"Yes." Stacy quietly answered, her eyes looking at the
floor.
I was astounded, but far too intrigued to decline. For the
sake of caution, I told Stacy that if I agreed to "make her feel better", it
could have nothing to do with work & would have to take place in a private
place. Stacy sheepishly agreed & asked if we could go to my place after work. I
said that would be fine.
As a courtesy, I took Stacy to supper at this nice little
restaurant not far from work. It was from my perspective, the least I could do,
& besides, she probably wouldn’t feel much like sitting down for lunch
afterwards. I asked her if she wanted to have a drink, & she ordered a glass of
wine.
Oddly enough, she didn’t seem as nervous as when we were
discussing the incident in my office earlier. Our conversation was about any
number of non-relevant topics, mostly just small talk to pass the time & try to
ease the tension. After we finished eating, we headed for my apartment.
Upon arrival, Stacy excused herself for a few minutes
while I set up my video camera. Again for the sake of caution, I'd insisted on
taping her request for a spanking as well as the act itself so no false
allegations could be made later. I didn't know or trust Stacy that well at that
point.
When Stacy came back into the room, she again appeared
very nervous & stared at the floor. I turned the camera on & thought to myself
that I’d be nervous too, even if I had asked to be spanked by my boss.
"Will you spank me for being so bad & ruining your
presentation?" She asked standing before me, her eyes downcast.
I asked her if she was willing to submit to this spanking
(I still didn’t believe all this was happening) & she looked me straight in the
eyes & answered, "Yes", softly.
I sat down on the couch in her living room & motioned for
her to come to me. I gently grasped her wrist & guided her face down over my
lap.
I asked her how old she was & she answered "27". I told
her she would receive 27 spanks on the seat of her jeans, then her jeans would
come down & she would receive 27 spanks on the seat of her panties & finally,
her panties would be removed & she would receive her final 27 spanks on her bare
bottom. She didn’t protest.
I started out, first warming her up with what I considered
medium smacks on her fairly well protected bottom. She wiggled a bit, but didn’t
try to escape. Alternating swats from one cheek to the other, we finished the
first part of her spanking & I told her to get up off my lap.
Stacy stood before me. I reached up, unbuckled her belt,
unfastened the button at the top & lowered the zipper on her jeans. I then
slowly slid her jeans down, over her hips & down her legs until they reached a
spot just below her knees. Stacy kept her eyes closed, breathing little sighs of
embarrassment as her jeans came to their final resting place.
Once again, I guided her over my knees, enjoying the
lovely sight before me. Here was a lovely young lady, her jeans lowered, with a
pale pink color, peeking out from the lower portion of her high cut white
panties. I let my hand glide over the two globes of her bottom for a moment.
"Are you ready to resume your punishment?" I asked,
remembering why I was there.
Stacy just shook her head yes. I took aim at her cheeks,
using slightly more force than before, really still medium smacks but with a lot
less protection on the target this time.
She yelped & her bottom jiggled as the slaps landed one
after the other. By the tenth smack on her panty covered bottom, she was kicking
her legs a bit & starting to act just like a naughty spanked little girl. After
the twenty-seventh smack on her warmed panties, she had tears in her eyes & was
softly sobbing.
I helped her up off my lap, reminding her there was still
one part left to her punishment & that she should stand in front of me one more
time. She stood there, crying softly. I asked her if she still wanted to
continue with her "punishment". She nodded her head yes.
I reached up & took hold of the waistband of her panties.
Then slowly, I slipped them down to just above her ankles, where her jeans had
ended up & guided her back over my lap to complete the punishment.
Her bottom was the prettiest shade of dark pink, reminding
me of a Florida sunset. My hand wandered over the pretty pink globes as Stacy
relaxed a little. I told her, for the last part of her punishment, since she had
been so good, the first seventeen spanks would not be too hard, but the last ten
would be the hardest smacks that she had received. She looked back over her
shoulder & gave me a small smile of thanks.
The sound of the smacks landing on her bare flesh had a
totally different resonance than the first 54. As each smack landed, there was a
loud crack followed by legs kicking & a loud yelp. By the time we were ready for
the last 10 swats, Stacy was breathing quickly & sobbing quite loudly.
With measured intent, I raised my hand over my shoulder &
brought it down sharply on her unprotected bottom. Stacy yelped, twisted &
bucked & it took all of my effort to hold her on my lap, but she never once
tried to reach back & cover her quickly reddening buns. Again & again, my hand
landed on one cheek & then the other, until at last, we had finished her
"punishment".
I held Stacy over my lap for several minutes until her
sobbing subsided & she was able to regain control of her emotions. Her bottom
was quite red & very sore! Then, helping her up, I reached out to replace her
panties & jeans, but Stacy caught my hands & shook her head.
"My bottom burns too much," she sniffled, looking &
sounding like the woman-child of my spanking fantasies!
I opened my arms & Stacy stepped into them. I kissed her
wet cheek, tasted the salt of her tears, & told her that she was a very brave
girl. I couldn't resist reaching down to gently cup one of her warm, soft bottom
cheeks & was rewarded when Stacy squirmed into my palm & hugged me back hard. We
stood there together, sharing the silence & what turned out to be the same
feelings & thoughts.
Stacy & I became lovers later that night & haven't looked
back since. In the aftermath of spending our mutual passion, Stacy admitted to
having a crush on me & intentionally throwing the coosh ball my way during the
presentation. She had intended to hit me, not my coffee, but based on the way
things turned out, I'd have to say her throw really hit the bulls-eye.
As you know, Barbara, Stacy introduced me to your
publications as well as spanking, & I hope this helps to show how grateful I am
to you & your outstanding publication. We are engaged now & plan to marry
sometime next year. Our engagement has been happy & warm, if you catch my drift,
& we see no reason to change a thing until death does us part. -- Jeff, FL
