at times.
eventually; your errors began to stick out. price would complain that you were too slow of a worker, too timid to even answer the phones— and couldn’t stand even a change in voice tone. johnny couldn’t help but laugh and poke fun, “a timid little thing, ain’t she? makes you wonder what goes on at home— or how she got a job here”
didn’t make simon feel any better, thinking about what went on in your private life to make you look so sad; but it gave price the bright idea to make him be the one to confront you about your work ethic. maybe if the scariest of them finally said something, you’d finally snap out of it.
that’s how it lead up to you being bent over price’s desk, looking at the paper in front of you with curious eyes. simon had said there was something wrong with the report, you scanned your eyes across it multiple times to no avail, and simon was getting impatient.
“read it again. slower, this time. use your head, know that might be difficult..” that last part was said just above a whisper, blood rushing through your head too fast for you to even hear it.
probably why you had such a hard time focusing. your skirt kept riding up, and simon was so, so close. you could feel the heat of his body on the back of your thighs, see his arm leaning on the desk in the corner of your eye. again, you looked over the short report.
there! you finally noticed it, a spelling mistake. “i see it! it’s just a spelling mistake, i could’ve went over it with whiteout if you had asked”
“shouldn’t have to ask, should the captain? he expects only the best.” his hand disappeared from your view, “i want you to keep looking, spread out your palms on the desk, and then tell me how many mistakes there are.”
you did as you were told, not thinking twice about following simon’s directions. something inside of you buzzed whenever that happened. “i saw, there’s just one-”
you couldn’t finish your sentence without jostling forward and letting out a pathetic whine. simon had landed a very firm slap to the side of your ass, hand curling up in a fast afterwards to stop himself from grabbing you next.
“lieutenant—” he didn’t let you finish your question, his hand came down even rougher than the first time. your skirt only continued to ride up, soon leaving the skin on your thighs vulnerable to his slaps.
“you obviously can’t follow directions, like being told what to do so much but you can’t even spell properly?” the shame started to fill your face, becoming all flustered and embarrassed. but the pain that spread through your skin whenever simon’s hand found its mark… it was enough to make you wanna lean into his hand; purposely mess up more to feel that sharp sting.
“two, sir.” another slap, this time on the other side, making you lose balance on your heels ever so slightly. you refused to mess this up, so you planted your heels to the ground, back straightening out.
“didn’t see the third one?” after a couple more slaps, he had to switch hands.
“no!” you broke out finally, gasping around each spank as quietly as you could. people were outside the office. when you tried to apologize, simon just shushed you with another slap of his hand.
“then surely you’ll go out there, quietly,” he emphasized with a spank that was lower, nearing your thinly covered cunt “sit like the pretty girl we know you can be, and work.”
it was over before you could fully process it. simon’s hand rested on your lower back for a moment, fighting the urge to press the forming bulge in the front of his pants against you. would’ve been so easy to slip his cock out and ease it into you, didn’t matter how wet you were; he’d make himself fit.
instead he just brushed his hands down the front of his shirt, grabbing your skirt until it was taut in his fingers, and pulled down until you were all covered again.
“go, i want you to come back here with every newly typed copy until we get this right. then we’ll show price together.”
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