The delivery girl


‘Delivery within 30 minutes or you spank our delivery girl.’

Mike traced the text on the pizza box with a finger and imagined if anyone ever got to spank one of those girls. Probably not, he thought. It was just a sales tactic after all. He had discovered the pizza company online about two months ago. At first he’d thought it was a joke, or a promotion for a porn-company. But when he ordered a pizza anyway, not fifteen minutes later it had been delivered. The delivery girl even wore the same skimpy outfit as seen on the website: a low-cut, tight-fitting shirt covering her large breasts and an embarrassing short skirt.
Mike had ordered perhaps ten times since then. Their marketing strategy was obviously working. He knew he was being played of course, but couldn’t help himself. What does it even matter? He thought. He had to eat anyway, he decided to order another one today, not knowing it would be his lucky day.

Sarah had been working for the pizza company for a mere two weeks. She worked together with about a dozen other girls. She had been afraid at first, of the rule that she should let customers spank her if she was late. But with over a dozen girls, each delivering ten to twenty pizza’s a day; only two had reported being late in a month. With such good odds – and a salary twice than what was normal for a delivery girl – it was a chance she was willing to take. Especially, since she secretly had quite a few kinky fantasies of her own and got excited by the thought of actually getting spanked.
That didn’t mean of course, that she didn’t run as if the devil was on her heels when her bike broke down one day. She was on her last delivery of the evening, just a single pizza in the heavy bag she now carried over her shoulders. She was breathing heavily and sweating all over when she rang the bell at Mike’s apartment. “You’re late.” The man said who opened the door.

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The domme’s apprentice


It all started with a simple email in which Erika asked the following:

Mistress Anna

Before I ask for your help, I wanted to say I’m a big fan of your work and your video’s. Your professional attitude in what you do is what convinced me in contacting you.

My name is Erika. I’m twenty-four years old and I’ve been in a strong relation with another girl my age for over three years now. Her name is Sophie. Early on in our relationship we’ve discovered each other’s interest in BDSM. We have experimented together, spending plenty of time across each other’s knees, just like the women in your videos. As things progressed, we started to fall into more specific roles, where I would more often be the one dominating, while my girlfriend would submit.

My girlfriend is the one who showed me your video’s for the first time. Video’s in which such spankings aren’t just part of a sexual experience, but a lifestyle encompassing discipline. We have discussed making the step from fun to discipline a lot, but we feel insecure as how this would influence our relationship and how to make that first step. This is why I hoped you could help us. Perhaps you could share some of your knowledge and give us some tips on how to move forward with such a relationship.

Kind regards

She had sent this email just a week ago. Mistress Anna had answered not two days later. Her answer had been short, but had included an invitation to come meet her in person and talk face to face about their desires. This is why Erika and her girlfriend Sophie – whom Anna had explicitly said should attend as well – drove up the lane to the front door of the large mansion where mistress Anna lived.
Nervously the two girls walked up the short flight of stairs to the large double doors. Mistress Anna opened these shortly after they rang the bell. She looked just like in her video’s: her hair was put up with not a strand out of place, her make-up was subtle and accentuated her face, her dress hugged her body and was almost short enough to reveal the lace at the top of her stockings. In short, she was beautiful. Her broad smile made the girls immediately feel welcome when she invited them in and led them to the sitting room. When Erika recognized the room from several of the video’s she’d watched, she realized many of Mistress Anna’s films were recorded in her own home. The realization woke the butterflies in her stomach. A quick look at Sophie told her she recognized the space as well, she was blushing deeply, they had probably both fantasized visiting this room and its owner, but for other reasons then just talking.
They sat down on the sofa on which many naughty girls had cried their eyes out as mistress Anna offered them something to drink. Fidgeting and unable to look at each other they waited for her to return.

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Taxi driver (part 3)


Several days had passed since Mia’s ‘date’ with the taxi-driver. She had thought about him often, about the spanking he had given her and her bikini laying forgotten in an abandoned alleyway. She wondered if she’d ever have the courage to tell her friends about this adventure when she returned home. A few of them liked to brag about their holiday escapades, but she was sure none of them had ever experienced anything like she had.
She hadn’t contacted the driver again, though she had fantasized about it often. Their story seemed over, their first meeting followed by the agreed upon date when she’d payed the price for her misbehavior. He didn’t have a reason to spank her again and Mia wasn’t really interested in him sexually or romantically. She could of course give him a reason for that spanking, but that felt so fake. It would devaluate her first spanking that she had actually deserved. Instead she saved him for her dreams and fantasies.

On the last day of her holiday however, by chance she met him again. Her things were packed and she was waiting outside for her parents when the taxi they’d ordered stopped at the hotel’s front door. She recognized him immediately. Panic hit her for a short moment. It couldn’t be coincidence that her parents had called his taxi-service and he showed up, could it? Did they know, or had he somehow arranged it? Nervously she greeted him, but his response reassured her that he hadn’t known who he was picking up.
“I had hoped to see you again before you left.” He said. “After the last time I saw you, I hoped we could have a bit more fun sometime.”
Mia blushed. She didn’t want her parents to hear anything about their ‘fun’, but for the moment they were alone. “I’m sorry.” She said. She suddenly realized she’d made a mistake not contacting him again, now she’d wasted the opportunity to explore her newfound fantasy further. “I guess I should’ve called.”
The taxi driver looked up as her parents exited the hotel. “Well you’re lucky your parents are with you today.” He whispered quickly, “otherwise I would’ve turned your bottom bright red for such thoughtlessness.” Then headed to help her mother with her luggage.

The drive towards the airport was uncomfortable. She noticed the driver’s look in his back-view mirror and was reminded sitting there naked or laying across his lap. But now she sat next to her mother and couldn’t let anything of her feelings show.
The driver talked amicably with her father, when she heard they were talking about their trip home, she realized he was figuring out where she lived. Of course, that was far away from here, there wasn’t a chance they would ever meet again. A small part of her started to hope that maybe one day he would visit their country and they would meet again. Mia didn’t talk much during the ride. Instead she thought about his threat, how he would’ve reddened her bottom for not calling him. This would’ve been another spanking she had actually deserved.

“Please, wait for me here.” She whispered to the taxi driver after they had gotten out of the car. They had stopped at a busy taxi-stop right beside the entrance to the large airport. Her parents were already loading their luggage on a trolley. She followed them inside, nervously looking over her shoulder at the driver who was waiting for her.
When her parents got in line at the baggage depot, she said she wanted to have a look around. It was a long queue and she’d have plenty of time before their turn. She made her way back to the exit immediately. The driver was still waiting for her.
“I thought we had a little time to deal with my naughty behavior.” She told him when she returned. “My parents are in line with the luggage.”
The driver raised an eyebrow and smiled. “So eager.” He said. “It seems I did leave an impression after all. Too bad you waited so long, I don’t think I have time to drive you anywhere private.”
Mia blushed. She had thought about that, but the memory of being spanked in his car where others could see, the naked trip home with her towel barely covering her red cheeks and the day at the beach with her bottom still marked; those had turned her on just as much as the actual spanking. “You can do it here.” She said. “In the car.”
The driver smiled an evil grin. “How about I bend you over the hood of my car and spank you where everyone can see instead. Then everyone will know what a naughty girl you’ve been.”
Mia blushed again. He couldn’t be serious, could he? He was just teasing her, if she’d say no he would surely take her in the car and spank her there. Enough people were around to see her even then. So why wasn’t she saying anything then? Her thoughts were racing: No one knew her here, she was getting on a plane and everyone who would’ve seen her would be out of her life forever. And they’d all see her naughty bare bottom get spanked. “IF you think that would be better.” She whispered.

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A few lengths of rope


This is a story about a young woman. You have met her before, though you didn’t know it at the time. The first time you saw her, you were too distracted by one of her friends. We’ll make up for that now by giving all our attention to her. This young woman is dark of skin with long and silky raven-black hair. She’s wearing a dress of gold and green, complemented by large golden hoops in her ears. The dress is cut deeply and a glittering gold necklace draws the eye to her generous cleavage. It is short as well, leaving her long legs bared on this warm spring day. I could go on and on, telling you about the softness of her skin and her perfectly manicured nails, but I think you’ve got the idea. This lovely young woman’s name is Sophia. Let me tell you a little secret about Sophia, something … intimate. There is a little box on Sophia’s night stand at home. Inside this box you can find two large marble-sized balls, connected by a string. Today however, this box on her night stand is empty.
Lets start the story when Sophia meets up with her friends for an afternoon in the city. Now, when someone were to look at Sophia as she made her way to her friend in a local shop; they might think her slow measured walk is caused by the high heels she is wearing. We – knowing about the empty state of the box in her room however – know better. Her friend might have noticed something of course, knowing how well Sophia normally walks in those heels. But she seems distracted herself, absorbed in the mundane task of choosing which wooden spoon to buy of all things. Her second friend is distracted by thoughts of her own but that is another story for another time, and thus Sophia’s secret is safe.

As the afternoon progressed, the little balls Sophia ‘carried’ with her, kept her constantly distracted yet alert at the same time. With her mind elsewhere, she had to try her best to seem supportive and interested when her friend told her about her problems in college. Later, during drinks the pressure of the balls had her on the edge of her seat. Her friend was bragging about a date with her husband, a seemingly very romantic picnic at the nearby nature reserve. The thought of the things she wanted to do if her boyfriend ever took her out into the woods, combined with her already increased state of arousal made her sweat. Ignoring her friends as they spoke of food that would be fitting for a picnic, she sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
“We’re at the bar. I can’t take it any more. The restroom should be private, if I have your permission?”
Nervously she waited for a reply. Minutes passed and Sophia tried to distract herself by participating in the conversation. She knew he had read her message, he was making her wait. You might think that would make her upset. But the opposite is true, it only made her need greater. It took ten minutes before she got a reply from her boyfriend.
“No. You do not have permission. But if you really have to, you can take them out and have a fifteen minute break.”
Now, you might be wondering, was Sophia asking her boyfriends permission to orgasm? You would be right. I could even tell you it hadn’t been her own choice to open that box before she left home.

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The playing cards spanking game


Hello everyone

One of the rules for my wife is that she has to submit to a maintenance session once a month, usually involving some form of spanking. To make this session more fun/interesting, I recently came up with game to play with playing cards.

The premise is simple, she draws a set amount of cards, and depending on the cards drawn, the maintenance session is arranged.

How it works:
Using the playing cards for the sub’s maintenance session works as follows:

1. The dom shuffles the deck for the sub and places the deck on the table
2. The sub selects a card by picking up a random amount of cards from the deck, the selected card is the bottom card in her hand.
3. The selected card is placed to the side and the others are returned to the deck.
4. Repeat Steps 1-3 until 5 cards are selected. Make sure to save the order in which the cards were drawn.

The rules:

– Card effects on other cards are carried out in drawing order. Except cards with the number 5, which effect will always be at the end of the drawing round.
– Card effects that set up the maintenance session are carried out in the order decided by the dom, unless specified differently by the card rules.
– If the last card is a 3 or a 5, an extra card will be drawn, the total amount of cards will then be 6 instead of 5.
– Card effects can be halved our doubled by drawing a specific card. This includes all effects, not just the amount of strokes in spanking.
– Card effects stack. This means doubling a card that also doubles can means quadrupling an effect, or halving a doubling effect will only increase other cards by 1.5.
– When in doubt about the rules, the dom has the final decision.

Extra rules:

– When the sub cheats by looking at the cards, the dom can replace the drawn card by one of his choice from the deck.
– When the selection of cards is too much to handle for the sub, she can request a redraw. She can then draw three new cards, while the dom selects two from the previously drawn list.
– When the sub can no longer handle the session after it has already started, she can request a break of end to the session. During the next session, the sub will have to draw one extra card.
– When the sub talks or moves out of position during corner time, she will have to draw an extra card.

The card effects

Black cards:
2: Double the effect of the next card
3: For the next card, draw three, the dom gets to choose which one to keep
4: 40 soft strokes with the hairbrush (spades) or belt (clubs)
5: At the end of this round pick 5 more cards, the dom can exchange up to three of these with the current set
6: Six of the best: 6 strokes at full force with the hairbrush (spades) or belt (clubs)
7: The dom receives a blowjob at the end of the session (if doubled, the sub is blindfolded; if halved the sub is allowed to use her hands instead)
8: 8 minutes of corner time with her hands on her head (spades) or behind her back (clubs)
9: 9 minutes tied to the bed and tortured
10: 10 slow, hard strokes with the hairbrush (spades) or belt (clubs)
J: 25 strokes by hand and 25 with the hairbrush (spades) or belt (clubs)
Q: 50 strokes by hand and 25 with the hairbrush (spades) or belt (clubs)
K: 25 strokes by hand and 50 with the hairbrush (spades) or belt (clubs)
A: All card effects in this session are doubled
Joker: Draw five more cards

Red cards:
2: Halve the effect of the next card (round up)
3: For the next card, draw three, the sub gets to choose which one to keep
4: 40 soft strokes with the riding crop (diamonds) or whip (hearts)
5: At the end of this round pick 5 more cards, the sub can exchange up to three of these with the current set
6: Six of the best: 6 strokes at full force with the riding crop (diamonds) or whip (hearts)
7: The sub receives oral stimulation at the end of the session (if doubled, the sub will be blindfolded, if halved the dom can use his fingers instead)
8: 8 minutes of corner time while the dom teases the sub (diamonds) or pleasures the sub (hearts)
9: 9 minutes tied to the bed and pleasured
10: 10 slow, hard strokes with the riding crop (diamonds) or whip (hearts)
J: 25 strokes by hand and 25 with the riding crop (diamonds) or whip (hearts)
Q: 50 strokes by hand and 25 with the riding crop (diamonds) or whip (hearts)
K: 25 strokes by hand and 50 with the riding crop (diamonds) or whip (hearts)
A: All card effects in this session are halved
Joker: All spankings will be done by hand, no implements


(all examples are based on random card draw)

Example 1: A good well-rounded spanking
– cards drawn: King – 9 ♡ – 8 – 4 – King ♡
– result: The session starts with a spanking; the sub gets a warmup by hand of 50 strokes, followed by 40 soft strokes with the hairbrush. She will then be spanked more fitmly: 50 strokes with the riding crop and 50 with the whip. After her spanking she must spend 8 minutes in the corner, where her dom gets to tease her. After accepting her spanking and enduring his teasing, the sub will be tied to the bed and rewarded with pleasure for the next 9 minutes.

Example 2: A pleasurable spanking
– cards drawn: Jack – Queen – 4 – 7 ♡ – Queen ♡
– result: The session starts with a spanking: The sub gets a long pleasurable warmup by hand of 125 strokes and 40 soft strokes with the hairbrush. She will then be spanked more firmly: 25 firm strokes with the hairbrush, 25 with the whip and 25 with the belt. After enduring her spanking she will be awarded with oral pleasure

Example 3: Pleasure for her dom
– cards drawn: 4 – 2 – Ace – 7 – 10
– explanation: Two of hearts halved the effect of the Ace of diamonds. This means the other cards have a ¾ effect.
– result: The session starts with short spanking: The sub gets 30 teasingly soft strokes with the riding crop, followed by 8 slow but firm strokes with the hairbrush before pleasuring her dom with a blowjob

Example 4: Things can get complicated
– cards drawn: 8 – 5 – 9 – 4 – 5
– replace up to three: 4 – 9 – 6 – 2 – Queen
– replace up to three: Ace – King – King – 8 – 7
– explanation: The 5 of clubs made the sub draw 5 more cards with which the dom could replace three, he choose the queen of diamonds over the 8 of hearts and the 9 of spades over the now useless 5 of clubs. Then the sub had to draw another 5 cards for the 5 of spades from which the dom could choose three to replace. He choose the king of diamonds to replace the queen of diamonds, the ace of hearts to replace the 4 of spades and the 7 of spades to replace the 5 of spades.
– final selection: K – 9 – 9 – Ace – 7
– result: The session starts with the sub tied up on the bed, where she will be tortured andp layed with for a whole 36 minutes. When she finally begs for mercy she will be given a warmup spanking of 50 strokes by hand, followed by a more firm 100 with the riding crop. After her spanking she will be blindfolded and give her dom a blowjob in thanks.

Example 5: Making hard choices: hairbrush or the whip?
– cards drawn: 9 – Jack – 5 – 7 – 3
– choose one: Jack – Queen – 4
– replace up to three: King – 5 – 3 – Jack – 10
– explanation: After drawing the 3 of clubs, three more cards were drawn, from these cards the dom picked the queen of hearts. At the end of the draw, the sub got to draw 5 more cards thanks to the 5 of hearts, from these 5 cards she used the Jack of hearts to replace the earlier drawn Jack of spades
– final selection:
9 – Jack – 5 – 7 – 3 – Queen ♡
– result: The session starts with a spanking. The sub gets a warmup by hand: 75 strokes, before receiving 50 with the whip. Afterwards she is tied to the bed where she will be rewarded by being pleasured for 9 minutes and receiving oral stimulation.

Example 6: When the cards decide you’ve been naughty
– cards drawn: 10 – Jack – Queen – Jack – Ace
– result: The session starts with a long but necessary warmup spanking of 200 strokes by hand. The firm spanking will then follow of 100 strokes with the hairbrush and 50 with the belt and then finished of with 20 more firm, slow strokes with the hairbrush

Example 7: When the cards decide to give you a break
– cards drawn: Queen – Queen – 3
– choose one: 3 – Black Joker – 10
– choose one: 3: 8 – 5 – 10
– replace up to three: 5 – Jack – Ace – Jack – 9
– replace up to two: King – 2 – 10
– explanation: The three of hearts let the sub choose the next card from three. From these three cards she choose the three of diamonds, which let her again select the next card from three. From those three she selected the 5 of hearts, which let her pick 5 cards and exchange up to three. She replaced the two queens with the ace of diamonds and five of diamonds. With the five of diamonds she got to pick three more cards with which to replace up to two (effect halved by the ace) of which she used none.
– final selection: Ace – 5 – 3 – 3 – 5
– result: None of the remaining cards have effects, the sub does not get a spanking.

Example 8: A short but firm spanking
– cards drawn: 10 – Queen – 2 – 6 – 6
– result: The session starts with a quick warmup by hand: 50 strokes. The spanking then starts with 25 strokes with the whip, followed by 10 slow firm ones with the belt. To round things off the sub will then receive 3 very hard ones with the hairbrush and 6 more with the whip.

Example 9: When the dom gets to choose
– cards drawn: 8 – Ace – 4 – 5 – 9
– replace up to 6: 6 – King – Ace – 5 – 9 – 10 – 4 – 10 – Ace – Ace
– explanation: With the 5 of clubs, 10 more cards were drawn from which the dom could choose up to 6 to replace the earleir drawn cards (effect doubled by the ace)
– final selection good girl: 10 – Ace – 4 – 4 – 9
– final selection bad girl: Ace – Ace – King – 10 – 6
– result good girl: If the sub was a good girl, the dom might offer a long and sensual good-girl spanking: 80 soft strokes of the riding crop, followed by 80 soft strokes of the whip. After this just 20 slow but firm more strokes with the whip will consolidate the sting that has been slowly built up. Then the sub will be tied to the bed and pleasured for the next 18 minutes.
– result bad girl: If the sub has been a bad girl however, she could be in a lot of trouble with both black aces drawn: For this spanking she will get a good warmup of 100 strokes by hand. It will be necessary because this will be followed by 200 strokes with the hairbrush. She will then receive another 40 slow and firm strokes with the whip. And to finish the lesson for the naughty girl she will receive 24 of the hardest strokes with the belt.

Example 10: When choices backfire
– drawn cards: 3
– choose one: King – Jack – 8
– drawn cards: 9 – 3
– choose one: 2 – Ace – Ace
– drawn cards: 3
– choose 2: 8 – Jack – 6 – 3 – 9 – 4
– explanation: After the 3 of hearts, the sub got to pick her next card. Then after the 3 of diamonds she got to pick yet another card. Here she picked the 2 of clubs, which meant she had to draw another card. She drew the 3 of spades, which meant she had to draw 6 cards of which the dom got to pick 2 (effect doubled by the 2 of clubs).
– final selection: 3 – 8 – 9 – 3 – 2 – 3 – Jack – 4
– result: The session begins with the sub tied up on the bed and tortured for 9 minutes. She will then be spanked, starting with 25 warmup strokes by hand, followed by 40 soft strokes with the hairbrush and finished off with 25 more firm strokes with the hairbrush. She will then have to stand in the corner for 8 minutes with her hands behind her back.

The stolen bikini (part 1)

The sun had barely risen and yet the temperature had already reached a comfortable temperature. The resort’s pool area was still abandoned. Many chairs already had towels draped across them to be claimed later, but all the guests were still at the all-you-can-eat breakfast. Sophia was the only one walking across the still cool tiles. She never cared much for breakfast and enjoyed a silent swim in the morning, before all the families with young children arrived. She wore just her bikini, a bright red top that left much of her bosom exposed and a tiny red string that left nothing to the imagination. She enjoyed the attention her near-naked body provoked. In fact, the last man whose attention she’d won – the second one in her first week in this resort – had taken a flight back home last night; she’d have to find someone new soon. Vacation for Sophia meant enjoying every aspect in life. What good was going to a warm and distant country where everyone was a stranger and no one knew her to judge her; if she could not fulfil her every desire? Sophia rarely spent a night alone in her hotel room.
After swimming a few laps, the water still cool in the early morning, she noticed someone walking in-between the many lounging chairs. It was a dark-haired man. He was bare-chested and wore short swimming trunks. She hadn’t seen him before; she’d always had the pool to herself this time of the day. Sophia was immediately intrigued by this new arrival. She swam to the less deep part of the pool, where if she stood the water barely reached her thighs. “Good morning.” She called out to the man who was just draping his towel across an unclaimed chair.
The man turned around and smiled at her as he replied: “Good morning to you too.” He had a bit of a southern accent and looked her up and down.
Sophia didn’t blush, she knew how she must look: her wet hair thrown back, her bare skin glistening wet, barely covered by the bikini she wore. “Are you taking a morning swim as well?” She asked of him. He had slowly made his way to the edge of the pool and she appreciated the view of his broad muscled shoulders and flat stomach. Looking at his handsome face, she had already decided he would be her newest conquest. The way he looked at her in return told her it shouldn’t be too hard.
“I was actually just trying to find a spot to lie down later.” He replied. “Before I got some breakfast.”
Sophia smiled and lowered herself invitingly in the water. “You can always eat later.” She said. “You should enjoy the pool now that it’s still calm and quiet.” When the man grinned and lowered himself into the water she knew he was caught.

“I didn’t catch your name yet.” The man said as he swam slowly around her, getting closer without coming directly at her. “I’m Michael by the way.”
Without answering Sophia dove underwater and swam to the deeper centre of the pool. An artificial rock formation stood there, covered in signs in all possible languages that said: ‘do not climb’, which would in turn be ignored by the majority of children playing here later. An opening in the rocks on one side was hidden behind a thin waterfall. Sophia came up beneath the waterfall and called out her name. She knew the falling water pushed down her bra, threatening to free her breasts, which were vibrating and bouncing under the torrent of water. When Michael turned towards her, she crooked her finger and disappeared inside the hidden area.
It did not take long for Michael to join her. When he did, his eyes grew wide, as Sophia sat on one of the rocks shaped as a bench. Her bikini lay beside her, her naked body on display like a mermaid on a breakwater far out in the sea. She had always enjoyed being very straightforward in what she wanted.
Michael walked up to her; the pool wasn’t very deep inside the small cave. “Someone has something else than swimming in mind.” He said.
Shamelessly spreading her legs, Sophia wrapped her feet behind him and pulled him closer. “Do you mind?” She asked, leaning forward to put her breasts right in front of him.
Michael’s hands were on his back, then on her wet breasts, “Hmm, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He said, his warm mouth then kissing her neck.
“Very naughty.” Sophia agreed, shivering beneath his touch and pressing her body against him. She moaned softly when Michael grabbed her hips and pulled her off the rocks. He pinned her with her back against the rough stones.
“Bad, bad girl.” He whispered in her neck as she pulled down his trunks and guided his rock hard erection inside. Michael fucked her hard and fast in the hidden are of the swimming pool. His teeth grazed her neck and breasts, as he tasted her flesh. He came suddenly, shivering to a stop.

Sophia hung in the water, breathing quick and shallow. She reached down between her legs and touched herself where Michael had just been. She rarely reached an orgasm from a quickie like this, but she didn’t mind Michael watching. “The naughty girl hasn’t had enough yet, has she?” He said as he stood near the entrance to their hidden cave, as if he was standing on lookout. Reminded of their exciting, public location, Sophia’s arousal reached its peak and she moaned loudly as Michael watched her reach her own orgasm.
“I can never get enough.” She said after catching her breath. She gave him a meaningful wink.
“That’s good to know.” Michael replied and then left her behind inside the small cave.
When Sophia turned around to get dressed, she realized her bikini was missing. She looked under water to see if it had fallen and then on the other rocky benches thinking she might have misplaced it. She quickly realised it was gone and there was only one explanation: That bastard had taken it! Carefully she swam to the waterfall to see where he went. She calmed herself thinking it must just be a childish prank he was playing on her. But when she pushed through the waterfall – covering her naked breasts in case anyone else had arrived at the pool – she did not see him. Other voices she heard in the distance, the first families gathering at the poolside. Soon the water would be full of playing children. Just as she decided she’d have to make a run for it while she still could – dreading the long naked walk back to her hotel room – she saw Michael swimming towards her. “Give it back.” She growled at him.
Michael laughed. “What is it?” He asked. “Is the naughty girl in trouble?”
“This isn’t funny.” Sophia said. “The other guests can arrive any time.”
Michael lazily swam just out of her reach in the middle of the pool. “I think it’s exactly what a naughty girl deserves. Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for what you did? Look at you, naked in a public pool, having sex with strangers. If I had my way, you’d be a lot worse off.”
Sophia blushed. “You enjoyed it as much as I did.” She said. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
Michael laughed. “Of course. There’s not denying that. But is it really my fault? How could you expect me to say no to such a gorgeous and sexy young woman, offering herself so freely to me?” He laughed again. “Just admit you’re a bad girl and I might give you back your clothes.”
Sophia ground her teeth. “Fine.” She said. “I’m a very, very naughty girl.” Her voice was warm and sultry, as she said it. She must still have some influence over him, she thought.
Michael smiled, now showing her the bikini he had been hiding behind his back. “Yes, you are.” He said. “And naughty girls deserve to be punished.” He held it out to her, but still out of reach. “So I’m going to make you an offer. I will give this back to you. If you come to my room tonight so I can give you your well-deserved punishment.”
Sophia held back. She wanted to just reach out and grab it, but there were now people moving at the lounging chairs. She did not want to attract their attention. “What kind of punishment?” She asked.
“A good spanking on that lovely round bottom of yours.”
‘I could just agree and not show up.’ Sophia thought, blushing and covering herself as more people gathered at the poolside. “Fine.” She said.
“You promise?” Michael asked and held out the bikini a bit closer.
“I promise.” Sophia said.
Michael grinned at her again. “So you can be a good girl.” He said, before throwing her the bikini. Sophia quickly hid inside to cover herself.

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The naughty art model

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The sound of brushes, pencils and charcoal filled the otherwise silent room. For a second, Sam imagined they were touching her, following the curves of her naked skin instead of the canvas they left their mark on. Ticklish as she was, she shivered at the thought. Goose bumps stood out on her flesh despite the heat of the room, warmer than usual for her comfort. Over a dozen pairs of eyes measured her curves, translating every inch of her bare, naked skin to lines and colours on a piece of canvas. The room was divided quite evenly between men and women and while they all had acted quite professionally, the smiles on the men’s faces had betrayed their joy at today’s art class subject.
The art teacher himself, James, was a close friend of Sam. Just a week ago they had been talking about his work. Sam had asked him then if he ever used nude models in his class. The subject was of interest to her, because despite her fantasies of exhibitionism and public nudity, she had always been too shy to actually expose herself in public. Sam was a frequent visitor of public pools, sunny beaches, and mixed sauna’s, any place where she could indulge her fantasy in a safe and socially accepted setting. Nude modelling seemed like one of these, but instead of indulging the casual glances and secret stares; she’d be the centre of attention. In fact, she’d be the only naked person in the room; it would be a lot closer to her actual fantasies.
James had told her then, that it wasn’t nearly as sexy or exotic as popular media made you believe. He did use nude models in his advanced classes; but he always had trouble finding willing participants. Often the models he did find were women – or men – with low self-esteem. They longed for confirmation, positive feedback on their body. While many of them were far from ugly, the silent concentration in the room made them unsure of their attractiveness and made for poor body language and poor modelling.
Sam had none of these problems. She was proud of her body and willing to show it off. She had gladly offered Sam to model for his class. She showed his students her smile, her perfect hourglass figure, her full breasts, and her round bottom. Not only her own heart beat at an increased rate that day.

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Afraid of the lightning

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Curled up in her sleeping bag, Samantha listened to the thundering noise of the rain on the tent’s roof and the lightning in the sky. The two girls beside her slept soundly, as if they could not hear the storm raging outside. What a ridiculous idea it had been: sleeping in a tent, outside in the yard during a rainstorm. She could’ve been sleeping in a warm bed right now. The girls’ father was inside of course, warm and safe. He had given in on the girls’ request, not seeing any danger despite the storm, since they’d be right in their own backyard. Samantha had been unable to refuse to join them. What could she have said? That she, a grown woman, was afraid, while two young girls were not? Samantha was the girls’ governess – both she and the girls had gotten too old to still call her their babysitter – and the girls looked up to her. So despite her fears, she had given in and joined the girls in their little tent outside. But now that they were sleeping and she was not, she regretted her choice. Her heart was racing, the sound of water was everywhere, it could leak into their tent and drown them at any moment. Whenever lightning struck and turned the tent’s canvas bright, she jumped up slightly. And every time she looked at her watch, only minutes had passed. The night and its storm seemed to go on forever.

Thomas was half asleep in his bed, after a hard day’s work. He’d been drifting in and out of sleep for a while when he was once more half-woken, this time by the sound of his door opening. “I can’t sleep.” A frightened voice said. “I’m afraid of the storm.”
Smiling in his sleep, Thomas pushed his blankets to the side. He had half expected this when his girls had begged him to sleep in the tent tonight. “It’s ok.” He said. “You can sleep here with me. I’ll protect you.” He didn’t notice how long the figure in his doorframe hesitated. He’d fallen asleep again before she made up her mind and joined him underneath the blankets.

Samantha woke the following morning with the comfortable warmth of Thomas against her back. It took her a few moments before realizing whose bed she was sharing. Thomas’ arm was wrapped around her, his hand pressed on her chest, between her breasts. She could feel his warm breath in her neck. The intimacy was oddly comforting. She could even feel him pressed against her bottom, an erection pressed between her buttocks. A blush crept up on her face as her dreams faded and she truly awoke, realizing fully where and with whom she was lying. Still she didn’t dare move lest she woke him. There was nothing wrong with this. She tried to assure herself. His hand lay still on her chest, and his erection well all men got those in the early morning.
The truth was, that Samantha hadn’t had such a good night’s rest in a long while. She remembered the storm and this was the first time in a long while that she had been able to sleep through such a nightmare. She didn’t want it to be over just yet. So instead of waking Thomas up, she nestled herself in his embrace, his strong arm around her, his comforting breath behind her ear and his manly erection between her buttocks. She wasn’t doing anything wrong; they were only sleeping after all.

Thomas woke in confusion, with the young woman in his arms. As her moved his hand, he felt her breasts, the girl mumbling a reproach when he took hold of one, but not shaking him off. He half-remembered one of the girls coming to his room late at night, scared of the storm. But his little girls didn’t have curves like those beneath his hand or pressed against his crotch. What would’ve been an innocent position for a father holding his little girl became something else entirely with a young woman fitting inside his embrace perfectly.
Breathing in her smell, her long hair tickling his face, Thomas tried to figure out what had happened. “Samantha, is that you?” He asked, realizing she would be the only possible explanation.
The figure he was holding stiffened, as if naming her had broken some spell. “Yes, it’s me.” Samantha said. She took his hand then, pulling it from her breast to break free from his embrace.
“What are you doing here?” Thomas asked. His voice was gruff and he felt cold after she had so suddenly pushed him away.
Samantha rolled over and looked up at him in the semi-darkness. She was biting her lower lip. “I was afraid.” She said.
Thomas felt upset, though he wasn’t sure exactly why. Because she had broken their embrace? Because she had tricked him, even if it was unintentional? Because he had enjoyed holding a woman again and was now reminded of how alone he actually was? Or just because she had left his children alone in a tent outside in the middle of a storm? “Where are the girls?” He asked her.
“Still outside in the tent, I think.” Samantha answered.
Thomas shook his head, angry suddenly because of his confusion. “You left them outside alone?” He asked loudly. “The only reason I permitted this was because I thought you would be with them the whole time. But instead I find you here now, sneaking into my bed.”
Samantha was blushing. “I thought you knew.” She protested.
Fully awake now, Thomas pushed himself up in the bed, throwing the blankets aside as he did. He saw then that the girl was only wearing a thin nightgown, barely covering her rounded curves. Not really a girl, he thought, not much younger than himself actually. As he saw her lying there, he longed to hold her again, to touch her again. “I thought it was one of the girls.” He said. He was only wearing boxers himself and he noticed Samantha was distracted by the bulge that was still inside of them. He took her chin in a firm grip and forced her to look him in the eyes. “If you’re going to act like a responsible little girl Samantha, I should treat you like one as well.” The young woman’s eyes stood large and unblinking in her face as she looked up at him. Scared of the lightning like a little girl. Thomas knew exactly what to do to remind her she was a grown woman. She knew it too, because she didn’t even struggle when he pulled her across his lap. He smacked her bottom with the palm of his hand. Samantha responded with a low moan as her nightgown flipped up, revealing the pale skin of her lower buttocks before falling down again. Each smack that followed lifted it a little more, until Thomas just pushed it aside to reveal her now glowing pink bottom. She wore no panties beneath the gown and remembering his hand on her breast, Thomas realized she didn’t wear anything but that thin soft negligee.
Samantha didn’t protest as he spanked her bottom, only soft squeals, low moan and the occasional struggle or kicking of her legs. Thomas didn’t really know why he was spanking her. Not really because of what she had done, he turned her bottom far redder than she deserved for that. It just felt good spanking her, holding her close to him, controlling her and hearing her squeals. He had needed this. From the lack of protest on Samantha’s side, he could only hope she felt somehow similar.

When Thomas finally stopped, Samantha lay panting across his lap. Her bottom was on fire, bright red and naked to his eyes and gently stroking fingers. She could not believe he had spanked her. She could not believe she had let him. When he let her sit up again, she forced back the tears in the corners of her eyes, wincing as she sat down on her sore red bottom. “Now tell me.” Thomas asked her. “What really made you come to my room in the middle of the night?”
And thus Samantha told him, blushing and unable to look into the eyes of the man who had just spanked her. She told him of when she was a little girl, playing at the playground a few blocks from her home. How it had started to rain and how she’d gotten lost, even though she’d run the route between the playground and her home a hundred times before. How she had ran around for hours in the storm until her parents found her. And how she’d been afraid of storms ever since.
When she looked up at Thomas again, his mouth was open and his eyes were full of guilt. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spanked you.”
It was strange, but Samantha didn’t feel upset that he had. She hadn’t wanted his apologies; she had just wanted to explain. When she got up to hug him, Thomas took her by the arms instead and let her sit on his lap like a little girl. “It’s okay.” She said. “I still deserved a good spanking for letting the girls outside on their own.” She felt Thomas’ erection – now half gone since her gripping story – spasm against her bottom at her admission. It made her blush.
“Maybe.” Thomas agreed. “Though I still feel bad about it.”
Samantha looked around and up at the man holding her. “Don’t be.” She said. “I’m sure I’ve given you plenty of reasons to spank me since I started working for you. It was about time you took matters in hand.”
The look in Thomas’ eyes changed suddenly when he realized what she was telling him, admitting to him that she too had enjoyed the spanking, that she perhaps wanted more of the same. Samantha now, no longer looked sorrowful; her eyes were full of lust as she looked up at him. She too remembered his hand on her breast, his breath in her neck, his erection, well she could still feel that against her bottom right now. She reached down for it, slipping her hand into his boxers and grasping him firmly.
“Wait.” Thomas took her hand and pulled it out.
Samantha pouted disappointingly. “But, I thought…”
“Trust me.” Thomas said. “I want the same. But we both have responsibilities.” He sighed. “You should go down and get the girls from the tent and arrange their breakfast.” He smiled then. “When you’re done with your tasks, and I with mine, we should meet up here again.”
Samantha gave Thomas a teasing kiss on the lips and then got up from his lap. Walking to his door, her nightgown was barely long enough to cover the red marks hidden beneath.

When Thomas left the bathroom after his morning shower, he found his girls in the living room watching TV. It was a bit early for cartoons, he thought, but he knew why Samantha had put them there of course. Not finding the governess anywhere herself, he hurried his way upstairs to his bedroom. When he entered he found her lying face down on his bed, completely naked. Grinning, Thomas dropped the towel he had draped around himself to reveal his own nakedness; his erections standing out proudly. He gazed at her for a moment, enjoying the view of a young woman in his bed, his eyes resting on her bottom, faded to a light pink since her spanking earlier. “Well, this is the second time today I find a young lady in my bed.” He said with a grin. “And this time she is wearing even less.”
Samantha looked up at him longingly. “Maybe she hasn’t learned her lesson yet.” She said, “and you should give her a second spanking.”
Thomas laughed and crawled onto the bed beside her, kneeling as he placed one hand on her luscious bottom. “Really?” He asked. “Has she been naughty again then?”
“Oh yes.” Samantha said, moaning deeply when he smacked her bottom. “Very naughty.”
“What did she do?” Thomas asked. Smacking her bottom another time.
Samantha purred like a cat, letting him rub her bottom as she thought about her answer. “Yesterday, while you were at work.” She said. “She let the girls watch TV all night without doing her homework.”
Smack! On her bottom. “Naughty girl.” Thomas said.
“And while the girls were watching TV.” Samantha continued. “She left them alone while she played games on your computer.”
Smack! Smack! “Naughty, naughty girl. You really do deserve another spanking.”
“Yes, please.” Samantha moaned. “She didn’t even make the girls any dinner. She gave them ice-cream instead.”
“Ice-cream?” Thomas asked wickedly. “That’s it!” He grabbed Samantha by the hips and pulled her over his lap in the middle of the bed. His hand smacking her bottom as soon as she laid comfortable against his erection.
She fit perfectly across his lap, her bottom high up in the air for him to smack, her voice sultry and excited as she moaned and squealed, and her breasts readily available to play with when he paused to let her rest. The skin of her bottom was soft and warm, it coloured delightfully red as he spanked her. When his arm grew tired she started to plead with him, promising she’d be a good girl and when the pain became too great she even begged for him to stop.

For the second time today her bottom felt on fire. And this time she had asked for it herself. Surprised by herself, softly cursing the very idea of asking for a spanking, Samantha still enjoyed the rough touch of Thomas’ hand, massaging and squeezing her sore bottom. Regularly his fingers dipped down between her legs, touching her lips, which were wet with excitement. She had given him full access to herself, her legs spread open after kicking and struggling across his lap. “So, you think you’ve had enough, do you?” Thomas asked her.
Samantha blushed. Her exact words hat been: “Please, I don’t think I can take any more.” She had never thought she’d be begging him to stop like she had.
“Do you want to know what I think?” Thomas asked. “I think,’ he said without waiting for her answer. “That you’ve been lying.” He smacked her butt suddenly.
Samantha yelped in surprise and looked past her shoulder. “No.” She said.
Thomas was rubbing her bottom again, strongly, but not looking like he would hit her again. “Yes.” He said. “I don’t think you let the girls watch TV all night. Nor do I think you played games on my computer. And you definitely did not give them ice-cream for dinner, did you?”
Samantha blushed and secretly sighed of relief. She thought he’d meant something serious. “Of course not.” She said.
“You only said those things because you wanted another spanking, didn’t you? You naughty girl.” Thomas continued.
Samantha moaned softly. Instead of answering his question, she pushed up her red bottom and purring softly, begging him to touch her some more.
“What you didn’t know of course.” Thomas said. “Is that you can always tell me when you need a spanking. But I am always the one that decides when you’ve had enough. And since you’ve lied to me, I think you need a little more.”
Samantha groaned as Thomas pushed her off his lap. Just a moment ago she had begged him to stop, feeling she couldn’t take any more. But after this short respite he was already going to spank her again, and somehow she felt ready for more herself.

Thomas took Samantha by the hips and rolled her over, grinning delightedly when she yelped as her sore bottom touched the sheets. As she lay on her back, he could look her in the eyes as her raised her legs up high. She looked at him longingly and then closed her eyes as he raised his hands. He smacked her hard, again and again, watching her mouth as her lips formed the different oohs and ahs of each little squeal.
He watched her breasts as they rocked back and forth after every smack. Samantha’s eyes opening momentarily when he paused to feel them in his hand. Her eyes begged him to stop, inviting him to fuck her. When his hand slid down her bottom, up to her legs, he found her pussy wet with anticipation. She moaned when he pushed a finger inside and slightly opened her legs. Thomas grinned and pulled back to smack her bottom again. He enjoyed the surprise in her eyes and her wide-open mouth as she yelped at the sudden pain. “Don’t close your eyes” He said. “Watch what I’m doing, so you can see what happens to naughty little girls.”
Samantha blushed, but kept her eyes open and focused on him as he spanked her bottom once more. Once more she started pleading and begging. Promising him to be a good girl and never lying again. Her bottom was bright red when Thomas suddenly sat up and knelt behind her. He rested her legs against his shoulder and looked down on her with a smile. “Is this what you wanted, naughty girl?” He asked her.
Panting, Samantha looked up at him. He could see her thinking, knowing that if she gave the right answer, the spanking would be finally over. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
Thomas groaned as he repositioned herself and spread her legs, now resting each on one of his shoulders. He pushed forward slowly, sliding his erection inside her. Samantha moaned deeply. “Good girl.” He said. “I hope you learned a valuable lesson today.”
“I did, Sir.” She replied as Thomas lowly started to fuck her. “Thank you.”
Thomas grunted and picked up the pace, fucking her hard and fast. Samantha yelped as he smashed his hips against her sore red bottom, her breasts bouncing again like they had before. “Don’t!” Thomas said when she grabbed them. Obediently Samantha let them bounce free once more, letting her arms fall to the side.
Samantha came even before he did, spasming and moaning as he fucked her. The ecstatic look on her face and contraction of her muscles pushed him over the edge himself so that he came, moaning, deep inside of her.

Samantha wanted to lie in bed beside Thomas for the rest of the day. But she knew they couldn’t. When he got up to get dressed, she looked for her nightgown and fled to the guest room where she stayed most weekends. She dressed in loose clothing, sparing her bottom the touch of rough fabric. Thomas met her on the stairs down to the living room. The girls were still watching cartoons. One of them turned around when she heard them enter. “Daddy.” She asked. “Does this mean Samantha is our new mum?”
Samantha blushed furiously, unable to look up at the man beside her.
“No, honey.” Thomas answered. “Go watch TV with your sister.” His hand slipped down as the girl turned around and squeezed Samantha’s sore bottom. “She has a lot to learn first.” He whispered.

A rainy day

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Emily cursed softly as she fought her way through the seemingly endless downpour. When she had left at home, everything had seemed fine, a few clouds at most. During the train-ride however, the sky had grown dark and gloomy. As she arrived at her destination, the rain was coming down in great sheets of water. The train station was about three kilometres from the office and thus Emily had to withstand this horrible weather as she rode her bicycle to work, water coming from all directions as the passing cars drove through the deep puddles that had formed beside the road.

When she finally arrived, she stood shivering in the hallway of the office building. Her hair hung in wet strands across her face, her jacket had kept her top mostly dry, but her skinny jeans stuck to her like a second skin. When the water streaming from her body was reduced to a few drips and a sizeable pool at the building’s entrance, Emily made her way to the dressing rooms. Just a year ago, the office had – as part of a ‘sustainable business’ project – added showers and lockers for their employees. It was supposed to encourage a healthier lifestyle, allowing them to use their midday break time for physical activities or sports. Emily hadn’t used them much, but was grateful now for a quick shower to get warmed up before work.

As Emily stood beneath the hot water, enjoying the scalding heat, she heard someone else enter the dressing room. “Is that you, Emily? She recognized Catherine, the cleaning lady’s voice.

Yes Cat. Just getting warmed up before I put on some dry clothes.” She replied.

Do you want me to take your jeans and put them in the dryer?” Catherine asked. “I’ll return them when I come back and they’ll be nice and dry.”

Thanks, that would be great.” Emily replied. She didn’t want to put that soaked thing back on anyway. She always had a spare in her locker for an occasion just like this.

Finally warm again, and dry after towelling herself off, Emily quickly dressed. All of her colleagues must already be at work by now; she’d wasted enough time. Her panties were still slightly wet, the rain hadn’t spared them, but her bra and top seemed dry. Her socks she just discarded, choosing to wear her shoes without them. Only when she opened up her locker, did she realize something she’d forgotten.

Just a week ago it had rained just like today. She had worn her spare set of trousers then and hadn’t replaced them since. She had nothing to wear.

Shocked, Emily paced through the dressing room. What a stupid mistake! She had no idea what to do. Desperately she tried the other lockers, hoping she could ‘borrow’ something from her colleagues. They were all locked. When she looked past the door in the hallway to see if anyone could help her, no one was there. Quickly, Emily ran into the empty room, hoping she could find Catherine with her jeans. The cleaning lady was nowhere to be found however and Emily realised she must’ve headed home already. Defeated she stood still, there was nothing else she could do. The office she worked in was an open space, one large room with over a dozen desks, hers stood somewhere in the middle. She couldn’t go there in her undies. Just as she had decided to go back to the dressing room and hide, one of the doors opened. Emily grabbed a chair and half-successfully managed to hide her bare legs behind it’s back as her boss, John, exited his personal office. He noticed her immediately of course. “Emily, is everything all right?” He asked.

Emily blushed, but she knew there was no way out of this now. She explained her situation as best she could without stuttering.

Her boss laughed, not loudly, just a smile, but Emily blushed deeply none-the-less. “Wait here.” He said. “I’ll go ask if anyone can help you with a spare.”

Emily nodded thankfully, her face still beet-red as John passed her to the doors of the shared office. He didn’t have the decency to look the other way. Emily quickly turned the chair to hide herself from anyone looking past those doors, but couldn’t prevent her boss from seeing her in her panties.

When her boss returned however, he shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry Emily. I asked everyone but no one keeps any spare trousers or skirts here. You’ll have to make due without.”

Emily’s mouth dropped open. “What? But I can’t go in there like this!”

Well, it’s that or going home.” Her boss said mercilessly. “You could take the day off. But I don’t see how you’d want to go out like that either. I already tried calling Catherine, but she’s not answering her phone.”

Emily’s heart was racing. “Couldn’t I use your office then?” She asked.

Her boss seemed to think about this for a moment before replying. “No, Emily. I’m sorry, but I need the computer in my office. You’ll have to accept the consequences of your mistake.” When Emily didn’t react, unable to think of anything else to save her, he added: “You’re already fifteen minutes late, it’s time to get to work.”

Blushing deeply, her arms by her side, Emily walked to the office doors, her boss’ gaze following her. When she went through the doors, a few heads turned to see who was entering. When they noticed her state of undress, their eyes popped open. Trying her best to ignore them, Emily walked to her desk seemingly calm, hoping not to attract any more attention. Inside however her thoughts and emotions were racing. When she finally sat down, she started up her computer and set to work. No one in the room had said a word.

The whole morning Emily was constantly aware of her near-nudity. No matter which position she sat in, however she crossed her legs, there was no way she could hide that she was sitting there in her panties for all to see. How many of her colleagues turned her head to watch her? She wondered. Did their boss really come into the shared office more often than usual, or did she just imagine this? The morning was nerve wrecking and she had barely gotten any work done by the time everyone went out for lunch.

When she was all alone – she had decided to eat her lunch at the desk – John came into the office again. “Emily, I wanted to talk to you.”

Hoping he had good news, perhaps he had been able to contact Catherine, she turned to him. “Yes, Sir?” She asked.

I’ve been keeping an eye out today for you to see if you’d be okay.” He said. Emily blushed, so he hád come in more often. “I noticed however that you were fine, it’s your colleagues that are the problem.”

Not understanding what he meant, Emily raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean, Sir?”

They’re distracted. None of them seem to be working as hard as usual. I’ve seen many of them, mostly the men, staring at the show you’ve been putting on.”

Emily blushed. “I haven’t been putting on any kind of show!” She declared angrily.

No?” John asked her. “Then what do you call it? Sitting there constantly swaying in your chair, crossing and uncrossing your legs to draw every eye in the room, your fingers playing and fidgeting with the edge of your panties. It looks like you’re enjoying the attention just a bit too much.”

The blush on Emily’s cheeks turned scarlet. She hadn’t realized she was doing any of those things. “I was just nervous.” She tried to explain.

Whatever the reason.” Her boss answered. “Try to attract less attention the rest of the day. If that’s not too much to ask.”

Of course, Sir.” Emily replied. “I’ll try not to attract any attention.”

John left her then and Emily slowly finished her meal. She couldn’t think of anything else than what her boss had said. It was preposterous to think she’d been trying to get anyone’s attention. The racing of her heart; the warm, uncomfortable feeling in her belly, they were signs of the distress she felt, not any kind of excitement or arousal at being seen near naked by her colleagues. Yet as she ate, she grew less sure. She remembered their eyes on her, remembered even unconsciously fiddling with her panties to make sure they were on straight whenever she knew for sure someone was watching. When the first of her colleagues returned and she caught herself crossing her legs just when his eyes slid past her, she knew for sure. John hadn’t been completely mistaken. She had been secretly enjoying herself. It surprized her. She had never thought of herself as someone into anything like exhibitionism. But she now recognized her increased pulse and the warmth of her flesh as the same arousal she felt during other erotic activities.

The second half of the day Emily found herself exploring her newfound fantasy. The first time she had to ask a colleague a question, she didn’t send him an email like she’d done earlier that day. Instead she stood up and made her way to his desk. She blushed as she saw the many eyes following her way through the room. What am I doing? She asked herself, unable to stand the embarrassment when she thought of her colleagues seeing her like this. She made her way back to her desk quickly.

Despite that horrifying experiment she left her desk twice more that day, unable to stop herself. The next time she got up, her pace wasn’t brisk, but swaying and catching everyone’s eyes. The third time she was standing at a colleague’s desk, she was resting on her elbows while looking at his computer screen, bent at the waist; her bottom was on display for everyone else, her panties stretched against her round, upturned bottom. It was at precisely that moment when the door to their office opened and her boss walked in on them. Emily looked over her shoulder and saw her boss staring at her swaying behind with wide-open eyes. With a blush she stood up straight, mumbled her thanks to her colleague and made her way back to her desk.

She didn’t move from her spot the rest of the day. But still she could not help herself, rubbing her thighs, adjusting her panties or swaying in her chair as she rearranged her bare legs. She knew every eye was on her and she couldn’t help but enjoy the attention even as it made her blush with embarrassment.

At the end of the day, Emily still stayed at her desk, waiting for everyone else to leave first. When the office was empty except for herself, she got up in the hope of finding Catherine who would’ve finally brought back her trousers. Before she could leave however, her boss entered. “Emily. I need to talk to you.”

Blushing Emily sat back down in her chair. She was still uncomfortable about her state of undress, having someone look at you secretly was very different from having an actual conversation with them while they were staring at your panties. “Yes Sir?” She asked.

I thought I made it clear to you during lunch that you shouldn’t attract too much attention. But then I find you parading around the office in your underwear.”

Emily blushed; she hád been parading around. “I just had to ask a question.” She lied.

And make sure everyone else got a good look of that cute bottom of yours while you did.” John replied. “Don’t pretend otherwise, I heard that wasn’t the first time you got off your chair.” Emily bit her lip; of course they would’ve been talking about her while she was waiting for them all to leave. “Besides, from what I’ve heard and seen, you were putting on an even bigger show then before when you were sitting in your seat.”

Emily looked down, momentarily distracted by her own bare legs. By discovering this new part of herself, she had completely forgotten why her boss had made those remarks in the first place. She didn’t know what to say.

Well?” Her boss prompted. “What made you decide to not only ignore my instructions, but do the exact opposite of them?”

Emily caught herself playing with the edge of her panties as she was straining for an answer. With a start she let go and pressed her hands together. “I don’t know sir.”

John took several steps until he stood in front of her. “Stand up.” He commanded. Her heart racing, Emily got up so she stood face-to-face with her boss. He looked her in the eye, no longer distracted by her panties it seemed. “Turn around.” He said. “Put your elbows on the desk. Pretend you’re asking someone a question.”

Obediently Emily bent over, resting on the desk and presenting her bottom to her boss. Inside she was screaming: What’s going on? What is he going to do? Is he staring at me now? Suddenly, he smacked her hard on her bottom and Emily fell forward against the desk. Blushing furiously she straightened and turned around. “What are you doing?” She demanded.

John looked her in the eye, furiously calm he told her: “I’m teaching you a lesson about disobedience. A spanking seems just the thing to do so.”

Emily blushed. Her bottom was tingling; stinging where he had spanked her, her panties hadn’t been any protection. “You can’t do that.” She said, her voice unsure. “It’s sexual harassment.”

Her boss grinned. “Oh, and what do you call parading around half-naked? Distracting your co-workers? That’s more than harassment, that’s indecent exposure as well. So unless you want to find out exactly how much trouble you’re in, you turn back around and bend over your desk.”

Furiously Emily looked up at her boss. He couldn’t let him do this. It was ridiculous. But standing there defying him while she wasn’t even wearing trousers was ridiculous too. Worse, she felt that increase in her pulse again, that heavy breathing; her skin glowed where his open hand had smacked her bottom. It was the same feeling she’d had when she’d felt her colleagues watching her. It seemed impossible this would happen to her twice in a single day. Of course, a spanking wasn’t something she had never thought about, she wasn’t a complete virgin when it came to sexual fantasies. But actually experiencing all this in a single day felt like too much. Too much was happening at once. Not that she had a choice of course. John was staring down at her. “Well are you turning around or do I need to give you a helping hand?” Emily did turn, placing her elbows on the desk, raising her bottom high for her boss to spank.

The smacks on her bottom came hard and fast. No matter how aroused she felt, John wasn’t going to go light on her. Emily moaned and squealed, swinging her bottom to the side after the hardest hits or kicking up her legs. But despite her protests, she felt horny and excited, enjoying this as much as she’d discovered she enjoyed being watched. When John pulled down her panties, she did not protest, but proudly showed off her pussy as it was wet with excitement.

Her boss spanked her even harder then, her bottom felt on fire as he mercilessly turned it a bright red. When he stopped, she could barely stand, she was shaking on her legs.

Stand up straight, Emily.” Her boss told her. “We’re not done yet.”

Emily did an effort to push her bottom up. “I can’t Sir.” She pleaded. “It hurts so much.”

Her boss’ hand rested on her bottom, stroking her softly. Emma didn’t know whether her moans were from pleasure or embarrassment at the intimate touch. “Very well.” He said. “Turn around, get on the desk.”

Not knowing what else to do but obey, Emily turned around sat down on her desk. She squealed in surprise as she sat down on her sore bottom. John didn’t say anything as he took her panties, which were dangling around her knees. He pulled them off past her feet and then said. “On your back, legs up in the air.”

Relieved to take the weight off her bottom, Emily leaned back. John grabbed her legs and pushed them up, then lifted her slightly until her bottom rested on the edge of the desk. Completely exposed like this, Emily’s boss slid his finger across her pussy, down to her bottom – Emily moaned loudly – then grabbed her sore bottom. “Naughty girl.” He said. “I knew you liked the attention.” He smacked her bottom again, reigniting the sting that had started to fade. He started over again. One hand smacking her bottom while the other held her legs up in air, effectively pinning her down on the desk.

Emily moaned and begged, the pain growing rapidly as the spanking continued, past what she had imagined she could take. She begged him to stop, promised him things she would never have thought of. But John was relentless.

When he finally stopped, they were both breathless. Emily’s bottom was one mass of swollen stinging flesh, bright red and sensitive. She had closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was throbbing, she expected to be touched again any moment, her boss’ exploring fingers, or even something more, something penetrating her deeply. She longed for it, surprised at her own horniness and dripping wet arousal. When she opened her eyes, John was standing a small distance from the desk. He was looking at her, but hadn’t touched her again. “You should put your panties back on.” He said. “I told Catherine to come back a bit later today, but she should be here any moment.”

Emily picked up her panties from the floor. Why did she feel so disappointed? Had she really wished that her boss had taken advantage of her even more after what he had just done? She didn’t feel anything for him, she knew. But yes, physically, sexually, she yearned for him now. She wished she were still up on her desk, experiencing his touch. Even if that meant more spanking.

When she pulled the panties back on, she winced audibly and John smiled at her. “At least I know that made an impression on you.” He said. “I’m sure you’ll think twice next time before disobeying me.”

Emily rubbed her bottom softly, but couldn’t get rid of the sting. “Yes, Sir.” She said.

And if you don’t.” Her boss continued. “I’ll just have to spank you again.”

It wasn’t a question really, but Emily answered anyway. “Yes, Sir.” She replied again. John smiled at her admission that she would submit to his discipline in the future. “And next time.” Emily added. “Maybe you could take advantage of my subordination in more ways then one.” She blushed at her own temerity.

Emily’s boss’ grin widened. But before he could offer that they still had some time to do so now, Catherine entered the office. In her hands she held Emily’s skinny jeans, her eyes however were fixed on Emily. She took in the scene: Emily standing near half naked in front of her boss. She then realised the position Emily had been in the entire day and blushed furiously. Thus reminded of it herself Emily couldn’t help but blush herself and she quickly accepted her jeans. The whole day suddenly seemed surrealistic, a dream, something that couldn’t have really happened. But when she pulled on the jeans, her sore bottom painfully reminded her that it had. The jeans, while dry, fit her snuggly; she had to pull them past her swollen bottom, whimpering softly as she did. The fabric pressed against her tightly, the sting no longer faded and Emily knew she’d feel it the whole way home until she could take them off again. That first short way by bike would be torture. Catherine was looking at her. Had she seen her struggling? Had she noticed how red her bottom was? Of course she had. So much for keeping that a secret, how long until today’s events would be the topic of gossip in the entire building? And why oh why, did that turn her on as well?


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