It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about 20 years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me, and we had been dating for about 6 months.
Not long after our first proper, full and rather amazing spanking session, Tula told me it had created another fantasy she would like to fulfil. Intrigued, I asked for more details.
“I have started to really enjoy being spanked by you. I like trying to see how much I can take, but I think we can have a little role play and add an element of danger,” she explained.
“Exactly what do you mean by that, babe?” I asked.
“I want you to pretend to be my manager and, having decided I have not done the work to the correct standard, I want you to bend me over the desk and spank me. We can use the computer lab at the University. If we go late enough, there should only be a small chance we get interrupted, but the danger will still be there.”
These were the days when the internet was young; not everyone had it at home, especially students, so the University had a large room full of networked computers that students could access twenty-four hours a day for research.
We were in the easter holidays, so the University should be quieter than normal, but it was still risky, but I was both intrigued and excited by the idea.
“That sounds Interesting, but if we do it, I want you dressed appropriately,” I said, smiling.
“Then you have to wear the grey suit I like that you wear to regional meetings.”
“Deal,” I said.
The following weekend, I was striding down the corridor to the Computer Lab in the grey suit she had requested. It was past midnight, and I had deliberately arrived twenty minutes after the time I said I would, as I wanted the anticipation to build for her. Tula had propped the door open, as you needed a student card to gain access. I closed the door behind me and stood for a moment looking at her sitting at a desk.
Her hair was half tied up. She was wearing a tight dark pinstripe suit with a short pinstripe skirt, peeking out below the skirt were light coloured lace topped stockings attached to a black suspender belt, her pale flesh compressed between as she sat.
“Miss Brooks, your last report was both late and not up to the standard I have come to expect from you,” I said in a voice full of authority.
I walked slowly behind her, as she bent forward over the desk, her short skirt rode up exposing the bottom inch or two of her arse, the gusset of her black lace panties a stark contrast between her milky white thighs. Gently, I stroked my hand across her bottom.
I was relatively confident we would hear someone walking down the long corridor towards the room. Still, I wanted to build the anticipation, and I could already see her breathing was shallow with excitement.
“Lift your skirt, Miss Brooks”, I ordered.
“Yes, Sir”, she said and rose from the desk. I watched entranced as she wiggled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her plump, beautiful arse, the thong lace panties and black straps of the suspender belt framing my target perfectly.
“Good girl, now bend over the desk again, Miss Brooks.”
“Yes, Sir”, as she complied, I stepped to the edge of the desk, placed my left hand in the small of her back and stroked my right hand across the plump flesh of her bottom, cupping slightly as I did, then drew my hand back and aimed a hard slap. It caught its target clean.
We both froze as the sound of the slap reverberated around the large, empty room.
The university was built in 1884 out of massive sections of sandstone and looks like something out of Hogwarts, but the rooms in the basement had been modernised with drop ceilings and with it now being a large empty space, the sound of the slap bounced off the walls and was amplified.
I aimed another couple of hard slaps at her cheeks and again froze, listening intently, but the only sound I could hear was my own heart beating rapidly.
Gaining confidence, I started to relax a little and continued to spank her delicate flesh, connecting with ten or twelve hard slaps before I paused and stroked her reddening behind.
Then another ten, a little harder and faster this time, the final couple drawing tiny little yelps from her mouth. My hand slid down the gap between her cheeks and firmly rubbed the panties below, feeling the dampness hidden inside.
“Do you think this will help you remember to work harder in the future, Miss Brooks?” I asked.
“Oh yes, sir, it will, Sir, Ow !” As she finished her reply, I again caught her with several hard slaps that made her whole body tense, her cheeks were now glowing a nice shade of red, and her yelps were accompanying almost every strike of the palm of my hand.
“I am sorry, Sir”, she said with her head lowered. Being called Sir awakened something deep within me. I shivered a little with excitement and slowly walked towards her.
“Sorry is not good enough, stand up and bend over the desk immediately, Miss Brooks,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir, She said and followed my instructions.
Again, I paused and ran my fingers down to stroke her pussy, this time peeling the delicate lace out of the way to caress the swollen lips directly, then carefully sliding a couple of fingers inside. Her long moan echoed around the room before she caught herself and tried to stifle her cries of pleasure.
This only encouraged me to drive my fingers deeper and faster, determined to torment her further. As her moans were beginning to build in intensity, I removed my fingers and launched another swift and hard assault on her arse.
Again, a flinch and small yelp accompanied every single strike. I slid my fingers under her skirt on both sides and peeled her panties down her bottom, finding myself watching in fascination as the lace material slowly peeled away from her soaking lips. I moved them down her thighs, and she raised each knee in turn as I slid them down her nylon-clad legs and over her ankles.
I inserted two fingers from my left hand into her pussy as my right hand started to spank her arse again. The mixture of pleasure and pain was too much and she soon moaned aloud, “Oh god, oh god, oh god sir!”
I stopped spanking her and rested my hand on her hip to hold her steady as my left hand moved rapidly inside her, she threw her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open in silent orgasm, followed by a loud exhale and whimper.
I removed my fingers and stroked her glowing bottom and gave her thirty seconds to recover. As I saw the tension leave her body, I aimed a hard, sharp slap at her ass. She yelped but managed to silence herself for the next three or four.
A noise in the corridor surprised us both, and we froze.
Listening intently, another noise, we grinned nervously at each other as she stood and pulled her skirt down, wincing as the material brushed her sore flesh.
We gathered her belongings and headed for the door and into the corridor, passing a cleaner, busily moving bags of rubbish from the rooms out into the corridor. We both nodded politely as we strode by. I couldn’t help notice how flushed Tula’s face was, and as we turned the corner at the end, I smiled, and she broke into a laugh, whispering, “Where are my panties?
“In my pocket, don’t worry,” I replied, squeezing her hand.
We walked the ten minutes to her house and headed up the stairs into her room. I threw my suit jacket on the sofa just in time for her to wrap her arms around me and kiss me. It was a kiss full of desire and need, her fingers undoing my trousers and releasing my cock, stroking it to full hardness.
She dropped to her knees and enthusiastically sucked my dick. There was no teasing, no attempt to slow things down; she just pumped my length in and out of her lips. She looked up at me from her knees and implored, “I want you”
She stood and pushed me back onto the bed. I shuffled a little from the edge as she hitched up her skirt and straddled me, taking me in her hand and impaling herself with a long sigh, sliding down until she was sitting on my pelvis.
She paused and undid and removed her suit jacket, throwing it on the floor. My hands found her breasts, kneading and squeezing them through her shirt as she rode me with urgency. I had undone the top two or three buttons and sat up, burying my head in the open blouse and kissing and sucking at the exposed flesh at the top of her breasts.
As her moaning increased, I lay back down, pulling her down with me, kissing her deeply. My hands found her wrists and held them behind her back as I thrust into her from below with more speed and urgency. We came together in a torrent of gasps and moans as I slowed my thrusts and she collapsed on top of me.
As we lay next to each other and started to relax, I pulled her head onto my chest and said, “So, Tula, was that experience what you hoped for in the office?”
She looked up at me with a broad smile, “Oh fuck yes. That was amazing. Calling me Miss Brooks was brilliant, it really helped me commit to the role play, the public setting definitely added something, when you were spanking me, I was hyper aware we could be caught, and it felt like all my senses were on high alert, I loved it.” Her voice was full of excitement.
“I know what you mean, I can’t believe how loud it was when I spanked you, Oh and I really, really liked it when you called me Sir. That worked.” I laughed.
“I shall remember that, and Next time we will go a bit later.” She said enthusiastically.
“Next time?” I asked with a smile, passing her the cigarette I had just lit.
“Oh yes, I really want to try again, and next time I want you to fuck Miss Brooks whether she wants you to or not.”
“What happened to that shy, reserved upper-class girl I met a year ago?” I teased.
“You are the one who wanted to try the kinky stuff, don’t complain now that I am embracing it. I trust you more than anyone I have ever met before, and you seem to have unlocked something inside me.” She said, looking up at me, suddenly very serious.
“Oh, trust me, I am not complaining, baby. I am loving making all your fantasies come true. I have always known I had this kinky side to me, and you are the first girl who has kept up and is indeed pushing me to explore further, and I love you for that.” I said.
“I love you too, and I am sure I can convince you to try again,” she said, holding me close.
The next morning, I woke to find her standing in her window. She was wearing a white bra and panties and an almost see-through white shirt. “Morning, Beautiful," I said as I sat up.
“Morning, baby, I thought of a way to convince you to take Miss Brooks to the office again!” she said with a smile.
“Oh, really,” I said as I sat up.
“Oh no. You are not allowed to move, just stay there and watch.”
As she said that, she leaned back on the wall and closed her eyes, her left hand stroked the inside of her thigh and slowly moved to stroke between her legs over the flimsy material of her panties.
Her right hand slowly rose to undo the top three or four buttons, massaging and cupping her chest briefly before stroking its way up her throat. She slowly inserted two fingers into her mouth, her left hand pulled her panties forward, and her right hand dropped to disappear inside. I watched intently as she slowly started stroking herself. Her mouth was wide open in silent anguish.
“Come here,” I said, throwing the covers back from my naked body.
“Oh no, you can give Miss Brooks orders, but not me,” she replied.
“Come here, please!” I tried again, and she slowly walked over to the bed and knelt on it.
“Stand up,” she said. I stood, wobbling slightly on the mattress. She moved into me and moved my hard dick out of the way, taking each of my shaved balls into her mouth in turn and gently sucking on them, then ran her tongue along the length of my shaft as I sighed heavily.
“Are you going to visit Miss Brooks at the office again?” she asked, looking up at me with a wicked smile, again her tongue running the length of the underside, to then finally rest the tip in her mouth, still looking up into my eyes.
“Yes, yes, I will do” I said with a laugh, as I did she closed her lips and slowly took my entire length to the back of her throat, she continued this for a minute or two before spinning round and crouching on all fours in front of me, I dropped to my knees and smoothly entered her from behind drawing a low moan from her, after a few minutes I decided I wanted to see that beautiful face and withdrew, turning her onto her back.
I pulled the shirt down her arms so it was around her stomach exposing her breasts and massaged them as I slid into her, I raised myself onto my knees so I could see her and she moved her legs around so they were on my shoulders, knowing this would increase the depth I slowed my movements, her eyes were now closed and she moaned loudly with each thrust as I took her with slow but deep strokes.
As I could hear her approaching climax, I placed my hands under her behind and lifted her slightly from the bed, speeding up my movements until we both came together.
So a few days later, I found myself walking down the same corridor of the University, this time wearing a black suit and pinstripe shirt. Again, Tula had propped the door open, this time as I walked through and closed the door behind me, I moved the chair back in front of the door as another warning if we became too distracted.
I noted with interest that this time she was sitting at a desk over near the windows. We were on the third floor, and the windows overlooked the inner courtyard, but it still added another element of danger of being seen from the other building.
“Good evening, Miss Brooks,” I said in an authoritative voice as I strode across the room.
“Good evening, Sir”, she said as she looked up from the desk. We had considered practicalities this time, and she was wearing a tight zip-through black dress.
“Have you finished that report, Miss Brooks?” I demanded.
“No, Sir, not yet”, she answered nervously.
“I told you I needed that today, Miss Brooks.” I continued in a chastising voice.
“I am very sorry, Sir, I have had a lot of work on”
“Excuses again, Miss Brooks? You obviously need another lesson in discipline. Bend over the desk now and pull your dress up.”
“Yes, sir,” she said and moved to stand beside her chair. She pulled her dress up, revealing a burgundy coloured thong, black stockings and suspenders. She bent forward and placed her hands on the desk.
It had previously been rare that Tula wore thongs, but I had noticed that since her spankings had started, she had not only gained some new ones, but was wearing them much more often. It crossed my mind that she wanted her arse to be available to me when I wished, and this thought made me smile.
I stood beside her and, as always, started with a couple of gentle slaps to each cheek to get the blood flowing, but was aware we had an agenda to fulfil tonight, so pushed her down so she was leaning flat on the desk and proceeded to give her a proper spanking, hard, sharp and fast, the sound of the slaps again echoing around the empty room.
When I finally stopped, she was whining just a little and reached back to stroke her already glowing ass. I swatted her hand away, saying, “I can see you still need to learn a lesson. If you can’t do your job properly, I shall have to make use of you in other ways. Get on your knees, Miss Brooks!”
“But I really shouldn’t, Sir,” she started to protest as she stood up. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and rubbed her pussy through her panties, drawing a long moan from her.
“Your body seems to disagree; you are very wet, now do as you are told and get on your knees, Miss Brooks!” I ordered, still rubbing my fingers between her legs.
“Yes, Sir,” she said in fake submission. As she knelt, I unzipped my trousers and removed my throbbing dick, placed my hand on the back of her head and forced it between her lips. She begrudgingly took me into her mouth but did not attempt to move. I moved my hips back and forth fucking her mouth as I held her still by her hair, pushing myself to the back of her throat.
“That’s better, now you are being a good girl,” I said cruelly as she gagged a little. I pulled back slightly, but held her head in place and rapidly slid in and out of her lips. Enjoying the chance to torment her and thinking how committed to the role play she was, I determined to test her limits.
I removed myself from her mouth and, as she gasped for air, pulled her to her feet by her hair, bending her over the desk again, grabbing her thigh. I lifted her knee onto the desk, dropped to my knees behind her, pulled her thong to the side and firmly ran my tongue over the outer lips of her soaking pussy.
“No, Sir, please don’t, Sir,” she said, but her moans that followed showed me how turned on she was. I stood and kept her knee on the desk, rubbed the tip of my cock along the soaking folds of her pussy before ramming myself inside. She gasped and moaned loudly, turned and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Please, sir, we shouldn’t,” she pleaded, but her eyes were full of desire as she looked back at me. I placed my hand on the back of her neck and forced her to lie flat on the desk, my other hand holding her arm in the small of her back, and started to fuck her from behind. There was no need for me to pretend anymore; she was mine, and I wanted her; I needed her.
As I slammed relentlessly into her from behind, I could hear the familiar change in her breathing, and despite her efforts to stay in character, she was now moaning loudly.
“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck!” she exclaimed as I felt her pussy tighten around me and her body spasm uncontrollably beneath me. Only a few seconds later, I let out a cry and emptied myself deep inside her.
As I put myself away and did up my trousers, I said, “Have you learnt your lesson now, Miss Brooks?”
Standing gingerly, she looked down at the ground and said, “Yes, Sir, I have. But anytime you feel I need a reminder, please feel free.”
Her face burst into a huge smile, and she kissed me deeply before saying, “That was fucking amazing.”
“I know, but let’s get out of here before someone finds us,” I said with a laugh.
Part 4 to follow soon.
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