Jennifer

She stepped behind me, holding a ruler that she found on another desk. "Ready for some humility?" Whack! A ruler really stings! Whack! She wailed away until my eyes were tearing. When she had enough she sat down in front of me. Although I was crying from the pain and the embarrassment, my erection showed I enjoyed some part of it.

By Cindy V

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Jennifer is about 23, with long black hair. She is very pretty, and she accomplishes her beauty with only a little dark grey eyeliner. She would be a knockout with a little more makeup. She also dresses very conservatively for someone her age, often with a jacket and knee or below length skirts, and very low heels. She walks with a slouch, not with the confident walk of someone so lovely. And she applies hair spray and brushes her long hair in public, an odd thing to do I think.

Although she started out here as a secretary, she has moved over to the "PC Support" department". We have a PC Support department here of three women. They install computers and peripherals and teach intro courses on the major packages for the staff, but they are not computer science professionals.

The other two women are quite cocky, and know that when people call on them for help it is because they are really stuck. They use this cockiness to advantage when that happens. I think the other women are teaching this attitude to Jennifer.

Jennifer is also recently engaged, and I can imagine they are teaching her some things about handling a husband too.

I had a little run-in with Jennifer recently. Each department was given a spreadsheet to complete, and they would all be con- solidated by someone later on. The spreadsheets were to be printed on legal size paper instead of normal letter size paper. So I inserted legal size paper in my printer and ran the spreadsheet print macro. Now, I know more about spreadsheets and particularly about macros than Jennifer or her two friends will ever know. However, what I don't know about are printers, and I was peeved that the spreadsheet did not signal the printer to print on legal size paper. The printer printed a letter size page, ejected the sheet, and went to the next sheet of paper.

So I called Jennifer for help. She told me with a smirk that I had not programmed the printer for legal size paper, she did this for me quickly, and with a satisified gleam she left. That did the job, and it printed fine.

I forget about this for awhile as I went on to do some of my own work, and when I printed the printer was still set on legal size. I decided I could do without Jennifer's confident little smirk, so I opened up the printer manual (I am one of the few people who reads a computer manual when I am stuck), found the section on paper size, reprogrammed the printer, and thought I was back to letter size.

But I was not. The printer display clealry read "Letter size", but the printer was printing as if it had legal size.

"Uh, Jennifer," I telephoned so sweetly. "Could you come over and help me with my printer?" She sounded very annoyed on the phone, as if I had bothered her enough for one day. She said she'd be over in a few minutes.

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