“So how is your bottom after Friday?”

This was the first question Sophie asked when we sat down for coffee on Monday.

“After been beaten by my merciless Mistress, do you mean?” I replied.

“Well, something like that.”

“After receiving three times more strokes than we had agreed it is OK, thank you for asking.”

“I seem to remember you agreeing to the extra punishment so you could see me stripping in front of you.” Sophie was smiling in her reply.

“It was worth the extra pain, certainly. It was one of the most exciting mornings I can ever remember.”

We continued to chat about our experiences and then I asked, “Did you enjoy being in charge?”

“It was very exciting, yes, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

“So, do you want to play again?”

“Yes, please, I was going to say the kids are away with their dad this weekend, so I wondered if you fancied going for lunch on Saturday, are you free?”

“Yes, definitely, looking forward to it already, what time?”

“Is it OK if I come over around eleven, we could maybe go for a wander along the beach before grabbing something to eat?”

“Sounds perfect, you are on. I am away for the rest of the week, see you Saturday.”

***

The rest of the week sped past. I was running a course I enjoy with one of my favourite clients. It seemed to take forever to get home on Friday, but I finally arrived. On the kitchen table, there was a tawse laid out along with a sticky note and two envelopes.

The sticky note read:

I took the leather home and oiled it so it would be more supple. I think it has come up rather well. I wonder what use we can find for it? See you Saturday.

One of the envelopes said read this first. It was addressed to the CEO.

Dear Sir,

Sophie Finn has failed to meet her sales target this quarter and indeed for the last three quarters. I suggested that her performance warranted dismissal from the company.

She pleaded to be allowed to speak to you to see if some alternative could be found. Looking at your schedule, I have booked her to see you on Saturday at four o’clock.

I smiled; Sophie was up to her old tricks again.

The second envelope was addressed to the Head Boy. With curiosity, I opened it; it read:

I have received a serious complaint that you have been looking up girls' skirts on the playing field. The school takes these complaints very seriously. You will come and see me in my study on Saturday at seven o’clock. 

Headmistress

I was not smiling quite so much now. I could see the way tomorrow was going.

Saturday dawned; it was a beautiful early Spring day. Sophie arrived on time and she was carrying an overnight bag. I was not sure if she was staying the night but was willing to wait and see. 

We set off for the beach. As we walked along, the subject of spanking of course arose. She asked me where my interest came from. 

I explained that for as long as I could remember, I had been interested in spanking. At school, the cane was used, and I lived in mortal fear of being sent to the headmaster. Perhaps if I had been, that would have been the end of it, but I left school without being caned and have probably regretted that fact since. I do love punishing deserving females and do believe that it can be incredibly exciting for both parties. I asked for her experiences.

She thought for some time and then explained that she was never spanked at home or school. She had come across spanking in her adult life and had always wondered what it would be like, saying she got butterflies at any mention of the subject. Her experiences so far had more than matched her expectations.

I am not sure what others talked about on the beach that morning, but I doubt that their conversations were more interesting than the one Sophie and I had. After an hour, we got back to the car and I asked, “Where do you fancy going for food?”

Sophie replied, “I have seen a place that looks interesting, it is not far, do you fancy it?”

“Why not? It beats any suggestion I have.”

So, a quick update of the Satnav and we arrived at a nice-looking bistro in a farm setting with several country and produce shops attached.

Lunch was lovely; I did idly wonder if we were on a date or simply good friends? But I did not have the heart to ask, and just thought it would be better to go with the flow. I did buy lunch like the gentleman I am.

As we left the bistro, Sophie asked if we could pop into one of the shops for a look round. Although shopping is not my favourite occupation, I agreed and trailed her into the shop. Once inside, Sophie headed straight for the equestrian section. She located several riding crops on display; she picked up a few and swished a couple in the air, before seeming to settle for one in particular. It was thirty inches long, with a handle and a leather shaft with a large leather tab on the end. Sophie turned to me and spoke.

“I would think one would feel this, don’t you think?” As she spoke, all the background noise in the shop seemed to stop, so it felt that everyone could hear our conversation.

“That would do nicely,” I replied. “I think we could find a use for that.”

“Oh, yes.”

I took the crop from her and made my way to the till. The lady behind the counter gave me a very knowing smile and observed, “This is very popular; many couples seem to choose this one.”

She knew without a doubt that this riding crop would never see the sight of a horse.

Sophie was all smiles walking back to the car. On the way home, she took the crop from its packaging and waved it around before lifting it to her nose and announcing, “I do love the smell of leather; it is very sensual, don’t you think?”

I looked over to see a twinkle in Sophie's eye. 

“Yes, I think so.”

Sophie continued, “Although I think latex has a very special smell that does something, what do you think?”

I knew Sophie had looked through my collection and probably come across several images of women in very tight latex lingerie. It does have a fascination for me.

“No comment,” I replied. 

“You may say no comment, but another part of you seems to agree with me.” With that, she reached across and gently stroked the tent in the front of my trousers.

“No comment,” I repeated, “we had better get back you do not want to be late for the CEO, he is a stickler for punctuality. You do not want to be late; you are in enough trouble already.”

“Do you think he will let me off with a warning?”

“I think we both know the time for warnings is long gone. I think you have a rigorous meeting coming up.”

“Mmm... interesting,” replied Sophie. She was still smiling.

We arrived home at three-thirty. Sophie said she would see me in the office at four o’clock, taking her overnight bag and disappearing upstairs.

I followed slowly, got changed into suit trousers and shirt again. What does a normal CEO wear on a Saturday when he is due to punish his staff? I sat behind my desk and waited for the clock to roll around.

At exactly four o’clock, a timid knock on the door. 

“Enter,” I called.

Sophie walked into the room. She looked like the perfect secretary: grey pencil skirt, white blouse, and black stilettos. She looked stunning, just the part for the role she was playing. She came to stand before the desk. 

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Sir.”

“What do you have to say for yourself? I understand you are missing your targets again?”

“I am sorry, Sir it has been so difficult, the clients, the market, and everything else.”

“The rest of the team have clients and the same market and manage to make their numbers?”

“Could you give me another chance?”

“What will change? Otherwise, we will be stood here in three months having the same conversation.”

“Is there another way?”

“What do you mean?”

“Other than being sacked, can you think of anything else?”

This was the moment I had been waiting for. “When I first started at the company, there used to be rumors that staff could be spanked rather than dismissed. Sadly, that is no longer an option.”

“I would prefer the spanking to the sack.”

“Really, for your performance, it would have to be a more rigorous punishment than a spanking.”

“Like what, Sir?”

“Well, we could start with a traditional spanking, then something like a tawse or riding crop followed up with a caning. So, a very severe punishment. Your position in the company pays very well and you have not been performing.”

“So, if I am punished by you now, I can keep my job?”

“I will mentor you. I will review your performance every two weeks, if you fall short once again you will be punished until your performance improves.”

“Will it be very painful?”

“Yes, Miss Finn, it will. What will it be, the sack or the alternative?”

“I will take the alternative, Sir.”

“Very well. No time like the present, let’s get this over with.”

“What should I do?”

“Well, we will start with you removing your skirt.”

“You are going to spank me on my knickers?” said Sophie with a horrified look. 

“Not just your knickers, Miss Finn but your bare bottom too. Spanking is most effective on the bare bottom. Do you wish to change your mind?”

“No… no it is just that you will see me naked.”

“Embarrassment is part of the punishment, perhaps if you had thought of it earlier, you would not be in this position. Now skirt off and stand in front of the desk.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sophie was acting the perfect contrite employee. She reached behind and slowly lowered the zip; it sounded very loud in the quiet room. She lowered her skirt and stepped out of it, neatly folded it and placed it on the side in the room. She returned to stand before my desk, hands held behind her back.

I could not believe what I was seeing. Below the white blouse, there was a black garter belt supporting black stockings. The panties were black latex, very tight and seemingly moulded to her; you could see her pubis perfectly outlined before me. I must have zoned out for a moment as Sophie was asking, “Are you alright, Sir? You have gone quiet?”

“I am very good, Sophie, is that what you normally wear beneath your skirt?”

“Oh no, I had planned on visiting my boyfriend afterward, he likes this sort of thing. Do you like them?”

“Well yes, but that is not the point here, is it? Let us get started. Come round here, get yourself over my knee, let us give you a warmup spanking.”

“Yes, Sir, if you must."

Sophie walked around the desk; I pushed the chair away from the desk, giving enough room for Sophie to lie across my lap. 

Sophie stood to my side and as gracefully as possible laid herself over my knee. After a little shuffling around, she got herself comfortable. Looking down, I could see her hair flopped over her face, her stockinged legs tapering down to her stilettos, and in the middle, her perfect bottom covered in black latex panties. I was in heaven; what a sight.

I patted her bottom a couple of times and announced, “Right, this is the first part of your punishment, I will spank you for five minutes over your knickers, ready?”

“I suppose so.”

I repeated, “I suppose so, and what have you forgotten?”

“Suppose so, Sir.”

“That is better.” I was starting to enjoy myself.

I paused again to look. I must have lost track of time again as Sophie looked over her shoulder and asked, “Are you enjoying the view?”

“Yes, very much, thank you. But I must remember you are here to be disciplined.”

With that, the spanking started. 

I started spanking slowly, alternating light smacks from one buttock to the other. The sound of my hand meeting latex was unique. I gradually spanked harder and concentrated spanks in particular areas. This started to get a vocal reaction from Sophie. The volume went up when I smacked the top of her thighs. It was music to my ears. After the five minutes elapsed, I stopped and looked down, seeing a very pink bottom emerging from her panties with her thighs being a similar colour.

Sophie looked at me once again, saying, “So that is what a spanking feels like.”

“You have not experienced a spanking until you have been spanked on your bare bottom. Up you get, and please remove your panties.”

“I thought you said you liked them?”

“I like them very much, but you are here to be punished, this is not a game.”

Both of us smiled at this. Sophie levered herself upright and took a couple of very sexy steps towards the sofa. She had to nearly peel the underwear down; this she did with her back to me, and as she removed her panties, she bent right over to lift them off her shoes. Wow, what a sight: her beautiful, now pink bottom, her perfect pussy, and her secret place normally hidden between her buttocks were on show, and what a show. 

“Sir, are you staring at me?”

“I just wanted to see the effects of the spanking, does it hurt?”

“Oh yes, Sir, very much so, please let me off.”

“You are one million pounds short of your target. I do not think a simple spanking will suffice. Let us continue with part two.”

Sophie walked back and stood next to me. I could see that she was getting aroused, as I am sure she could see the same with me. What a beautiful sight: an aroused woman, dressed in stockings just about to position herself over my knee to get her bare bottom spanked.

Sophie got herself back in position and pushed her bottom up, almost as if to say, do your worst.

I started spanking her again, slowly at first, gradually increasing the intensity of the spanking. I concentrated on the tops of her thighs and the lower half of her bottom. Sophie was unable to keep either still or quiet. She did wriggle in the sexiest way possible, almost encouraging me to carry on. However, after five minutes, we stopped again.

“Up you get, Sophie, that is the spanking part over.”

“Is my bottom very red, Sir?”

“Your bottom is red, but not as red as it is going to be.”

“Has anyone ever called you a meanie?”

“They have, but not for an exceptionally long time. Stand back in front of the desk.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I looked up and what a sight awaited me: Sophie semi-naked, following my instructions. 

“OK, hands on head, please.”

With a small smile, she did as asked, and the view got even better.

“I am going to give you a choice. You can either have six strokes of the tawse followed by six strokes of the cane. Or six strokes of the riding crop followed by six strokes of the cane? Which would you prefer?”

“That is not much of a choice, can I choose neither?”

“No, that is not an option. Remember, this is to keep your job and career.”

Sophie looked thoughtful and finally said, “Could I have the tawse, please?”

“So, you want six strokes of the tawse followed by your caning?”

“Yes, Sir, if you say so, Sir.”

I walked to the cupboard and retrieved both the tawse and the cane. I could see Sophie's perfect bottom; it was beautifully presented with Sophie still with her hands on her head.

I slowly returned to her side and placed both the instruments on the desk. “The tawse has been recently oiled, so it should have a little extra bite to it.”

“Oh lovely, that will be something to look forward to, then,” said Sophie in her sarcastic voice. 

“Yes, one of my staff kindly oiled it recently, I must remember to thank her properly. Now bend over and touch your toes, legs apart to keep your balance, and please try to keep still during your punishment.”

Sophie moved to the middle of the floor, opened her legs wide and bent over, pushing her bottom out. “Do you want me like this, Sir?”

“That will do very nicely, Sophie. You will thank me for each stroke and ask for the next. Is that clear, Sophie?”

“Yes, perfectly.”

I stood to her side and aimed the first stroke at the very crown of her bottom. The tawse landed perfectly with a sharp leather SNAP sound. Sophie wriggled and let out an 'ouch' and then whispered, “One, Sir, thank you, Sir, may I have my next stroke?”

“Certainly, remember to keep still.”

I intended the strokes to cover most of her lower bottom, finishing at the top of her thighs. The second stroke found its mark just below the first. Sophie bent her knees forward, shook her bottom, and slowly regained her position before remembering to count.

The next three strokes did indeed cover the rest of her lower bottom. The final stroke, I intended to strike just where the bottom meets thigh. As anyone who has ever received such a spanking knows, this is a very tender spot. I did not use any more force, but the final stroke did get a much more vocal reaction.

Sophie counted the final stroke and remained in position, waiting for permission to rise. “OK, Sophie, into the corner, hands on head. I will give you five minutes of recovery time before the final part of your punishment.”

“Oh, you are so very kind, Sir. Thank you.” The sarcasm was back.

“If your attitude does not improve, you will find yourself getting twelve strokes of the cane.”

“Please, Sir, no.” She did mean this; the sarcasm was gone.

I spent the next five minutes staring at a very red and beautiful punished bottom.

All too soon from my point of view, I picked up the cane. “Sophie, can you please lay across the desk for your caning. Six of the very best coming up.” I swished the cane through the air. If there is one sound to strike fear into you, it is the swish of the cane just before you are going to be caned yourself. 

“Right, please try to stay still. Remember, you only have yourself to blame.”

I tapped the cane in the centre of Sophie's bottom, drew my arm back and delivered the first stroke. It was nothing like full-strength but on an already punished bottom, it did make Sophie open and close her legs, which was lovely to watch. Her hand half went to rub her bottom before returning to the desk.

“Remember the count, Sophie.”

“One, Sir, thank you, please may I have the next?”

The following strokes adorned her lower bottom. Sophie had a very red, punished bottom, and she had never looked more beautiful. For the final stroke, I intended to find her sit spot. Sophie settled and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

“The last one coming up.”

I took incredibly careful aim and landed a medium stroke just above where legs become bottom. 

Sophie did manage to count, blowing out her cheeks. 

“Well done, Sophie, that concludes your punishment,”

“Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”

“Will you try harder in the future?”

“I will certainly try to live up to Sir's standards, especially later.” She turned and smiled. I thought I could just detect a hint of malice. 

I was sure I was in for a difficult evening. 

“I will leave you to get yourself together, see you downstairs.”

“Sure, do you mind if I take a shower?”

“Help yourself, see you soon.”

***

I decided to make something to eat. Sophie appeared after twenty minutes, looking as lovely as ever. 

“Are you OK?”

“After been beaten by my merciless employer, do you mean?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I have an extremely hot bottom that is throbbing but in a nice way. You beast.”

“At least you got to keep your job,” I said with a smile. “How are the stripes?”

“Look,” she said, turning, lifted her skirt, and bent over. She was now wearing normal knickers, but the marks of the cane could be seen across her bottom. She pulled her knickers down so I could see the full effect. 

“What a wonderful sight. Those earlier knickers looked beautiful.”

“I thought you might like them. I wore them specially. Are you looking forward to later?”

“Nervous, if I am honest.”

“Maybe you have reason to be,” she smiled.

We sat down to eat a light meal and had drinks on the patio as evening drew in. Time and conversation seemed amazingly easy as we relaxed in each other’s company.

At six-thirty, Sophie said, “I need to get a couple of things together, do not be late. The Headmistress does not like to be kept waiting.” With that, she swept upstairs.

I decided I would grab a quick shower and prepare for my meeting. I felt sure an extremely strict headmistress was waiting.

Seven o’clock found me dressed in suit trousers and shirt, knocking on my office door.

“Enter.”

Seated at my desk, Sophie was dressed in what looked like a traditional head teacher's black gown. She stood as I entered, and her gown fell open to reveal her red corset with stockings beneath. It took my breath away. As I approached the desk, I noticed a cane lying on the surface. There was no doubt it was soon to see use.

“Stand there, boy,” said a very stern-faced Sophie. “We have had complaints of you looking up girls’ skirts, this is not acceptable. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Er, no, sorry. I have nothing to say in my defence.”

“So, you admit you looked up girls’ skirts?”

“Yes. I am deeply sorry.”

“You will be, my lad, you will be.”

She picked up the cane, flexed it in her hands and asked, “Do you know what this is?”

“A cane,” I stammered.

“Not just any cane, but a senior cane. As Head Boy, you have a position of responsibility. You should be setting high standards and not lowering them. This cane will remind you of this most forcefully. What punishment do you deserve?”

“Maybe six strokes.”

“Six strokes would be suitable for a junior boy, but oh, no. Six is nowhere near enough. Try again.”

I do not know if Sophie had ever taken acting lessons, but she seemed very real in her part at this moment.

“Nine strokes.”

“Let us say twelve stokes to start. Bare bottom, of course. I am extremely disappointed with you.”

She bent the cane; it did not seem to have much flex in it.

“Right, let us get you naked. You can bend over for the first six.”

I stepped over to the sofa and slowly undressed. I could not hide my arousal from Sophie. She did look at me in my erect state and smiled. “Do you find this exciting?”

“Sorry, I cannot help it.”

“Oh well, we will give him something else to think about very soon. Bend over, all the way over, legs apart and head down.”

Anyone who has read any spanking stories knows the traditional bent-over position. The stories do not do justice to just how exposed you feel in this position. Your legs are wide apart, and your bottom feels so very vulnerable and exposed. My throat was dry as a desert and my heart rate was setting new records. But there was excitement mixed with the trepidation. 

“Please keep still and keep the count for me. Ask yourself, was the view of a girl’s panties worth the pain you will be receiving. Let us get started, shall we?”

The cane was placed low down on my bottom, and Sophie tapped a couple of times where she intended to strike. I did not have to wait long. The stroke exploded across my bottom. No matter how hard you try, nothing prepares you for the first stroke of the cane. All the breath seemed to leave my body. I shook my head, bent my knees, and whispered, “One. Thank you.”

“One. Thank you, Mistress, if you please.”

“One. Thank you, Mistress,” I repeated.

The cane was placed even lower down my bottom, tapped, and then returned with force to announce the second stroke. I stamped my foot as I tried to absorb the pain. 

“Two. Thank you, Mistress.”

After six strokes. Sophie asked, “What did you see up the skirts you were looking at?”

Still bent over. I gasped, “Their knickers and sometimes a flash of stocking top.”

“You liked that, did you?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to see my knickers and stockings?”

I could only be honest. “Yes, it would be a dream to see that.”

“It might prove a painful dream, yet. Stand up.”

I stood and my hand flew to my bottom to vainly rub the hurt away.

“Turn round, and I want you to lay over there with your head between the two piles of books.”

I was puzzled about what she could mean. I looked over towards the bookcase in the corner.

There were two piles of large textbooks of equal height spaced apart; the stacks were about a foot high. In between the piles of books, there was a folded towel.

“Lie on your back with your head on the towel, young man.”

I rushed to comply with her request and soon found myself staring at my office ceiling. Sophie came and stood over me with her feet just next to each book pile. My view was, therefore, straight up at Sophie. Her stockings, her striped bottom, and her crotch. She looked down. “Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like a closer look?”

Although I knew what was coming next, I replied very enthusiastically, “Yes, please.”

"We still have six strokes of the cane to come, a closer look will cost you a spanking and twelve strokes. Is that a price you are willing to pay?”

I said, “Yes, please,” before I had any time to think.

“Mmmm, ready?”

“Yes, totally.”

Sophie slowly, so slowly lowered herself so she was sitting on the books with her crotch just an inch from my face. With her gown around me, I was in semi-darkness. I was also in paradise; she smelt wonderful, she looked divine and I could think of no place I would rather be.

From above me, I heard, “Is this what you were trying to see?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like my thong?”

I looked and saw the front of the thong was latex with the string disappearing between her beautiful buttocks.

“It looks wonderful.”

“You may kiss your Mistress.”

With that, I lifted my head and started to slowly kiss her along the crease of her vagina through her panties. This started to get Sophie pushing down on my face. The more I kissed, the harder down she pressed. After a few minutes of this, Sophie asked, “Would you like me to remove my thong?”

“Oh yes, please.” I was expected to hear of an increase in my punishment, but nothing was said.

Sophie stood, she slowly peeled down her thong and brushed it over my nose. “Do you like the smell of me mixed with the latex?”

“It is wonderful.”

“You are a very naughty boy. I think we will have to arrange regular detention to work through this issue.”

“If you say so, Mistress.”

“I need a sit-down,” said Sophie and slowly lowered herself back over my face. Once seated, she said, “I would like you to bring me to orgasm now. Take your time.”

I got to work. My tongue flicked and teased her; she was incredibly wet, and I was getting a wet face from her. I could feel her excitement building as I slowly teased her and eventually, the dam broke and Sophie was hit with a huge orgasm. I had a bird's-eye view and what a sight it was. 

As she came back down, She announced, “Right. I would like you to worship my bottom, paying particular attention to between my buttocks.”

She repositioned herself so she was exposed to me. “Use your tongue.” I did as I was asked. I worshipped her bottom, and she tasted wonderful. She moaned and pushed down and then asked I push my tongue into her anus. I was happy to oblige. 

Eventually, Sophie stood and returned to sit at my desk. “Right. To continue with your punishment, what did we agree?”

“Twelve strokes and a spanking.”

“Ah yes, let us start with the spanking.” With that, she opened the top drawer of my desk and removed a pair of black latex gloves. “These help to protect my hands and help me to smack you all the harder, do you like?”

“Very much, Mistress.”

“I wonder if you will be saying that in a few minutes.”

She pulled on the gloves and flexed her fingers until they fitted perfectly. “Right, come and stand here next to me.”

I walked to the spot she indicated. I was stood next to her with my renewed erection pointing out. She took my penis in her hand and gently stroked it. “He seems to be enjoying himself?”

“Yes, Mistress, you are having that effect.”

“Oh, how nice, but we are not here for that, you are here to be punished. Over you go.”

I carefully arranged myself over Sophie's lap. Looking up, I could see the back of her stockinged legs. Then I felt her gloved hand massaging my bottom, which started my earlier stripes throbbing.

“Right, a long hard spanking coming up.”

There were no warmup smacks, just a flurry of smacks alternating between my buttocks. I never expected it to hurt so much, but it did. She then concentrated on one spot then another for a time. The tops of my thighs were also treated to this punishment. Tears were forming in my eyes and my bottom felt on fire. After what felt like hours but was probably five minutes, the spanking ceased.

“That is a very well-spanked bottom, very red and with six lovely stripes.”

“It feels that way too.”

“Good then, I am doing my job properly.” There was no sympathy in that voice. “We finish with twelve hard strokes of the cane. Over the desk this time, I think.”

I slowly walked around and laid myself over the desk. Sophie picked up the cane and swished it. She put her hand in front of my face. “Please kiss the hand that will punish you.”

I smelt the latex and happily complied with her request.

The hand was withdrawn, and the cane was placed onto my bottom. The first stroke was incredible; it was very painful landing on an already punished bottom. I let out a small cry and grabbed onto the desk.

“One, thank you, Mistress.”

“I will give you a thirty-second rest between each stroke, to give you time to absorb the full effect.”

The caning, therefore, lasted over the next five minutes or so. Each stroke seemed to build the fire but eventually, we reached the end. I did feel I had endured this punishment well and did maintain most of my dignity. 

“Well done, your punishment is over. Please stand.”

I slowly eased myself upright. Sophie stood beside me. She looked down and spoke, “He does not look quite so happy now.”

“He is happy it is over.”

“Would you like some cold cream on your bottom?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

“Well, I suppose you have earnt it. Follow me.”

She led me into my bedroom. “Lie face down.”

I eagerly got in position. Sophie produced a jar of cold cream and slowly massaged it into the affected areas. It was so soothing. She then started to work between my cheeks and then with her gloves still on pushed her fingers an inch or so into my anus. 

“You are very tight there.”

“You are the first to venture there.”

“Mmm, interesting, maybe next time.”

We got to know each other the way normal couples do for the rest of the evening. In the beginning, we made love very passionately and as time passed, we got to know each other more intimately. Sophie did indeed spend the night and it was wonderful.

In the morning, Sophie awoke and spoke, “The kids are back this afternoon; I need to get back and arrange things for the rest of the week. Thank you, I had a lovely time. See you tomorrow.”

And with that, she left, leaving me and my sore bottom alone.

Later that afternoon I looked into the office. On the desk, I found Sophie's latex thong she had worn with a sticky note reading: A memento.

I wondered if there would be the next time. I certainly hope so.

The End