Zoe sat down at the kitchen table with her laptop and sighed. It was a leisurely Saturday morning and her husband Kirk was sleeping in. She had the rest of the house all to herself. She was wearing her luxurious terrycloth bathrobe, which always felt so soft and warm against her skin. She was in her early 30s with wavy blonde, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. She was fairly average in just about every way, from her moderately curvy hips to her C cup breasts.
She opened up the web browser, clicked in the address bar and typed in lushstories and pressed Enter. She had lots of bookmarks for other sites she frequently visited, but Kirk looked after her computer, and she didn't really feel like explaining herself to him.
She ran down the list of stories on the front page. She wrinkled her nose at the first one. It was in the Incest category and already had 57 votes. She rolled her eyes. She ran down the list. No new Spanking stories. She frowned, but then these days stories didn't stay on the front page very long. Maybe there were some new ones anyway. She clicked the "Spanking" button and the page loaded quickly.
Sure enough, the top three stories were ones she hadn't yet seen. One of them caught her interest. It looked like a workplace story. A secretary spanking his female boss? That's an interesting twist. She opened the story and started to read it. Her mind conjured up for her the image of the executive office described, and the tall, haughty woman being reproached by her handsome, younger secretary. As she read, her pussy started feeling warm and tingly and her mouth opened. While her right hand worked the down-arrow key as she read, her left hand drifted down inside her robe and found her pussy, already slick with her juices.
She read about the secretary bending his boss over her desk and flipping her skirt up over her back and spanking her with a wooden paddle and she started breathing deeper, while her finger probed inside her wetness. The images in her head started to change subtly, as she became the woman bent over the desk and Kirk, the tall, manly secretary paddling her. In her mind, she started to cry as her secretary Kirk yanked down her panties and laid into her ass with renewed vigor, while in reality she started to moan and pant, her fingers dancing over her clit. A moment later, she heaved herself forward in her chair as she came, her high pitched breathy whines of "oh God! oh God!" filling the kitchen.
"What the hell?! Zoe, what are you doing?"
Zoe's eyes snapped open when she heard Kirk's voice.
"Oh, Kirk, Honey... I didn't want to wake you..."
"Hey, you want to wake me up like that, I'll never say no, Baby."
She blushed. Kirk walked closer, "So, what are you looking at, anyway?"