Sally and Austin worked in the same small department but never on the same project. Market analysis was a number-crunching job reviewing sales data; the promotion, demographics, and seasons of a particular product or a whole line it belonged to. The analysts usually did their work individually, drew their conclusions, and sent the results up the chain of command from their boss to the Marketing folks.
It was frustrating at times because they saw things in the data that the Marketing people often ignored. They shook their heads every time a product went south for which they’d recommended a path different from that taken by the so-called ‘experts.’ The latest example was a product the company had high hopes for, but its sales plummeted quickly, although the analysts had shed light on the reason for its disappointing decline.
Dave, their boss, brought Sally and Austin together, hoping their combined skills would have a better impact on the powers-that-be for a line of products that had been quite successful since they were first introduced long ago but were now failing. Sales had been quite good initially and had continued to thrive, driven further by the popularity of a book that focused on a particular lifestyle. Coincidentally, the product line was called ‘Better Impact.’
‘Play With Me,’ or PWM Industries as they were officially known, was a company that manufactured and/or sourced products for the burgeoning adult sex play market. A thirty-year-old company, PWM had grown steadily by reading and reacting to the cultural changes of their markets.
Before the internet, it was a business that was spoken of in whispers, if at all, their products widely seen as something somebody else might use ‘but not me!’ They’d quickly identified the internet as a boon to their business with the extraordinary consumption of pornographic material, which slowly worked its way into even polite society. You didn’t need to go to some seedy, out-of-the-way store to buy movies and adult ‘toys’ to feed one’s more prurient desires.
As a result, not only did the number of products feeding those desires increase exponentially, but the activities they promoted expanded as well, making many practices originally looked down on more mainstream. BDSM was one such practice that included a wide range of practices from playful to extreme.
Initially, the products they promoted for this market were mainly related to impact play, primarily corporal punishment. The book describing ‘shades’ of such activities drove interest from the naughty boy or girl getting spanked with a hand, hairbrush, or paddle to the more extreme implements like whips, crops, and canes, as well as furniture, bondage, and clothing and the company picked up on these changes with great success. As the more extreme practices grew in exposure and, to some degree, popularity, the company was right there with the next product to enhance such ‘play.’
Sally had been with the company for about five years and had seen this market peak and begin its fall. She’d analyzed several individual products, and sales improved when they followed her advice.
Recruited out of college, she’d been surprised at the market the company served, having been fooled by the name. Not a virgin by any means, but not exactly promiscuous either, she was more than intrigued by the prospect of working in this field and turned down other more lucrative offers to accept this one.
One would probably describe her as a plain girl. Average in most physical attributes, she’d be the wallflower at a party, not standing out but fading into the background. For those who looked more carefully, she was the ‘before’ picture in one of those remarkable makeover comparisons. She was not unattractive but not overly exciting, and her demure personality added little to her allure; however, given the proper attention, she’d likely bloom like a flower.
One aspect of her inner makeup was anything but moderate, and only a couple boyfriends had seen hints of it but sadly hadn’t capitalized on it. More than anything, she wanted to be taken over a man’s knee and given a good, sound spanking. A lifelong fascination she had yet to fulfill, but it didn’t diminish, and it was a large part of her attraction to the Play With Me company.
“Sally, why don’t you share your opinion on Better Impact’s decline in sales,” Dave instructed when he’d first called them together.
“Um. Okay. Well, we know that ‘Fifty Shades’ prompted a huge interest in the whole BDSM field. Suddenly, even previously tame people wanted to see if such play could spice up their sex lives, and for many, it did, but I believe that for many more, that interest only went so far. Everyone probably enjoyed a little spanking and restraints, but cages, whips, crosses, and other more severe play were too much and not really ‘play’ at all. I propose we’ve focused too much on those extreme aspects of this practice and not on the more playful side that fits within our ‘play with me’ mantra.”
“What do you think, Austin?” Dave asked.
“I think your proposal has merit, Sally. We’ve been asked to look into several of the extreme products and made similar suggestions, but only on specific products. Perhaps with analysis on the whole Better Impacts line and the playful aspect you’re suggesting, our promotions should focus on the practices that are more fun than intense.”
“Great! We agree,” Dave replied, “I’m getting a little tired of our contribution being minimized or outright ignored, and I think this is an opportunity to prove a point and lift our image with those marketing primadonnas. Sally has shown me some copy she’d use on the website for those products we’re talking about, and it fits perfectly with this strategy; her strategy.”
“Thank you!” Sally replied, having not received such a compliment in a long time, though only she knew that her passion for these products came from her long-neglected desire to use them.
“So, what do you want us to do, boss?” Austin asked.
“I want you to work together to develop a new promotion for these products, with Sally doing the copy and Austin doing the analysis to support it. You need to make it so apparent that they can’t possibly dismiss it as they so often do. Got it?”
They all agreed, and the two had their own meeting to work out a game plan. Austin suggested Sally’s analysis skills were just as good as his, so they should both work on that first, focusing on the people and their changing interests, while he’d look at the specific products to support their strategy. Then Sally would write the copy with input from Austin.
Sally was over the moon with joy. Not only would she be exploring a world she so wanted to be a part of, but it would be with Austin, for whom she’d had a bit of a crush for some time now.
Austin was also plain insofar as his face and modes of dress were concerned, but he had a more muscular build with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and tight abs that had Sally imagining herself the recipient of a sore bottom across his knee. More than once, she’d tried to screw up the courage to ask him out since her attentions to him seemed to have gone unnoticed. She secretly hoped that working together on the company’s spanking-related products would provide an atmosphere to get more personal with Austin and maybe more.
It wasn’t a typical one or two-day project, and since it was of their own making, it had to be worked on after other requests were fulfilled. Nevertheless, they spent much more time together discussing and even arguing their positions.
“You haven’t done that research I suggested yet?” he asked with evident frustration as his progress was further delayed without it.
“I can’t help it!” she defended. “I had to work on the ‘SOMF!’ panties that jerk Jamie asked for. Dave said so!”
“Why did that take so long?” he accused.
“I’m doing the best I can!”
“Well, it’s not enough!”
“Jeez! What’re you gonna do, spank me?” she said, almost immediately regretting it, afraid it might be too blatant a suggestion.
“As attractive as that sounds, I don’t think it’ll help us get the project done!” he replied and stormed out of the room to calm down.
Pleasantly confused, she wondered whether this exchange may have opened the door to getting what she most desperately wanted. His response suggested that he might actually like to give her the spanking she’d jokingly offered as an option. She promised herself not to let this chance pass without finding out, but she had more work to do to figure out how to make it happen.
Weeks into the project, he was again frustrated with her lack of progress and brought the subject up again.
“Come on, Sally! We need to get this done! Maybe that spanking you suggested would motivate you better?” he replied jokingly.
He wasn’t expecting her stunned reaction. She offered no snappy comeback or objection to his silly threat, and he wondered, might she be an aficionado of such play? It brought to mind instances of copy she’d written and asked him to review. He thought it strange at the time because writing web descriptions wasn’t their job until now with this unique project. And now, if memory serves, those descriptions were of the very products they were now working on. ‘Was this why she was so passionate about this assignment?’ he mused.
Sally didn’t know what to say in response, resulting in her ‘deer in the headlights’ facial expression. Was he just using their current project to make an appropriate pretend threat, or was there some genuine interest? Mulling this over for several minutes while she tried to get back on track with her work, she concluded she hadn’t enough information to be sure about anything. Should she pursue his threat? If so, how? If she were wrong, would it make their working relationship uncomfortable? All questions she couldn’t answer, at least not now, so she turned to putting some extra effort into completing her part of the project, after which she might have more clarity. She chuckled to herself to think that his spanking threat had actually had the desired effect of getting her motivated.
It took another week to finish the project, and after submitting it to Dave, he was rather impressed. They’d done considerable research to find data that supported the central theme of Sally’s idea and tailored the suggested promotions and product descriptions accordingly. Sally’s descriptions for every one of their ‘impact play’ products were both sexy and sassy, and her product photo suggestions supported that sort of play.
Finally, Dave had the opportunity to submit their findings. He was surprised at the initial interest and appreciation for going the ‘extra mile’ to take their idea beyond their normal scope of responsibility. A few days later, the VP of Marketing came to see him and asked that Sally and Austin be present.
“I first want to thank you all for the extra work you did to bring this promotion together. We’ve never seen this kind of initiative from your department before. I hope to see more of it!”
“Sally and Austin deserve all the credit, Mike. It was Sally’s initial idea, but they worked together both planning how to approach the study and completing all the tasks to bring it to this conclusion,” Dave clarified.
“Well, I thank you both for your hard work!” Mike replied. They could all hear a ‘but’ coming that meant their work was for naught and prepared themselves for disappointment. “You’ll be happy to know that we plan to implement your ideas and suggestions. I’ve told my team to get to work on it without changing a thing.”
Sally and Austin were speechless. They had high hopes for their ideas but lacked the confidence that they’d come to fruition. This was a new accomplishment, as neither had experienced the feeling of having a lot of hard work for something you believed in, getting the kind of recognition and acceptance they’d just received. When they got back to their office, they fell into each other’s arms for a congratulatory hug.
“How about an after-work drink to celebrate?” Austin suggested.
“Yes. I’d like that,” Sally replied, happier still with his invitation.
They agreed on a location within walking distance and returned to work, newly energized by their success.
“Ready to go?” Sally asked at quitting time.
“Not quite. Go ahead, and I’ll join you in fifteen or twenty minutes.”
It was early in the week, so the bar wasn’t busy, but enough activity to feed their celebratory mood. Sally found a relatively private booth and ordered a glass of Moscato. She didn’t care for ‘hard’ liquor, and even with wine, she had to be careful about drinking too much as she was easily affected by the alcohol.
Austin took a bit longer than planned, making her nervous about being stood up, but a second glass of wine helped curb those fears. When he walked in, she was suddenly taken with his appearance. It was strange as he looked the same as a half-hour ago when she left him, but her desires ramped up unexpectedly. She chalked it up to the wine and the atmosphere and greeted him warmly with a kiss on the cheek.
He ordered a drink and sat opposite Sally. He truly liked vodka martinis, and as a consummate James Bond fan, he always ordered them ‘shaken, not stirred,’ getting either a confused look or a knowing smile from the server. He loved the fantastic effect Bond had on seemingly every woman he encountered and wondered what that felt like as nothing like that ever happened to him. Still, tonight, he was encouraged by Sally’s heightened interest.
He’d only looked at her with passing interest in the past, though there were times when she’d done her red hair just right or worn something more enticing than her usual garb, which had him looking again. Having just spent a lot of time working together, he had a new appreciation for her and more than once had caught himself wanting to know more about her.
“Here’s to a successful project!” he said, offering his glass for a toast.
“To our hard work!” she added, each taking a sizeable swig after clinking glasses. “Though, truthfully, you worked harder than me,” she confessed.
“We both worked equally hard. I just had more time for it than you did among your other assignments.”
“I guess so,” she replied unconvincingly.
“It was your idea to begin with! And those descriptions you wrote! Some were cute and playful, while others were seriously hot! You showed a real passion for the work!”
“Yes. I did,” she said quietly, staring into his eyes for a reaction, and at the moment, she was starting to feel a ‘real passion’ in her panties as well.
Austin picked up on her reply, wondering how far that passion would go. He stared back into her gold/green eyes, and those memories of her past interest in this line of products returned. Whether it was those thoughts, the alcohol, or the seductive vibes he was getting, he began to wonder whether their celebration might lead somewhere else.
“Sally, I remember you showed an interest in these products before. Was that just a coincidence or …” he started but didn’t know how to finish.
“I’m sorry, Austin!” she said, hoping she was reading him right and still mindful about the chance she was taking.
“For what?” he asked.
“For not working harder when you asked me to.”
“We weren’t on a deadline. I was anxious to move on to the next step but couldn’t until I had your data. I should apologize for rushing you!”
“No, I should have … maybe you should have …” she said, changing thoughts midway. ‘C’mon, Austin! Put the pieces together! Don’t make me ask for it!’ she thought as she saw his wheels turning.
The waitress returned to check on them, breaking the spell for the moment, but both ordered another of the same. When she left, the staring match resumed, neither knowing quite what to say next. The longer she stared, the more confident she felt this was going somewhere, though the final destination was still unclear.
He felt the same way, but someone had to break the stalemate, so he asked, “It seemed like you had more than a passing interest in those products? A personal interest, perhaps?” She hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Does the … use of those products interest you?” She nodded again, afraid to use words as she might blurt something out and scare him off. “You’ve used them before?” he continued like a game of twenty questions, and this time, she shook her head slightly as a negative response. “You’ve had them used on you before?” This time, she just raised an eyebrow and a very slight smile, hoping to convey that she never had but wanted to more than anything.
The waitress again intruded, bringing their drinks, but disappeared quickly after seeing two people in such a state many times.
They each took a drink as a sort of reset to the conversation. Sally reached across for his hand and sensually caressed it, paying special attention to the palm, hoping he’d make the jump to where she really wanted to feel his palm.
Taking a chance, he became more direct. “Sally, do you like to get spanked?” she nodded more eagerly. “Do you want to get spanked?” Again, an earnest nod, so he took a chance and asked the final question in their game. “Would you like me to give you a spanking?”
“Yes!” she said with a tearful expression, so close but not quite there yet.
Austin got up and moved to her side of the booth, taking her hands in his.
“I’ll do it. I’d be happy to do it, Sally, but this has all been a bit vague, and for something like this, I need to be sure of what you want from me.”
‘This is it!’ she told herself but still hesitated, afraid to go out on that limb. ‘C’mon, say it! You’ve wanted to for so long!’ her thoughts continued.
“Austin, I’d like you to take me over your knee and give me a spanking!” she started, adding, “On my bare bottom” to be sure he had the whole picture.
With a hand on her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her gently, and her soft lips responded with a bit more passion.
“There! Was that so hard?” he asked when their lips parted.
“Yes, it was, actually! See, I’ve never been spanked before,” she confessed to his startled face. “But I’ve wanted it for so very long, and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I will like … love it! Please, Austin? Give me a good spanking?” she begged.
“How can you be sure?” he worried. “I mean, like … like a little birthday spanking? A few pats on your bottom and …” he asked as the twenty questions resumed.
“No. A real spanking! One that hurts!” she replied, “and no, I suppose I can’t be certain, but you can start soft and build up to painful. I’ll have a safeword if that makes you feel better?”
“A safeword?” he asked, unfamiliar with the scene.
“It’s a word you wouldn’t normally say in the throes of passion – like ‘bananas’ – but if I say it, you stop immediately, and we don’t continue.”
“You really should have focused better on our project,” he scolded, still uncertain about the whole thing, but decided he’d never find out if he didn’t try. “You were a naughty girl, Sally!” he added, with her approval apparent.
The phrase was music to her ears since she’d waited so long to hear someone say those words to her. As excited as she was to start, she elected to play a little longer.
“I’m sorry, sir. What are you going to do to me?” she replied, getting into character.
“You need to be punished, young lady! A good spanking on your bare bottom seems appropriate,” he scolded, but couldn’t help smiling at both the situation and Sally’s little-girl pouty face. Suddenly, he was attracted to her like none before and hoped the spanking would be a preamble to other activities.
“Ohh, do you have to? Spankings hurt!”
“They’re supposed to, aren’t they? A lesson needs to be learned here, and I think a sore, red bottom is just the thing to discourage similar behavior in the future, and there’s no time like the present!” he replied, surprising himself with his role-playing ability. Sally seemed to agree as she couldn’t keep a smile from gracing her pretty face.
“What!? Now? Not here? Please!?” she begged, knowing he didn’t mean in the bar.
“As much as I’d like to take your panties down and put you over my knee right here, I think I’ll take you home first, but you will be spanked as soon as we get home! Do you understand, Sally?”
Yes, sir, but I still don’t wanna get spanked!” she complained. She was surprisingly convincing, especially considering that this was what she wanted more than anything in the world.
They took his car, and thankfully, it was a short ride, not only because they were both anxious to get to it but also because he was running out of material for his role-play character.
Sally was quivering with excitement as they walked up the short pathway to the foyer of his condo. He pushed the button for the top floor and was grateful for the high location, with no one above them to hear, and he’d looked for his neighbors’ cars, hoping for some privacy.
He opened the door, took her wrist, and led her into the open living area, including the kitchen and dining, grabbing one of the chairs and sitting in the middle of the room. He sat and pulled Sally over to stand before him.
“What’s going to happen now, Sally?”
“Ohh! You’re gonna spank me!” she replied, loving the dialog about spanking as well.
“And why are you getting a spanking?”
“Because I didn’t do my work quickly enough.”
“And how are you to be spanked?”
“Over your knee, sir,” she answered, realizing her panties were soaked with her arousal.
“On?”
“On my bare bottom!”
“So, shouldn’t you be pulling your pants down?”
Another step in her fantasy was the act of baring her bottom for the promised spanking, but he stopped her before taking her panties down. Austin was something of a panty freak and always loved seeing a woman in them. Having not expected this, her panties were a rather dull affair of some non-descript print on white cotton.
She shuffled to his side with her pants around her knees, and he guided her over his lap.
“Oh, my God!” she said unconsciously.
“What was that, young lady?”
“Nothing, sir. I’m ready for my spanking,” she said with her anticipation at an all-time high.
While the panties weren’t anything to get excited about, her full round cheeks were. He placed his hands on them, caressing the fleshy globes and squeezing them gently as his arousal rose as well. He wished he were at least partially undressed and promised himself if there was a next time, that he would be.
Sally sighed, loving his gentle touch and occasional pinches of her bottom, but now she wished he’d get on with it as her patience was running out.
“Ooo!” she squeaked when he smacked one cheek. The second came after several seconds, and she soaked it up, although it was not nearly hard enough. She lifted her hips, begging for more, and he got the message, delivering several harder spanks to both cheeks in quick order.
“Oh God!” she cried, an exclamation that could be taken either way, that it hurt or felt good.
Though he’d viewed this as something to please her, he was pleasantly surprised that he was also enjoying it. He loved how her cheeks jiggled with each smack and settled, ready for another. And there was something about her willingness to put herself in this position and readily accept – well, crave, really – his spanking hand that was very appealing.
She continued to encourage harsher treatment, and each new level of intensity was better than the last. It had just started to sting a little when he stopped and spoke while rubbing her bottom more urgently.
“I think it’s time you were spanked on your bare bottom, young lady,” he declared and was surprised by her immediate reaction.
“Oh yes! Yes, sir! I … I know I should be spanked on my bare bottom!” she said, finding it hard to continue the pretense of this being punishment.
“Get up and pull your panties down,” he instructed, surprising her that he wouldn’t have done it.
She slid backward off his lap and stood. She reached for the elastic and stopped when he slid his finger onto the wet spot in her panties, insinuating his finger into her slit. She quickly tugged her underwear down. On the one hand, she wanted to feel his finger on her pussy again, but on the other, she wanted to get to the best part.
He smiled when he saw the nicely trimmed patch of red hair on her mons, with glistening wet lips below. He wanted to touch her again but guessed correctly that she wanted to get to the next stage of her spanking.
She laid back in his lap with the added stimulation of his thigh against her naked crotch. He couldn’t resist running his hands all over her beautiful bare cheeks, his fingers grazing other sensitive spots. He loved her bottom in the plain panties, but feeling the soft and smooth exposed flesh was intoxicating.
“I’m ready, sir!” she said to get back to the task at hand, crying, “Oh, my God!” after several spanks landed on naked cheeks.
Reading her body language correctly, he continued spanking harder and harder. He found he liked how her cheeks bounced with each smack to her lower cheeks and were especially soft there as well. When he stopped for a brief rest, he concentrated his massaging fingers on that squishy spot.
The short rest only made her appreciate it more when he resumed. She loved everything about it. Her submissive position over his knee, her naked and exposed bottom, and, most of all, the sound and feel of his hand spanking her. They were actually starting to hurt now, which only made it better for her, each spank an electrifying jolt connecting to her brain and especially her pussy.
“Oh my God, Austin!” she gasped as she slid off his lap again. Standing now, she flexed her legs to get her pants and panties down around her ankles and managed to kick them off while also opening her blouse and practically tearing it and her bra off.
“I can’t pretend anymore! It feels so good!” she said as she undressed. “It’s so much better than I’d ever imagined! Spank me, Austin!” she pled as she threw herself over his knees again, “and just keep spanking me!”
To say he was stunned was an understatement, but he’d been enjoying it enough himself that he gladly complied, spanking her continuously for several minutes. Her bottom had turned a bright red color, and she was starting to flinch and squirm to evade his hand, so he figured she needed another rest.
She appreciated the break, but her heavy breathing got heavier still when his fingers slipped between her legs to stroke her slippery, wet pussy. She spread her legs and arched her back, telling him he should continue, and before long, he had two fingers inside while his thumb coaxed her clit out of hiding.
Writhing on his lap, a finger-fucking never felt so good, and she raced toward a climax, believing nothing could be better, and then he spanked each cheek with his left hand.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Don’t stop!” she screamed as the hardest yet spanks drove her on to the most incredible orgasm after holding back as long as she could.
Austin stroked her red bottom gently, soothingly, while her body trembled in his lap. He, too, had never witnessed anything like it. He suddenly felt such an affection for her and would give her anything she wanted. She’d led him into her dream world and responded spectacularly. He sincerely hoped he’d get a chance to do it again.
Eventually, she calmed enough to turn over and sit in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck, crying ‘Thank you!’ repeatedly.
Pulling back, she kissed him with all the fervor she could summon, her tongue getting in the act after a few seconds. Several such kisses later, she stopped, and while opening his shirt, she explained.
“That was just incredible, Austin. I’ve had a fascination with spanking for as long as I can remember, but no one to do it for me. I had a couple of boyfriends whom I confided in, but one didn’t take me seriously, and the other only did it playfully for a dozen smacks. This was truly my first real spanking!”
“That must have been frustrating,” he consoled. “I have to admit, I didn’t know what to expect and did it just because you seemed to want it so badly, but I liked it a lot.”
She kissed him again and slid off his lap, having already pushed his shirt back off his shoulders. She reached for the waist of his slacks and began opening them with a cute smile. He lifted his hips off the chair to allow her to pull them down, peeling his shoes off, too. Running her hands down his bare chest, they grabbed the waist of his briefs and began tugging them down, her eyes opening wide when his cock sprung free.
“Now I have to admit I’ve admired your body for quite a while, but I didn’t know you were hiding this!” she confessed and used both hands to stroke the largest cock she’d ever handled.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” he asked, pulling her hands off his erection and standing.
He guided her down the hall before him, smacking her bottom several times along the way with a yip and the cutest giggle he’d ever heard.
She led him to the edge of the bed where he sat, then leaned back on his elbows while she knelt between his legs taking his surprise cock in hand. She was quite good with her hands, but he knew she was even better with her tongue once she took him into her mouth. She had a way of wrapping it around his girth as he slid in and out of her mouth that had him moaning almost continuously.
As if that wasn’t enough, she pulled him closer to the edge of the bed, thrusting her beautiful, bouncy breasts forward, pushing them together around his shaft, and sliding them up and down his length. Gasping as he watched the tip poke out between her stroking tits, he realized it didn’t necessarily feel better than a hand job, but there was something so sensual about a woman who has you fuck her tits.
He was close to coming when she pulled back and put it back in her mouth for the home stretch. With two fingers wrapped tightly around the base, she held back the torrent to the point he was groaning with the strain of needing to cum, and just when he couldn’t take it anymore, she let go. He could feel the pulsing against her tongue as his seed filled her mouth.
“That’s the way you’re supposed to thank someone for spanking you!” she said with her head in his lap and a big smile.
“Want to change places?” he asked with a strong desire to lick her pussy.
“Um. Would you do something else first?” she said, sliding back to kneel on the floor. “You’ll probably think I’m crazy, but I’d really like you to spank me again. Really hard! Please?” He answered by taking hold of her wrist to get her back over his knee but was surprised when she pulled away and stood up. “I want it like this!” she said as she bent at the waist, supporting herself with her hands on the bed. “C’mon, Austin, spank me again?”
He got up and, standing behind her, began rubbing her bottom, with a finger frequently wandering into her slit. She wiggled her bottom as her way of telling him to get on with it. Changing things up a bit, he smacked one cheek five or six times before giving the other the same treatment.
“Ooo, yeah! Just like that!” she cried, groaning when he increased the quantity with each cycle. He got up to a dozen at a time and had her screaming, “Ow-ow-ow-ow!” while still begging for more.
When he felt she’d had about enough, he knelt and, with his hands on her cheeks, stuffed his face between to lick her weeping pussy. Making various unintelligible sounds, she pushed back against his face, yelling, “Oh fuck!” when he spanked alternate cheeks using both hands.
With concentrated licking of her clit and a dozen spanks later, she came with trembling thighs, her body jerking each time he licked up a helping of her juice.
She fell to the bed on her side in almost a fetal position and sighed loudly when he sat beside her and brushed his fingers lightly over her back and backside. A minute or two later, she sat up and hugged him tightly while kissing his face and lips with gratitude.
“Oh my God, Austin! That was so incredible! Everything! Thank you!” she said before a soft, loving kiss.
“My pleasure!”
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked after studying his face
“I would see it more as making love to you, but I suppose the result is the same,” he said, sensing her answer.
“Aw, that’s sweet! I’m sorry, and I know it sounds weird with all we’ve just done, but it doesn’t feel right. Not yet,” she said, seeing his expression change to one of disappointment. “Next time?”
He drove her back to the office to retrieve her car, hopeful about a next time. He hadn’t expected to like spanking her as much as he did but wondered if the interest for him might wear off. He pushed that thought back, figuring she’d do her part to keep it fun. Suddenly, he wondered whether she’d want to reverse roles, initially thinking, ‘No way!’ but as the idea settled in, he wasn’t so sure.
Sally couldn’t be happier with her stinging bottom in his car seat continued to remind her. She’d finally gotten her ‘good spanking,’ which was everything she’d hoped for. She had even higher expectations for next time as they knew better what to do and how much she could take. The project that brought them together and the implements she wrote about that provided the catalyst came to mind. Would she want to try those next? Not yet; she liked the feeling of his hand in the classic OTK position too much.
“I can’t thank you enough, Austin!” she said as he pulled into the parking lot alongside her car. With the car in ‘park,’ she leaned over and kissed him affectionately. “I’d really like to do it again. Would you?” she asked, realizing he hadn’t replied when she’d offered more ‘next time.’
“Yes, I would,” he replied, then opened his car door and walked around to her side, expecting to open hers for her, but she was already getting out. He took her hand and helped her stand.
“Ooo! That hurt! I guess I stiffened up in the car!”
“I’m sorry!”
“No! I love it! Every stinging twinge reminds me of your hand spanking my bare bottom!” Their eyes connected, and she fell into his arms for a grateful hug.
“So, you like this?” he asked, squeezing her cheeks softly at first but harder when she yelped with a smile. “I can’t wait to have your bare bottom across my knee again!”
“Ooo! Me too!” she said, and feeling bad about denying him his pleasure, placed her hand on his crotch, saying, “And I promise to let him in next time.”
She kissed him again and turned to her car. Austin opened the door for her, getting another grateful smile for the gentlemanly gesture. He closed her door, her engine started, and she blew him another kiss just before driving away.
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Do you remember the first time you got spanked? Sally will forever! I hope you liked what might be the beginning of a new series!? ‘Likes’, ‘Favorites’ and comments are very much appreciated and … Thanks For Reading!!
