Eileen sat at her desk the morning after the night before with Charles, her body ached deliciously from her head where he had tugged her hair to the soles of her feet where he had spanked her with the riding crop because she had orgasmed without his permission. A slow smile spread across her lips as she remembered how good that stolen orgasm had been, the dull pain in her feet now was worth it. She would do the same thing over again given the opportunity.
She marvelled at the man’s ability to recover so quickly. Charles had explained much, much later, that he had not had a woman who was so damned sexual, sensual and downright naughty in a very long time. He had squashed his darker feelings down to the bottom of his psyche and lived a stifling vanilla life for many years. Eileen had unleashed his primal urge to dominate and she had driven him wild with desire, bringing with it a hunger to spank her, crop her, cane her and sexually dominate her like a man possessed! She revelled in this sudden darker personality of his and did everything she could to inspire him to dig deeper and go further.
By the end of the evening, she had unleashed a beast in him and she was ecstatic about it. Before she had departed for home he had extracted a firm agreement from her that they would continue their tryst as often as possible and they should come up with an arrangement that would be better suited to them than his office, to that end he had suggested his private suite in the Four Seasons Hotel just a mile from their offices. Eileen had readily agreed, although she had cried off for tonight, citing a long standing event that she could not miss. He had been a little disappointed but after she had raised her skirt one last time and positioned herself over his knees for a final spanking, he agreed that one night was not too long to wait. That spanking had lasted 15 minutes and her bottom was still tender from the absolute pounding he had given it. No creamy skin was left untouched. Her thighs and sit spot were so tender that she found herself constantly shifting position this morning. She had a meeting with Charles in an hour and her pussy contracted sharply at the thought of seeing him again. Of course he would be completely professional as would she, but underneath all that there would be that intimate knowledge of each other and the things they had done together last night sitting silently in the room with them.
Eileen shifted in her seat, the plentiful reminders setting up a low throb across her bottom as she changed position. She sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip, her pussy was aching from the continual pounding he had given her for three hours! My god he had some stamina, it had been she who had called time in the end. She had been exhausted! She felt a little bit uncomfortable about lying to him about a previous engagement tonight but it had been a long time since she’d taken a lover and Charles was ferocious in his appetite. She would take this evening to recover. Eileen fought to control the sudden urge to touch herself and remonstrated with herself about being professional. She dragged her mind back to her pressing work load. She switched on her PC and waited as the screen loaded up.
Blinking in the bottom right corner was a notification that a document had been added to her LASS folder on her desktop. She smiled widely.
Laura Aston’s newest Spanking Story was ready and waiting for her, and Eileen quickly read the latest edition to the file. To say she was surprised would have been putting it mildly, but the contents of that story had caught her imagination and sent it flying in so many directions, she was excited to play it out as soon as possible. She would not be having a night off after all!
Ms Aston appeared in her doorway, ‘Good morning Ms Barton.’ she said as she entered and sat down with her note book and pencil.
Eileen dragged her focus back to the tasks of the day, ‘Good morning Ms Aston, I have a number of meetings scheduled today, take down the full itinerary and ring everyone to confirm I don’t have any double bookings or confusion over starting and finishing times. I need to keep a tight schedule… I am going out this evening so I shall be leaving the office a little earlier at around 4.45pm so please let my final appointment know I need to be finished no later than 4.30pm please. We also need to ensure that you finish promptly at 5pm in order to carry out your discipline session. Mr Crossley will oversee your disciplining from now on and you shouldn’t keep him waiting. I will no longer be in attendance.’
Laura’s eyes shot up and she stared at Eileen stunned.
‘Just Mr Crossley and myself Ms Barton?’ She said on barely a whisper.
Yes Ms Aston, is there a problem? Eileen raised an eyebrow at the question.
‘Oh… No… Ms Barton, it’s just… he spanks very hard… and he changes the story…’ Laura stammered incoherently.
Eileen laughed at Laura’s discomfort, ‘Oh dear, Ms Aston, you had better get used to it, he is adamant that I don’t spank you firmly enough nor for long enough, which is why he is taking over your discipline. He also believes that the introduction of the cane and the crop will be a valuable addition to your retraining rather than the girl on girl sexy endings you seem to enjoy writing so much.’
‘Yes Ms Barton, of course.’ Laura mumbled feeling her blush rise up from her breast to the top of her forehead! Inside she was crawling with embarrassment and berating herself heavily for having sent the latest episode to Ms Barton’s computer. The girl on girl action in that episode would definitely raise eyebrows, not to mention everything else that had been put in there! Oh god! What if she’s read it already? Maybe that’s what she’s referring to. Had she gone too far?
Eileen pushed away from her desk then, she desperately needed to get off her sore bottom! ‘That will be all for now Ms Aston, please make sure I have my itinerary and all of the relevant files associated with it before my first meeting with Mr Crossley at 9.30am.’
Laura nodded and made a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the outer office. Her flaming cheeks were burning so much she could feel the heat coming off them. Damn, damn, damn, what if she had misread Eileen’s interest in her sexually? That last story could blow this whole thing out of the water with nowhere left for her to go if it did! Except of course, the job centre!
‘Pull yourself together Laura,’ she berated herself sternly, ‘she hasn’t said she didn’t like it, just Mr Crossley wants a different non-sexy ending to the stories for your discipline!’ Laura took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She got busy with her list and set about confirming meeting times and arranging the itinerary so that everything got covered. She sent it to Eileen at 9.20am and sat back for a moment to gather her wits.
She remembered then that Eileen had said she was going out this evening and Laura realised she felt a little disappointed. She had hoped that when she had read the new spanking story she would want to come over and play it out. Ah well, perhaps she would like it enough to come later in the week.
Slightly dejected and heavily overworked, Laura kept her head down and out of trouble for the entire day. At 4.35pm Eileen appeared back in the office from her final meeting.
‘That’s me done for the day, I’m heading home for a hot relaxing bath and some quality alone time before I head out again for what promises to be an interesting evening! Do make sure you are in Mr Crossley’s office by 5.05pm or your bottom will receive extra spanks for tardiness. You may remain in your suit this evening, Mr Crossley will instruct you himself on your mode of dress. Do not let me down Laura!’ Eileen stood very close to her as she delivered her instructions and Laura blushed as she turned to acknowledge her.
Eileen smiled at her assistant and turning on her heel, she sashayed across the room to her own office. Laura began her last task of the day, her tummy doing somersaults at what was to come, she was suddenly not so sure any of this had been a good idea after all! A few minutes later Eileen called goodnight as she left and Laura was alone.
She checked her watch, 4.45pm. Taking a deep steadying breath she cleared her desk and tidied her office space before powering everything down and switching off the lights. Her tummy was churning now and she felt slightly sick as she headed for the lifts and Mr Crossley’s office at exactly 5pm.
Just a few minutes later she was knocking on the door to his inner sanctum at exactly 5.05pm. Well at least he couldn’t spank her for tardiness, she thought as his booming voice called her in.
She pushed the heavy door and stepped into the room. The door closed quietly behind her with a click and Laura began to tremble as her eyes settled on the new piece of furniture taking centre stage in the middle of the room. A spanking bench, complete with ankle and wrist restraints! Oh GOD! This was not what Laura had expected at all. Her horror must have shown on her face because Mr Crossley snorted once before speaking softly to her.
‘We did agree did we not Ms Aston, that you would accept all forms of punishment decided by me as and when I thought it was necessary to introduce a new method?’
Laura’s eyes flew to his, her face pale, her lips trembling slightly. She couldn’t speak. She could only nod her agreement mutely.
‘Speak girl, I will not allow non verbal communication when it is important for us to be sure that there is acceptance and consent for what is to take place!’ Mr Crossley had walked around to the front of his desk now and he glared at her waiting for her to comply.
‘Y..yes.. Mr Crossley, I have agreed to all forms and methods of punishment for my discipline sessions with you and Ms Barton.’ Laura stammered out hurriedly.
Mr Crossley smiled as he heard Eileen’s name, ‘ah yes, Ms Barton. She will no longer be present for these sessions Ms Aston, I have assumed the role of your disciplinarian in full. Ms Barton was too lenient with you, it is counterproductive to the goal if you believe that your spankings are to be playful in nature! I prefer a much sterner approach as you will soon learn. You may write your stories to incorporate our new arrangement and leave out all the naughty business at the end. I am not interested in the sexual aspect with you, you are an employee after all Ms Aston and a very naughty one at that! Now, be so kind as to remove everything except your underwear and then come over here and we shall get started.’
Laura felt like crying, this was going to be dreadful! She had seen videos of women strapped to spanking benches but they had all ended in the women being given a good hard fucking as well as hard spanking. That sort of levelled the playing field a little in her mind, some pleasure at the end for all the pain endured. This was blatantly not what Mr Crossley had in mind. Her thoughts turned to mush and her tummy churned with anxiety as she removed her suit and blouse and folded them neatly before placing them on a chair beside her handbag. Finally she was ready, dressed only in her white lace lingerie she stepped up to the spanking bench and waited.
Mr Crossley made short work of positioning her on the bench, her legs spread to accommodate the distance between the kneeling pads and fastened securely, her torso resting on the centre pad her arms dropping down and attached to the arm rests also securely fastened. She was going nowhere! She felt so completely exposed she was crimson with embarrassment.
Mr Crossley stood back and gave his handiwork a final once over, testing the straps to see if they were tight enough but not too tight. ‘I hope that it won’t be necessary to keep strapping you down for your spankings Ms Aston, but for the time being we shall make full use of their availability. You did jump around a lot yesterday evening during the cropping and caning. I found It slowed down the proceedings far too much for my liking and is quite tedious to endure. This will be a good way to train you to remain still while taking your punishment.’
Laura mumbled a pitiful ‘Yes Mr Crossley’ and placed her head on the head rest and closed her eyes tight.
‘For the purposes of your discipline sessions, you shall refer to me as Sir at all times Ms Aston.’ He dictated as he walked slowly around the bench and viewed it from all directions. ‘Y… yes Sir’ She responded quickly. Satisfied, he removed his jacket and placed it over the back of his chair, he came back to stand in front of her once more as he rolled up his white shirt sleeves and prepared himself for what was to come.
‘We shall start with a sound spanking Ms Aston, we shall not be following a pre-scripted idea of yours this evening, but rather a well thought out plan of my own instead.’ He said as he walked around to the back of the bench and the very attractive sight of Laura’s bottom on full display. Her panties were allowing her the modicum of dignity right now and he stepped forward and slid his fingers into their waistband and pulled them slowly over her raised bottom and down as far as they would go along her thighs. ‘There, that’s much better, now I can see everything!’ He murmured and Laura sobbed a little at the further exposure and the complete loss of her dignity. Her panties were stretched so tight the material was cutting into the soft flesh of her thighs and she mewled slightly at the discomfort they were causing.
He barked a short laugh at her discomfort, ‘Oh dear! You will cease to notice that particular discomfort once we begin.’ and with that he moved to the side of her, placed a hand in the small of her back and raised his other hand over her bottom. ‘Shall we begin Ms Aston?’ he asked politely, ‘Yes Sir’ she responded in barely more than a whisper but it was enough for him to hear her. The first spank landed and she cried out in shock at the weight of his hand against her soft globe. She wriggled a little as the instant sting turned into heat and then the second spank landed on her other cheek and it wobbled under the pressure, he grinned widely and she yelped and wriggled again. He wasted no time in stroking or smoothing her skin, he got straight on with the business of spanking her, one heavy spank after another rained down on her bottom and across the backs of her thighs, she was howling and crying freely now as he continued to spank and spank and spank her poor bottom until she thought he might never stop.
It was awful, she couldn’t move out of the way, she couldn’t reach behind her to prevent another spank landing, she couldn’t run off, wriggle or avoid it. She hated this damned bench! It was horrible! She tried pleading with him, ‘Please Sir, I am so sorry for all of my misconduct, I promise I have learnt my lesson. I will never do it again, any of it. Please Sir, please stop. It hurts so much!’
Mr Crossley tutted and her heart fell at the sound. ‘No more whining Ms Aston, we are barely begun here for goodness sake! As he spoke he crossed behind her to the other side and then immediately resumed his spanking of her bottom with his other hand. How she HOWLED at this new onslaught! Oh my goodness, it was never going to end! Great tears spilled from her on ragged sobs as he continued to spank unabated for a further 10 minutes making it 20 minutes in all.
Finally he stepped away from her and sat down at his desk in front of her. ‘Look at me please Ms Aston.’ He ordered her. Laura lifted her tear stained face off the head rest and looked at him. ‘Tell me Ms Aston, do you feel you have been properly spanked now?’ He asked. Laura couldn’t read his expression at all, his face was still and devoid of any tell tale signs that this might be over.
‘Yes Sir, I do.’ She responded in a very subdued tone.
‘Would you consider the punishment sufficient for your misdemeanors Ms Aston?’ He asked quietly.
Laura sensed a trap, her face showed her wariness, ‘Come now, Ms Aston, do you consider the punishment sufficient or not?’ he scolded her into hurrying her answer.
‘Yyes…No…yess I don’t know Sir!’ she cried.
Mr Crossley sat and mused for a few moments, ‘I’ll tell you what I think young lady, I think you need to be more decisive, so on this occasion I shall make the decision for you. You shall receive a five minute session with the crop and 10 strokes of the cane and then we shall say you have received sufficient punishment for this evening. Do you agree Ms Aston?’ he was smiling at her now.
Laura had nowhere to go with this, if she disagreed he could add more of each on to her punishment and if she agreed well it was going to just hurt like blazes and that just wasn’t fair! Her lips turned into a sullen pout but she nodded her head and agreed. ‘Yes Sir, I agree.’
‘Hmm, I don’t think I like your sullen attitude young lady, but as time is ticking on, I shall add that particular issue to tomorrow’s scheduled discipline session. Make a note to remind me my dear.’ With that he was up on his feet and striding across to the corner of the room where he now kept the cane and the crop. Within seconds she felt the first heavy thwack of the crop as it caught her inner thigh and the edge of her pussy lips. She squealed and wriggled about as much as she could but it was all for nothing, she couldn’t move more than an inch and the only thing moving was her bottom, which he seemed to enjoy immensely! ‘Do keep that up, there’s a good girl, I do like to see if I can hit a moving target. Now on my command wriggle that delightful bottom as much as you want!’ He laughed.
Laura glared over her shoulder at him as he laughed loudly and shouted ‘MOVE!’ Laura wriggled and jumped as much as she could as he swatted her everywhere around her bottom, thighs, pussy, inner thighs, her sit spot was so very sore now she squealed and squealed as he caught her over and over again in the same spots. Eventually her 5 minutes were up and her bottom felt like it was on fire! The heat from the heavy handed spanking had bloomed and was throbbing deeply, her pussy felt swollen and sore but conversely she knew her juices were dripping she was so turned on by this and her poor, poor thighs, they felt like they had twin bands of steel around them!
Without warning she heard the swish of the cane behind her and she screamed loudly. Mr Crossley laughed at her, ‘I haven’t touched you with it yet young lady, do please keep your hysterics for the actual caning!’
Laura was mortified, her face as crimson as every other part of her and she slumped down on the head rest and sobbed quietly. It was then that the searing pain shot through both of her buttocks at the same time as the first of 10 strokes landed and she swore profusely.
Mr Crossley tutted, ‘Add an extra stroke for the foul mouth Ms Aston, so begin counting to 10 now!’ He landed the second stroke across her sit spot and she squealed and shouted 1. After each stroke she screamed the number and jiggled her behind about as much as possible. Her tears soaked her as they flowed down her chin, down her neck and onto her breasts. Finally the last stroke landed and Laura shouted ’10 SIR!!’ at the top of her voice.
She felt the cane rest across her waist and then he was stood in front of her.
‘ Look at me please Ms Aston,’ he said and Laura once again lifted her tear stained face to look at her boss.
He smiled benignly at her, ‘I believe we shall forgo corner time in favour of leaving you on the Spanking bench while you think about the reasons you are in this predicament. I shall return to release you in 10 minutes and then you may get dressed and go home.’ With that he turned on his heel and left the office and an open mouthed Laura behind.
Laura dropped her head back down and began crying quietly, she hated this aspect of being spanked so much! She wished she had come to the dominant wife conclusion before she had signed that stupid agreement with Mr Crossley and Ms Barton yesterday! But then her reality sank in, she wouldn’t be in this situation at all if she had just kept her spanking video obsession firmly at home instead of in work. She only had herself to blame. She had as much to learn and grow from as Ian did, and Laura hung her head in shame.
10 Minutes later Mr Crossley was as good as his word and reappeared to release her from her confines. He did not assist her down from the spanking bench, instead choosing to stand behind and watch her try to pull her panties up before she dismounted from the horrid thing. Her humiliation was complete. She clumsily stood and tottered unsteadily to her clothes and quickly pulled them on, not turning around until she was fully clothed and had regained some small amount of composure. She opened the office door, briefly glancing over her shoulder at him, she mumbled, ‘Good night Sir and thank you for my lesson.’ She walked out of the office and allowed the door to close quietly behind her.
As the door clicked shut Laura fled the office and took the stairway down to the ground floor as fast as she could. Everywhere hurt terribly and she gasped and groaned and bit her lip as she descended each flight of stairs. Finally she was out of the building and rushing to the station for the next train and home! All she wanted was to curl up and cry herself to sleep but she still had bloody Ian to sort out when she got home! Gosh what a terribly disappointing day this had turned out to be…
to be continued…