He had called them in after a complaint from Larry Johnson, one of his largest customers, who had received a nasty letter with the latest invoice sent by one of his two 'trusty' office girls.
‘Explain to me why this letter was sent to Mr Johnson?’ he asked, holding up the offending letterhead to his two staff. He went on, ‘It reads, 'Dear Mr Johnson, we are sick and tired of your leering glances and innuendo when you visit our office. You are a lecherous old git who should know better than to look up the skirts of young girls. PS, go and pester someone of your own age.' And of course it is not signed,’ he added placing it back on his desk.
‘Which one of you is responsible?’
Both girls looked at each other but remained silent. Neville waited for one of them to own up, leaning back heavily in his chair. He was a large man approaching fifty with the bulging stomach of both middle age and over indulgence, being single, since the divorce from his second wife.
His import business was small but very profitable which he ran from a small office by himself and the two young women, Denise and Suzi, now standing uneasily before him, a practical joke having gone badly wrong.
Denise was the older of the two at twenty-two and basically ran the office side of the business whilst eighteen year-old Suzi fresh out of college and in her first job, was Denise's assistant.
Neville took off his glasses and placed them on top of the letter.
‘Mr Johnson has withdrawn his business from me over this,’ he explained, ‘so I'm afraid I won't need either of you from the end of this week.’
Denise was the first to speak.
‘You mean you're dismissing us?’ her voice was incredulous and at the same time filled with alarm. ‘Both of us?’ she asked defensively.
‘I've no choice,’ he said with a sigh, ‘without his business I can't afford to keep you on. I'll have to manage by myself as I did before I took you on.’
Suzi spoke next, distressed at the prospect of losing such a good job so soon after starting.
‘Please Neville, we didn't mean any harm. If we apologise…’
Denise interrupted her. ‘What do you mean, we. I don't know anything about all this,’ she beseeched trying to lay the blame squarely at Suzi’s door.
The look Suzi flashed her told Neville that they both knew about the letter, but the younger girl felt unable to enter into an argument with Denise over it.
‘I think it would take much more than an apology to make him change his mind,’ Neville ventured.
Denise offered a solution.
‘Why don't you just say it was a practical joke and that the letter was never meant to be sent, er... that it was just dashed off in the heat of the moment and we all regret it.’
She then added, ‘As Suzi obviously sent it out with his invoice you should sack her for being so stupid. I'm sure he would understand.’
Suddenly affronted by Denise's wish to sacrifice her so casually Suzi boiled over.
‘Well it wasn’t me who wrote the stupid letter in the first place,’ she screeched.
‘Well I didn't,’ Denise countered.
She was lying of course, that was patently obvious to Neville but she was desperate to avoid losing her job.
Her explanation about the practical joke going wrong was actually the truth, Denise had written it in a fit of pique after the horrible Mr Johnson, an ugly old man in his sixties, had quite openly stared up her skirt as she led him upstairs on his last visit. Even worse, he then complimented her on the 'wonderful' choice of sexy panties he had just witnessed and intimated that she would do very well for herself if she were to go to dinner with him. She had been incensed at the old man’s cheek!
Neville offered a lifeline.
‘Just supposing Mr Johnson was open to persuasion, there is no way an apology alone would do any good and I would need to know which one of you was responsible in the first place.’
Denise paled at the realisation that Neville wasn't just going to get rid of Suzi and let that be an end to it. She had only just finished moving into her own little apartment, and that meant she couldn't afford to lose her job and although she did write that damned letter she just had to put the blame on Suzi.
She shifted restlessly from one foot to the other inside her shiny black high heels, her very shapely long legs quivering slightly beneath her tight black skirt.
Neville stared at her intently, not at her face but as usual at her rather ample breasts accentuated by a lime green top with a low cut neckline and tight waist which she wore outside her skirt. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in large swirls of natural curls with an 'Alice band' keeping it clear of her pretty face.
Suzi also stood before him, a very worried girl. She also needed her job badly having just passed her driving test and splashing out on her first car, the repayments had to be kept up.
Denise was a slim size ten in all respects except for her over developed breasts whilst Suzi was much smaller both in height and shape, a petite size six and almost pencil thin.
She wore blue strappy high heels with matching nail polish on her toes and a near matching pleated skirt much shorter than her rival. A white blouse tucked into her skirt emphasised an attractive pair of very firm, recently ripened breasts.
Neville decided to force the issue.
‘I'll lay it on the line for you both... I have spoken to Mr Johnson and the only hope of you keeping your jobs is simple. The culprit must be made to pay, and that means bending over this desk for a good slippering from me followed by a good licking, panties down, from Mr Johnson with his belt.’
Now both girls paled, open-mouthed but silent at the suggestion. One of them would have to offer her bare bottom to Neville and that lecherous old man for him to leather with his own belt. They both shuddered simultaneously at the same thought.
Denise was just about to speak when he held up his hand, ‘I'm not finished yet,’ he continued.
‘I am very disappointed in you both, your silly pranks have put my business, which took me a long time to build, in jeopardy. You will both pay the price for that.’
He leant forward placing his chubby hands onto the top of his desk.
‘If you wish to continue your employment with me you will each have your bare bottoms spanked by me, right here and now, over my knee.’
Neville waited for his words to sink in before adding, ‘I will then hear each of your explanations before I decide which one of you will bend over this desk for Mr Johnson. The other will also be present to witness that punishment and be thankful not to be having the same.’
Both girls were speechless but Neville had not finished.
‘After that you will both express your gratitude to Mr Johnson and myself on your knees. And I'll leave you to work out what that means!’
Both girls stood motionless, silent as they took in Neville's suggestions.
‘If you do not accept any part of this punishment then you will go and clear your desk now and leave immediately.’
Again Denise was the first to speak.
‘Wha … you mean … you're going to spank us both and then let that horrible man take his belt to one of us?’ Her voice was wavering from shock, ‘and then we have to give you a blow job for letting us keep our jobs?’
‘Yuk!’ Suzi interjected, ‘you're old enough to be my dad. And that lecherous pig is as old as my granddad.’ She puffed her chest out in disgust. ‘No way am I going down on HIM!’
Neville remained adamant. ‘You know the alternative.’
Denise again attempted to deflect blame onto Suzi. ‘It's all her fault,’ she insisted, ‘it should be her getting punished, not me.’
Suzi reacted quickly.
‘It was you who wrote the letter, just because he looked up your prissy little skirt and saw your knickers; big deal. He'll see a lot more than knickers when he takes his belt off to one of us.’ She was equally keen to have her colleague take the heat. ‘It should be you,’ she squealed at her, ‘I didn't do anything wrong.’
Denise responded.
‘It was you who actually posted it, you stupid bitch. It was only meant to be a joke. I didn't think you would actually send it to him.’
Neville took control of the situation.
‘That's enough, girls. Now it's make your mind up time. I've heard your explanations and I will decide which one of you will have her bottom presented to Mr Johnson. Meanwhile you will both either go over my knee or you are free to leave, Suzi you will be first. Come here, my girl.’
He pushed back his chair as Suzi reluctantly shuffled around his desk to stand alongside his bulky frame. Even in her high heels, Neville seated was as tall as her standing up and in stature he dwarfed the slip of a girl.
Suzi stared down into his lap at his huge thighs clad in the baggy beige serge of his suit trousers which he always seemed to wear, his feet shod in huge brown brogues planted firmly on the floor; slightly apart to create a wide platform for her to bend over. It was ironic, she thought, that at eighteen she was about to go over a man's knee to be spanked for the first time in her life. She couldn't believe she was agreeing to it.
‘Over my knee, Suzi,’ Neville said simply.
She bent forward with her small hands perched onto his huge thigh to lower herself over and again stared into his lap, certain that she had detected a movement inside his crotch area.
Neville hardly noticed her slight weight as she settled into position across his knees thrusting her hands forward towards the floor for support. He also had detected the movement as his manhood reacted to the sight of the pretty girl lying bottom up waiting for his attention. She had long legs for such a small girl and very shapely stretching out rod-straight to the floor where her toes poked out of her strappy shoes into the carpet.
Her little blue skirt had ridden up her thighs to just below the under-curve of her provocative bottom barely hiding her nether charms from him. His chubby fingers quivering in anticipation as he reached for the hem of her pleated mini-skirt, sliding it up her legs and over her twin hemispheres, right up her back until it strained against the belt holding it up. Her pretty pink panties formed a tiny 'vee' from between her legs to her hips where its thin string of a waistband encircled her slim form, the skimpy material edged in fine lace.
The tail of her white blouse protruded like a frill from beneath her raised skirt and Neville clamped his free hand around her tiny waist to secure her to his huge knee. He placed his other hand across the tiny seat of her panties which seemed big enough to spank both her cheeks at the same time, and swung it high into the air bringing it down with a hefty 'SLAPP!' in the middle of her left mound.
Suzi’s legs kicked upwards in a series of involuntary moves as the next 'SLAPP!' arrived across the other side of her bottom.
Two smacks for her left cheek and two for her right cheek quickly followed.
‘Oooooww … oooow!’ she squealed trying to squirm off his lap but his grip was too powerful for her.
Several more slaps arrived rapidly and her legs were back in play, reacting to the heat generated on her posterior. Neville casually noticed that she still had the price sticker on the sole of one of her dainty high heels indicating they were the result of a recent shopping spree!
Denise stood on the other side of his desk with both hands to her lips clasped together almost in prayer. Suzi’s head was out of sight behind the desk but her little panty clad sit upon was very visible perched on the top of her bosses knee. His large hand continued smacking her bottom very efficiently and she knew that within minutes she would be bent over in exactly the same way, and that very same large hand would be smacking her own bottom!
Neville stopped suddenly and Suzi thought it was over until he hooked his fingers into the flimsy string forming the waistband of her little panties and slid the tiny slip of material down her legs to her knees.
‘Pants down young lady,’ he confirmed. Her slim arms raced to the rear in some futile gesture with a squeaky ‘No… p .. please no don't … p..please.’ but it was hopeless.
Having such a slim body meant the 'fruit' of her womanhood was displayed proudly at the base of her bottom curve and fully on view to him. Neville inspected the little gem before resuming spanking her directly to her bare backside.
His hand now make a crisp staccato sound as he applied bare hand to bare bottom and she squealed louder and longer between each spank kicking her little toes hard against the carpet.
The bulge in his trousers was growing rapidly, pressing into her delicate midriff as she wriggled on his lap.
Denise had moved her hands to her own bottom, unconsciously rubbing the back of her skirt as she witnessed Suzi's twin mounds turn from cherry red to crimson to vermilion. She could also see the girl's intimate area and shivered at the realisation that Neville, over twice her age, would soon be seeing her own maidenly charms. Her face flushed a deep red!
Neville decided he had spanked her enough and gently steadied her back onto her small feet. Her panties immediately slid to the floor and her skirt cascaded back into place but not before he had sight of her dark pubic triangle tantalisingly giving way to her pouting entrance.
As the young girl backed away from him still rubbing her rear ferociously he looked directly towards Denise who still had her hands clamped to her own bottom in imaginary pain.
‘Come here my girl. Your turn,’ he ordered.
Her stomach churned but she couldn't move; her legs although knocking together at the knees rooted to the spot.
‘Come here at once, young lady,’ he barked again making her jump into action. She stumbled around the desk to the side of his chair and with her head bowed looked, as Suzi did, into his massive lap, his knees slightly apart ready to support her as she went over.
Whenever he spoke to Denise he looked directly at her large breasts always over emphasised by the tightness of her blouses or the low cut of her tops. This time he looked at the tight black skirt rising from just above her knees to her slim waist and wondered how best to tackle her.
‘Lift up your skirt, Denise,’ he said indicating with an upward flick of his chubby hand.
She responded by holding each side of the tight skirt, weaving her hips to work it slowly up to her waist. The vision was majestic as her hem rose in front of him to reveal her magnificent legs and then the front panel of her black lace panties. She tucked her skirt up under the lime green bodice-top where it stayed hugged tightly around her waist. Her panties were now on full view to him, her seemingly endless legs tapering down to her shiny black high-heeled shoes.
‘Over my knee,’ he commanded tapping his thigh.
Again she became rooted to the spot.
‘Over my knee, Denise,’ he repeated, stirring her into action.
She moved forward and he pulled her across his lap, head sinking towards the carpet whilst her bottom reared upwards on his knee in the perfect spanking position. Her silky black panties had tightened as she had bent over partially disappearing into the cleft between her bulging cheeks, Neville swallowed hard at the magnificent view she had presented to him.
His shaft hardened into steel, protruding against his trousers and pressing hard against her womanly assets. Her ample breasts were squashed against his left knee and her equally ample bottom cheeks quivered like a jelly atop his right knee. Neville smoothed his hand across the seat of her silk panties, hardly able to believe his luck at having the beautiful Denise spread across his lap with her delightful derriere upended for his pleasure.
His hand tested the seat of her knickers with two good slaps to each side of her cleft making her jump in surprise.
‘Oow … oow!’ she squawked digging the pointed toes of her high heels into the carpet.
He paddled her bulging cheeks two each side and almost climaxed at the sight of her well-rounded orbs jiggling beneath his bear-paw of a hand.
‘Oooow … yeeeoooww … oooow … oooouuuucccchhh!’ she squealed in an ever increasing pitch as both her legs rose up with the long heels of her elegant shoes waving towards the ceiling as she swished them back and forth in a scissor like motion.
Neville gripped her tightly as his spanking hand reached for the elastic of her panties and began to tug them down. The expected resistance came in the form of renewed wriggling and her hand struggling with his to prevent the downward path of her sexy knickers.
‘I said I would spank your bottom with your panties down young lady,’ he explained, winning the struggle, ‘and down they will go.’
Denise instinctively clamped her thighs together tightly to prevent him seeing her private area and in effect pushed up her smarting bottom as she tensed her cheeks together.
‘Oooow … yeeeoooww … oooow … oooouuuucccchhh!’
His large hand spanked her firmly and quickly on the pinnacle of each exquisite mound animating the lower half of her slim body.
‘Oooooow … yeeeoooww … oooow … oooouuuucccchhh!’ She squealed, wriggling her naked pussy fur against the harsh material of his trousers as the heat raged across her behind causing her legs and cheeks to splay apart involuntarily.
Her moist 'woman-fruit' hove into view providing evidence of her excitement.
‘Oooooow … yeeeoooww … oooow … oooouuuucccchhh!’
The crisp spanks of his bare hand on her bare end punctuating each squeal.
He helped her up onto her tottering heels and savoured the view of her unprotected pubic bush, just as he had with Suzi, as she rubbed her behind before she realised her nakedness and slid her skirt down into place before pulling up her knickers.
Both young girls stood before him working hard on their sore bottoms.