Sally got to work, and with the added anticipation of using the paddles Deidre left behind, the words came easily to her. When she’d thought earlier about writing spec-type descriptions for these products, she came up empty. Describing their use was easy as she drew on her personal fantasies to write some cute, sexy, and even ‘painful’ descriptive copy, but giving dimensions and specifications couldn’t draw on the same inspiration. Or could they?
She could feel herself getting wet as she thought about Austin using them on her when he returned from his reconnaissance mission. There was still some residual sting left from last night, so the timing wasn’t ideal as she worried about how much more she could take. She put those worries aside to complete the work at hand and then find out how much more she’d like or be able to endure.
She decided to include something about each paddle’s use in these usually dull descriptions. Starting with the small round paddle:
‘At only 6” across, it’s perfect for the very top of fleshy cheeks. Turn it over, and the hand-tooled leather makes a lasting ‘impression.’
‘It may look like a strap at 3” wide and 16” long, but the fiberglass stiffener sewn into the otherwise supple leather will make you feel it across both cheeks, flexing just enough for a bit of a ‘snap.’
‘Several soft plies of flexible leather in this oval paddle make it suitable for any level of severity, and at 9” across and 15” long, it covers a lot of cheek whether you’ve got a ‘tiny hiney’ or have a more buxom target.’
Austin chuckled as he read her descriptions over her shoulder. She’d barely acknowledged his presence since she wanted to finish the writing so they could have their fun without worrying about returning to work.
“Are we alone?” she finally asked, stuck with hopefully temporary writer’s block.
“No. Not yet,” he replied to her disappointed face. “MaryJo is here working on the monthly closing. She said she’d be leaving soon.”
“Ohh, I hope so!” she cried plaintively.
“I asked her to let us know when she left so we’d know to turn all the lights out when we left,” he explained. “What’s the matter?” he asked as he bent to nuzzle her neck, “Worried about how those paddles will feel on your ‘tiny hiney?’”
“Don’t start, Austin,” she pled, though reaching back with one hand, she encouraged him further. “And I don’t have a tiny hiney!”
“No, you don’t,” he admitted. “But it is perfect for spanking, isn’t it?” he teased.
“Oh God, yes!” she cried but turned back to her work, adding, “When is that fucking lady going to leave?”
She’d finished with the paddles they’d left for her, so she moved on to one of her favorite wooden paddles, even though they hadn’t asked for it. It was the paddle she imagined in a real punishment scene.
‘Made of 3/8” solid, red oak, you won’t confuse this paddle with any other as a dozen 1” holes drilled in its face reduce air drag and eliminate that ‘whoosh’ of air on approach that cools before the sting. If you need to be punished, this heavy oak paddle, finished with many coats of polyurethane, is the tool for you!’
She’d barely finished writing when MaryJo popped in to tell the pair she was leaving. MaryJo could talk your ear off, given half a chance, so their goodbyes were kept short and sweet to avoid any lengthy conversation, and thankfully, she took the hint and left.
“How did she get here,” Sally asked, “We didn’t see any cars in the lot.”
“She takes the bus.”
“Can you go to the front windows and make sure she gets on? She’s a blabbermouth as well as a talker, so we don’t want her deciding she’d forgotten something and come back.”
“On it!” he said, going to a conference room with a view of the street and bus stop.
Sally turned to reviewing her writing with the anticipation flowing into her words. Once finished, she could barely sit still, waiting for Austin to return, which took much longer than expected. She’d already formulated a plan for each of the paddles, so she had to just sit and wait in her dampening panties.
“What took so long!?” she demanded when he finally returned.
“She must have just missed a bus, so she had to wait almost fifteen minutes for another. Also, I set a boobytrap at the employee’s entrance, so we’ll hopefully hear if anyone else shows up.”
“That was a good idea,” she admitted.
“Yes, I think so, and I didn’t like the tone of your voice, young lady! You need to learn patience, and I think these paddles will be the perfect tools to remind you of that!”
“Ohhh, I’m sorry, sir! Do you really have to use the paddles? The really hurt!”
“Yes! They’re exactly what you need on your bare bottom to teach you a lesson!”
“I’m really sorry! Can you at least give me a warmup spanking first?” she begged, cluing Austin in to her worries about using the paddles right off on her already red bottom.
“Get up!” he ordered and took her seat. “Get over my knee! You might regret asking for even more spanking than you were going to get! C’mon! Get over!”
Sally couldn’t help smiling at Austin’s flawless role-playing as she pulled her shorts down, letting them fall to her feet and bending over his lap. She couldn’t keep a pleasured sigh in when she felt his hands on her bottom, smoothing out her white cotton panties.
“Ooo!” she yelped with the surprisingly hard first smack.
He figured one good one would get her attention and settled into a regular pattern, each cheek getting its share. Soft utters and moans belied her earlier fake fear about getting another spanking so soon after last night.
Without warning, he yanked her panties down and resumed spanking with the same intensity on her perfect bare bottom. Her cries and exclamations would be taken from someone else as a complaint of pain, but it was pure joy for Sally. Her hips raised continuously, encouraging him to prolong the warmup, but when they fell back in his lap, he knew it was time to move on.
With Austing rotating her chair back towards her desk, she lifted her legs off the floor for the ride, shivering excitedly at the sight of the paddles on her desk. She’d let him take the lead as long as he followed the plan he knew nothing about. ‘Perfect!’ she thought when he picked up the small round, leather paddle.
“Now, young lady, we’ll see whether a paddle does a better job than my hand teaching you a lesson! You’re gonna get twenty swats with each paddle,” he declared, thinking that would be about all she could take. She turned to look at him, mouthing ‘more!’ “And I expect you to hold still, or it’ll become thirty with each! Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” she replied, smiling at his adept change in her sentence without showing it was her idea. “Ow!” she cried unconvincingly, loving the feel of a new kind of sting. Sharp and immediate, she savored each swat but wished he’d do it faster.
He’d barely gotten to twenty when she started squirming like a naughty child trying to avoid her punishment and found she liked that bit of acting.
“I warned you! Ten more!” he said, landing five hard swats on one cheek before moving to the other. He enjoyed the sound and effect of the paddle on her fleshy bottom and decided then and there that they would get some paddles as soon as possible.
“Up!” he commanded with a single word, waiting as she clumsily stood. He also stood and rotated the chair away from her desk, moving it closer. “I want you to kneel on the chair with your hands on the desk,” he instructed, noticing a small smile hidden beneath her demure face. Unknowingly following her plan, he picked up the long, narrow paddle and tapped it a few times on her magnificently presented bottom.
“Both cheeks will get the thirty with this paddle! I’d advise you to stay in position for each swat, or thirty could easily become forty! Ready?”
“Yes, sir!” she said, and a second later, “Yeow!” she screamed genuinely in pain. This time, she’d hold still and avoid increasing the tariff as the long, stiff paddle penetrated beyond the surface of her cheeks. She thought she might like it better if her bottom hadn’t already been stinging when they started.
“Good girl!” he complimented her on her perseverance. “See? You can stay still while taking your punishment. He noticed her heavy breathing when he reached in front of her for the last paddle, her eyes following his hand with trepidation.
She really wasn’t sure she’d be able to endure another paddling, but she certainly wouldn’t bruise her pride by backing out. As before, he tapped the paddle on her bottom a few times, and when he heard her blissful sigh, he did it again. The larger surface distributed its impact over a larger area, making the sting far more pleasurable than the last one with its focused attack, and she now looked forward to feeling it for real.
“Thirty more! And remember, keep still,” he warned, but having seen her initial reaction to the taps, he expected her to drive him to forty or more.
“Ooo!” she cried joyfully at the first swat and returned to wishing he’d do it faster. “Oh, sir! Can you please do it faster so we can get it over with?” she pled cleverly, getting him to do what she wanted without breaking character and asking for it.
“Of course!” he said, nearly doubling the pace, noting her obvious thrill at the new sensations.
“Oh God, Austin!” she cried, abandoning her role. “Harder!” she pled, “and don’t stop until I tell you!” She loved this paddle, reminding her of her ‘tiny hiney’ description of its coverage.
They blew past thirty quickly while she showed no signs of distress. Quite the opposite, she’d thrust her bottom out in a silent request for him to continue. Given their relative positions, he easily slipped his left hand underneath and between her legs.
“Oh fuck!” she cried as her arousal ramped up quickly with his fingers fucking away at her now-dripping pussy. Before long, she was cumming and almost fell off of the rolling unstable chair as her body shook.
Austin grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the chair, initially to have her sit, but she jumped up from the sting that covered every inch of her bottom. She jumped up and fell into his arms resting her head on his chest with her arms around his waist. After a minute or two of calming rest, she lifted her head and smiled radiantly, knowing what she wanted next.
“You need to be fucked, don’t you?” he declared, beating her to the punch.
With a nod and that adorable giggle, she bent down, taking her panties off on the way, and dragged his shorts and underwear off as well. She couldn’t help taking a few licks of her most favorite cock in the world before standing up, pushing the chair out of the way, and bending over her desk, shaking her bright red bottom in invitation.
Making sure his aim was true, he shoved his cock in with one quick thrust.
“Oh God! Fuck me, Austin! Fuck me!” she pled needlessly, as he was already going for broke.
A new experience for them both, he pounded her pussy like a pornstar, his costar recoiling with every energetic lunge. Gasping and grunting with the intensity of it, they quickly approached a climax. With closed eyes, he stabbed her pussy, faster and faster, until he exploded in her tight pussy, her orgasm triggered by a loud clattering sound coming from down the hall.
“What the fuck! Who put this in front of the door!” they heard someone yelling, who’d apparently been caught in Austin’s boobytrap.
No time to waste, they scrambled for their discarded shorts and underwear and barely managed to get them on before a colleague named Max walked by their open door. He stopped, not expecting to see anyone, and returned to their door.
“Hey, guys! What’re you doing here today?”
Considering that it was a very loaded question and they’d just barely gotten their shorts on in time, they stammered for a second before Sally explained the work that was needed by tomorrow. Max went on his way, wishing them a good weekend. Austin looked down the hall to be sure he was no longer in earshot before they broke down laughing hysterically.
Austin straightened the room, logged her computer off, and ensured there was no incriminating evidence on the paddles while Sally went to leave her finished work on Deidre’s desk with a short note saying she hoped she’d given them what they were looking for.
After leaving the office, they spent the day and most of the weekend together. A late lunch/early dinner followed a trip to a county park where they walked a trail through woods, a pond, and a creek. When they came to a gazebo overlooking the pond, they stopped for a rest.
Sally looked thoughtful as she gazed over the bucolic scene before turning to ask Austin a question.
“Would you think I’m crazy for suggesting,” she paused for a couple of seconds, “ … for suggesting I’d like to get spanked here? Have I gone too far?” She was genuinely worried that her desire had become an obsession.
“No, not if you’re talking about some future time when the park is mostly empty, but if you’re talking about right now, I think you might have gone off the deep end,” he laughed, knowing she wasn’t talking about now.
“Something about what happened at the office makes the risk of discovery suddenly exciting.”
“I know I don’t want to be caught in public doing what we’ve been doing,” he said emphatically.
“No, I don’t want to get caught either! I’m not an exhibitionist, but a slight risk sounds interesting.”
“I could do that with some safeguards in place,” he admitted, giving her a tender kiss before returning to their walk.
They spent another night together, with Sally actually declining any more spanking, but their lovemaking was quite energetic. With no place they needed to be in the morning, they languished in bed for over an hour with tender touches.
Monday arrived with Sally waking alone and getting up for work. Her morning routine seemed dull without Austin to share even mundane practices with.
She got to work early again, wanting to see him before starting work. She was walking toward their office when someone called her name. Looking behind her, she saw Deidre calling her over.
“Good morning, Deidre. Did you get all the changes loaded onto the website yesterday?” she asked, showing more than her usual interest.
“Yes! We did, thanks to you! You ought to consider becoming a writer,” she offered as an offhand suggestion.
“Thank you. I enjoyed stepping out of my normal routines for a change. I assume the new copy met with your approval?”
“It’s on the website now, so, yeah, we loved it! I wish I could write like that. Those descriptions! It’s almost like you know how each of them would feel,” she said with an accusing smile.
“I just have a good imagination, I guess,” she said, hoping to end the conversation there and go see Austin. “Oh, I forgot to return the paddles! I’ll bring them over later.”
“It’s okay. You keep them!” she replied with a wink.
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