Office Slut

Can somebody tell me why is it when you're underspanked and then you get that long overdue one, it hurts so much, or is that too obvious, is it just that your backside gets out of condition, like sports people have to get back into form after the closed season, runners (I can vouch for this) feel the strain if they skip a week or two and then try to go right back into it. I wonder, I mean the butt's a muscle, right? Anyway it's probably more complex than that because emotions are involved too, but doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder and therefore shouldn't it be that much sweeter when a drought comes to a close?

So I don't have an answer but I've got something off my mind, I'm sure others feel the same. And now you'll be worrying that I've either been underspanked or overspanked as a result being underspanked, so I'll put things into perspective.

P is pretty perceptive where my needs are concerned, he receives signals, little things, he usually knows but not always (and I'm not being critical), he's been so busy with helping me with this new website, our vanilla blog which I can't name but we've just got some lovely content with a TV personality on board and I'm excited about, our recruitment business which I personally wish would either die or hit the sky one or the other but not meandering in between, and with son back there hasn't been much opportunity. The odd little slap on the bottom here and there when he's passed by but that's about all.

You all know me and sometimes I decide to take matters into my own hands when I need a spanking so Friday afternoon that's just what I did, I thought it might be therapeutic for P too.

I was upstairs in our little satellite (I like that way of describing it) office working and decided to send a text to P who was in the downstairs office. This is how the exchange went:-

"what would you do to a naughty girl who had no knickers on"

"depends who where and why"

''she's at work, in a public place, she's had no knickers on all day''

''why''

''so she could play''

''with herself?''

Slight delay.

''yes''

''do I know her?''

''yes, she's up here''

''hm. I'd probably cane her''

Gulp that wasn't exactly the answer I was wanting but sort of on the right track. I got the impression P thought it might shut me up but it didn't.

''you wouldn't dare in the office''

Delay.

''stay up there''

Five minutes later P strode into our little satellite office, it's smaller, cosier than downstairs, he turned the snip on the inside of the door after he'd closed it, he had a 45cm 18'' ruler in hand and a measuring tape, the measuring tape was cover (people know we take dimensions from our products for sale) but the ruler was for me. I shuddered with delight. He didn't say anything just walked over to me, turned me towards the window next to the only desk we have in there, put his hand on my trousered bum, slid it down over my cheek then round to the front searching for a panty line, realised there wasn't one.

''I see, behaving quite like the office slut, we'll see about that,'' he said as he undid the waistband clasp on my trousers and bent me forward over the desk.

''You can't, it'll be too loud,'' I protested falsely.

''There's no light on next door and they won't hear from across the corridor.''

It was true, the office to our right had closed early and there's a lift shaft to our left. I whimpered as he dragged my trousers down. Wasting no time on preliminaries, you know the usual lecturing, P steadied me in place with his left hand in the small of my back and applied the ruler to my bare backside causing me to catch my breath with the suddenness and ferocity, ooh my I hadn't been prepared for it, I took my 'rulering' stoically, it did make a noise, more than a cane would make because of the flat surface, but not as much as I'd wanted to make. I had to hold back, noise-wise at least, but I know I was wriggling for all I was worth by the time the spanking ceased because it hurt like hell. It must have had an effect on P because I'm sure he only came up to indulge me but I could see as I turned to get up that he was aroused, he told me to stay where I was and came up and pressed himself against my punished bum, and told me he hoped I'd learned my lesson for going knickerless at the same time as snaking his hand around my hips and down between my legs where my own arousement was evident. In less than two minutes I was suppressing an altogether different noise, or maybe not so different even if the cause was.

When my breathing steadied P stepped back and told me to pull my trousers up, make myself respectable and mind when I came back down to our main office, Clare was still working, and he was away back downstairs. I'd wanted so much to thank him for such a pleasant interlude at the end of the afternoon but he still had stuff to finish and the girl who was helping him needed direction.

Later that night our son went out, we had a movie and a bottle of wine in and, before the movie started, I nuzzled my way into P's lap and thanked him profusely for finding time to deal with his shameless knickerless wife. God I was feeling horny again, the movie was the Clint Eastwood film Gran Torino, P pressed play to let it run through the trailers while he reached for a tissue, I stayed his hand and cleaned him up with my tongue. Gosh I think I really am a slut sometimes, not changing though.

Ronnie

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