This is the next in the chronology of my spanking experiences. You may want to read the others but this story can stand on its own as well.
My time at company headquarters came to an abrupt and surprising end. Our VP of Marketing called me to his office and announced I was to take over our marketing division in San Antonio, This was a huge and unexpected promotion especially given my age.
The VP asked if I could wrap up my duties at HQ in a couple of days. Anxious for this new position, I assured him I could. He told me he had to be in Houston on Thursday of that week and if I was ready I could fly to Houston with him and the company jet would take me on to San Antonio from there. Traveling on the company jet was a rare privilege.
On the flight from Houston to San Antonio I was able to review the division organization chart. I would have a secretary, three staff people and 150 field sales people. Hotel arrangements had been made and one of the staff people was to meet me at the airport.
By the time we touched down I was getting pretty full of myself. Private jet, a prestigious new position and "staff" waiting to meet me. Pretty heady stuff.
When I arrived I was met by a woman named Lauren Wells. Lauren was 35, about 5'3" and maybe 125 pounds. Not gorgeous but attractive in a cute way.
She actually started to gather my luggage but I told her I would take care of it. I did not wish to be seen with a smallish woman carrying luggage for me.
In addition to Lauren I had two male staff members who spent most of their time in the field doing training. Lauren was responsible for daily, weekly and monthly reports so we would be spending a lot of time together on the job.
I don't know how to fully explain it but after a couple of weeks I sensed an almost palpable sexual tension between Lauren and me. She would sit across my desk from me crossing and uncrossing her legs showing flashes of thigh. I didn't know if it was purposeful or not so I kept reminding myself that she was an employee and therefore way off limits. I caught myself watching her butt when she left my office then reminding myself again not to go there.
One morning I had a meeting with my boss and was gathering files and reports for to take with me. I noticed a rather important expense report was not there. I called Lauren about it and she apologized profusely and said she would bring it right in. When she brought it to my office she apologized again. I told her it was there now and not a big deal. As she was leaving my office she said "I guess I just need a good spanking to get me focused".
I told myself it was just an expression and I should not dwell on it. I did however find myself dwelling on it and paying even closer attention to her bottom.
A few days later we were in a particularly long meeting that went through a sandwich lunch and into the early evening. When we were finally done Lauren got up rubbing her butt. She slapped herself on the ass and said "My butt is numb".
My brain was screaming "Stop it". She had no idea how crazy she was making me. Or did she?
Lauren and I were in my office putting together plans for a new product introduction to be held in Houston.
The discussion was all business until Lauren reached for a commemorative brass ruler on my desk. As we talked she lightly slapped the ruler on her palm without ever changing expressions. As we wrapped up she stood and slapped her thigh with the ruler and replaced it on my desk.
When she got to the door I reminded her how important my first big presentation was. I had to go right,
She said "I know boss. I'll do my best. I'd hate for you to whack me with that ruler".
I had to wait a few minutes for a semi-erection to subside. On my way to my car I thought about my own reactions to Lauren. I had certainly not mentioned my proclivity for spanking and I had said nothing in response to Lauren. But the idea of spanking her was alive and well in my mind.
We were in Houston preparing for the presentation the next day. I was putting final touches on my presentation while Lauren was overseeing the physical setup. At one point she asked a workman to make a change to the podium. She said to him "this has to be perfect or my boss will paddle my butt".
She looked directly at me to see if I heard her. I certainly had.
After dinner Lauren and I were sitting at an outdoor table at the hotel. She leaned back in her chair and said "I really hope this goes well tomorrow. I don't want you to have to punish me".
OK, that was it! I said "Lauren what is it with you and the constant references to spanking?".
Blushing a little, Lauren asked if I really wanted to know. I said "Yes I do".
She said she had had fantasies about being spanked since she was a teenager. She had tried to get her ex-husband to do it but he would just tell she was sick. In her frustration she had even tried spanking herself but the element of a man doing it was missing. She said when I got off the plane in San Antonio she was seeing the man in her fantasies. A big 6'3" man in a three piece suit getting off a .private jet, It was almost like in her dreams.
I told Lauren that our working relationship would not allow us to become involved.
She said "I know and I'm sorry if I have made you uncomfortable".
Uncomfortable was a monumental understatement.
We left for our respective rooms and after I changed into pajama bottoms and a t-shirt there was a knock on my door. It was Lauren.
She said "I left the slides for your presentation at the office but I have arranged for a courier to deliver them here in the morning. I thought you should know".
When she turned to leave I took her arm. I said "You left them on purpose didn't you?".
She replied "Yes I did, I'm sorry".
She lowered her eyes and told me that she had hoped that when I found out I would be angry enough to scold her and her plan was to volunteer to be spanked for her failure.
I said "You want a spanking badly enough to risk screwing up an important presentation and reflect very badly on both us?".
She said "Yes, it was stupid and silly and irresponsible, I'm sorry".
Telling her that it was indeed irresponsible, I pulled her into my room and shut the door.
I pulled out a the desk chair. sat down and put Lauren over my lap. I asked her if this was what she wanted.
She just nodded her head,
I lit her jeans covered ass up for about ten minutes with her grinding her crotch into my knee.
Roughly standing her up I said "take your jeans down now!".
Lauren fumbled with the jeans for a moment then dropped them to her ankles. I pulled her back down and wailed away on her pink panties.
Lauren was kicking her legs and crying but did not ask me to stop.
After easily 60 swats I told her to raise her hips. When she did as she was told I pulled her panties down to her knees and went back to work on her butt.
When I thought she had had enough and her butt was very red I stood her up.
She stared at the tent my dick was making in the pajama bottoms. Without a word she pulled her jeans off her ankles and removed her panties.
She took my dick in her hand, straddled me and impaled herself on it.
With her back arched and her head back she bounced on me until we both went off in very wet orgasms.
Then she picked up her clothes and got dressed.
On her way out the door she smiled and said "Thank you for correcting me, I'll try to do better".
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