Employee Stories

Part Three: The Surrender The next morning after my second coffee I heard the crunch of gravel again. I'd been sitting in the lounge, reading, expecting Elena needed time to recover from the caning. But I knew she would return. Something had shifted between us, something deeper than punishment and discipline. I watched from the window as she emerged from her car. This time she wore only a short denim skirt that barely rea...

Part Two: The GardenThe next morning arrived bright and warm, the kind of summer day that made the cottage feel like the sanctuary from London life that I needed. I'd been up early, coffee in hand, when I heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway. Right on time. I watched from the window as Elena emerged from her car. She wore a pale yellow summer dress that fell to just above her knees, the fabric light and flowing in t...

I arrived early to my country cottage, looking forward to a relaxing weekend. It was one of those days when you wanted to escape the office early and beat the traffic to the countryside. There was a local lady who looked after the place when I was away, keeping everything fresh, and also arranging to clean and stock up for me when I was coming down, to avoid the chore of spending the weekend shopping. She was also a keen...

I was having to do interviews for a new secretary. Brenda had been my secretary for almost ten years and she would turn sixty in just three months time. That would give sufficient time for her to train up her replacement. Brenda told me she had set up six people to interview. The first one was almost brain dead and there was not much more hope with the second one. The third one was in her late forties and seemed fairly ca...