Last night, I took a beating. Being a naughty secretary, I lost my bossβs files. He punished me accordingly. His rough hands, and his cane, left their mark on my velvet soft buttocks. As I stood there shaking, legs quivering as I felt his presence and anger increase, I had to do everything he said to keep my job. Itβs tough out there, but Iβm tougher.