Both awoke a little before seven a.m. showered together with much less shyness than on the previous evening and clad only dressing gowns and slippers, made a simple breakfast. Mary's arse showed all the colours of a rainbow and walking even with just a dressing gown covering was still somewhat painful and she was dreading having to put trousers on. Luckily the rain still came down in torrents. They wouldn't have to go out.

She tried sitting on the toilet and found the pain just about bearable even so she stood to eat breakfast. "What are we doing today, Vern?"

"You, probably," he laughed, "First though, I think we will clear up here, see exactly what Mrs. Harris left us to eat and make a list of what we might need. I must also contact the office." Then he asked, "Who gave you permission to shorten my name?"

"Sorry, it just seemed a natural thing to do. Do you object?"

"Oddly enough with you I don't. I said oddly because one girl I had tried to use it and made it sound demeaning. You don't. Funny that."

"I'll clear up while you do the office stuff."

"You must be mad. Its only 8.30. The office won't expect to hear from me when I am up here with a girl before midday."

"If they are not expecting a call until late morning, why don't you do it now and see it they are really at work? It might keep them on their toes. Remember I am a real secretary, as well as a slave girl, and I know what goes on in offices."

"I'll try it and see." He phoned the office. No reply. Left a message for Sonja to contact him immediately she arrived. An hour later the phone rang. Mary picked up the receiver. "Good morning, Mr. Rocher's secretary speaking. How may I help you?"

Vernon stopped his electric shaver when the phone rang and smiled at Mary's statement but thought to himself, "I haven't given you the job yet young lady."

"Sonja, what time do you call this? You should have been in the office an hour ago."

"Sorry Sir, train was late again and then I had to wake Stuart and get him off the office floor."

"Okay, Sonja, I'll believe you. If Stuart's there now put him on."

"Hi, Stuart, you must be having problems if you spent the night on the office floor. What's up? Were you not able to fix the bug?"

"Well I didn't spend the night on the floor. I only put the cushions down at 5 am when my eyes wouldn't read the lines of text. Sonja just woke me. Yes, the bug is being a bugger. It must be something early on in the programme that throws later input into a loop but as yet I can't find it. I'm getting back to it again right now. Will let you know if there is a breakthrough."

"Thanks Stuart, I know you will do all you can. It is just if we can't make the weekend deadline we may have to close that part of the business and neither of us want that. I know you are putting in all the hours you can. Thanks. Just give it your best, I'll get Sonja to be your gopher - she may not like it but her job is on the line too. Put her back on the line please."

"Ah Sonja, you know how important it is for Stuart to sort out the bug and by Saturday and to get the contract here. As I told him."

"I know, I know," interrupted Sonja, "I put on the speaker phone and I set up this deal remember."

"Then you'll know that I want you to give him all the help you can, make him tea whenever he wants it, go out and get bacon sandwiches and whatever else he needs. Look after him."

"Okay, you're the boss. Of course I may have to draw the line at some of the things he may need! They might exhaust him over much," Sonja laughed.

"Just keep your knickers and bra on then." Vernon too laughed into the phone. Keep me updated. How's the weather where you are?"

"Sunshine."

"Still pouring here. Forecast is for it to brighten though. Be nice to get the boots on a walk in the fresh air for a bit."

"I thought your 'secretaries' (she emphasised the word), only walked as far as the car. Is she really a secretary? What's her name?"

"Yes, she is a real secretary and her name is Mary and at the moment she is only on trial, a sort of probationary period."

"I can guess the sort of trial she is undergoing."

"You can't Sonja, you can't. But get on with looking after Stuart. Talk to you later. Call me on my mobile if there is no answer on the house phone. Bye."

Mary having heard only one side of the conversation enquired, "What was that all about? Are you likely to go bust too?"

"No Mary, Stuart is a computer programmer and had what seemed to be a brilliant idea for a special business software which could save the multinational companies millions of pounds in the way it deals with invoices and non payments. I set up and financed a small company to develop it and we have one of the big banks interested but because of their planning they need an on site demonstration at 10 am Monday morning. Unfortunately something is stopping the programme working in the way it should. If he can't fix it, then there is little more we can do for the time being. The bank won't be interested until sometime in the future and by then some other firm may have a similar idea. I need to recoup the research and development outlay. Sonja is the 'paint your nails at the desk' type secretary for that development. Her forte is selling the product and she is very good at it. She set up the deal with the bank with the assumption the programme would work.

The rain had eased a little which decided Vernon to get the computer in from the car and do a little work. Mary walked with him and carried the printer. Her bum made itself known but it wasn't overwhelmingly painful. Watching Vernon's 'hunt and peck' typing Mary volunteered her services but was rejected on the grounds that he made it up as he went along.

"I can do shorthand," Mary pointed out, "You tell me what you want to say, I'll take it down and type it up then you can read it on screen or the print out."

"You are a real secretary. Can you do audio as well?"

"Yes, but I didn't see any equipment for it here."

They spent the morning routine working. What Mary's mother would have called 'busy work' - work that didn't have to be done right then but necessary to keep them occupied. Mary sat uncomfortably on a chair built up with cushions. Vernon was trying to get used to saying what he wanted Mary to type.

Midday a call came through from Stuart. He seemed excited but depressed at the same time. His opening remark set the scene. "You want the good news or the bad news?"

"Give us the good news."

"I've found the cause of the problem. It was a little sub-routine early on as I suspected. I have put that right but there are so many referrals to it from different parts of the programme and in different ways, that I have to go though the whole damn thing a little at a time and alter all the references."

"You can't do a global change?" Vernon knew of course that had it been possible Stuart would have already done it but wanted confirmation.

"No, Vernon, very few of he references are the same. I am just going to have to work overnight again."

"Sorry, Stuart. It's just so important you get it done. I wouldn't even ask you to do it if we didn't have to meet the deadline. Is Sonja looking after you okay? Is she listening in?"

"Yes to both."

"Good, Thanks for all you have done. Sonja, look after him. Keep him awake as long as is necessary. And Sonja you may be interested to know that this secretary does shorthand. Real hooks and eyes."

"But does she have the body to go with them?" snorted Sonja.

Vernon made lunch while Mary completed the typing. He was pleased with her skills and could see she would make him a good secretary if nothing else. "Still," he thought, "I must get my pound of flesh first. I must not let her get away with it." He had enjoyed the feeling of power he had over her last night even though his sub conscious told him it was cruel or at least, very unkind.

During the late morning the rain had ceased and by after lunch a watery sun shone from behind a veil of light cloud. The wind had eased too. "We'll go for a walk when you've cleaned these dishes," Vernon announced. The footpaths will be far too wet so we'll just wander around the lanes for a hour or two."

"I don't think I can walk very far at all. My bottom is too sore."

"It will be sorer still if I have to put you over my knee first. Now hurry up and get those dishes done and then we'll get changed into our outdoor gear." Vernon tried to make his voice sound angry but didn't quite achieve the tonal quality he was after. It did have its effect on Mary though.

Vernon watched as Mary removed her indoor trousers. She had not been allowed knickers so there was nothing to hide her raw flesh. "Please let me put some knickers on before we go out. These walking trousers are thick and rough and will chafe terribly. Please Vernon, please," she pleaded.

He saw the sense in her argument and relented. "Just while we are out." If anything was to punish her arse it was to be his hand.

The first half mile was sheer agony for Mary but gradually the pain eased and she was able to walk nearer to her normal gait. They made their way down the hill and around the lanes to Malham Tarn. Reaching a part of the Pennine Way that ran alongside the Tarn, Vernon asked it she wanted to stop and rest before returning but Mary foresaw stopping would mean a long painful time starting again and opted to return straight away.

Mrs. Harris spotted them as they passed her cottage and invited them in. "You can come round the back and we'll sit in the kitchen. That way you'll not have to worry about your boots."

Unfortunately for Mary, the chairs in the kitchen were all wood. No cushions on the seats. Practical for farm work but not to sit on with a recently caned backside. Involuntarily Mary let out a small, barely audible squeal when she sat which immediately caught Mrs. Harris's attention. Mary blushed and almost gave herself away but recovered to stammer the explanation she had slipped and sat down heavily on a rock.

Tea and scones were produced and they chatted about the weather and farming before Vernon announced it was time to get back because he had a phone call to make. Getting up and starting to walk again was even worse than sitting down for Mary. She had stiffened up and couldn't hide the fact although she tried to make light of it by saying, "When I sit down on a rock I do sit down rather hard!" Before allowing them to leave Mrs. Harris insisted on decanting some witch hazel into a small bottle for her. Mary thanked her and said she would try it.

"It'll bring out the bruise dear," Mrs. Harris replied.

Back at the cottage Vernon teased her about the way she had squirmed on the kitchen chair and then insisted on her removing the trousers and knickers for him to inspect the damage and if necessary to apply the witch hazel. Mary lay face down, over the side of the bed for the inspection. She felt Vernon's hands gently rubbing the flesh. His hands while soothing in their way also sent pangs of fire to her loins. Gently her parted her thighs and massaged this inner flesh. Her mind wandered back a few days and reminisced that only a very short time ago she was so shy she wouldn't have allowed anyone, certainly not a man, to see her naked and caress her bottom. Had she really turned into a wanton slut or was it she was just acting a slave girl part?

Suddenly her reverie was shattered as she felt the end of Vernon's prick entering her cunt. It pushed its way fully in despite her being unprepared. Vernon leaned over until he was lying on her back, his hands working their way under her sweater until they caught hold of her tits. Squeezing them to help hold her still, he began thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt, still tender from the previous evening's ministrations. Slowly at first and then with increasing power and speed his thrusts forced his body against her sore arse. She cried out but Vernon was passed caring. His prick was ruling his mind. Every contact with her flesh made Mary wince but gradually the pain and fire sparked a warmth inside her body and it began to respond with her own lubricating juices. Her cries of pain were now reduced to moans of pleasure. Was she a slut or a slave girl actress? It didn't matter. She was a woman whose orgasm was nearing. It exploded within her. Vernon however had already loosed several loads of sperm into her since yesterday evening. He took much longer to produce enough power for an emission and continued to pump his organ into her until she climaxed a second time before he too was finished.

Both were soaked with sweat but they just lay there. He still on top with his hands fondling her breasts. She lying with her legs over the bed side and feeling the warmth of his weight on her. They would have lain like that for some time had not the phone rang. "Damn," Vernon swore as he pulled himself away and answered the call.

"Oh how's it going Stuart?"

"Slowly but it seems to be working. But there is a helluva lot to do. I found the mistake and corrected it and then amended the correction, the programme seems to be working much better than I first expected but I am only halfway through. It will be at least midnight or more likely the early hours before I can do a full test."

"Great. At least there is hope now. Do your best. Make sure Sonja keeps your happy."

"If I did that he wouldn't get the job done at all," he heard Sonja call in the background.

Stuart laughed. "Look," he said, "Unless anything goes wrong I will call you again in the morning and then we will know how the full programme performed."

"Okay Stuart. Thanks for all you are doing. And don't do anything with Sonja that I wouldn't do!"

Mary was sitting up when he return to the bedroom. "Get undressed slave and come to the shower. I have the need of a good wash. When we're done, I'll try the witch hazel"

"Is the programme working?" she ventured.

"Not yet but it will be my morning. At least we hope it will be."

"That's good."

"Why is my slave saying that? What difference will it make to her?"

"Umm. This slave will want a job at the end of her retribution holiday and if the boss loses a lot of money, he may not want me." Vernon was about to say something when she added, "And if the programme does go wrong my master may be even more mean with me than he is now."

"I will be mean with you anyway. I still haven't received full recompense for what you did to me and I know I have said it before but I will have my pound of flesh - your flesh." Again although he tried to sound angry, his voice had a softness behind it which Mary detected.

"I shall have to be very careful," she thought, "He may try to simulate anger that he does not really feel and try to enhance it."