“This complaint is from a bigger customer, Lucy!” he told her on their Zoom call.

“Same behavior?” the web developer asked.

“Yes. Everything’s fine until they click ‘Submit’ at the end. The app freezes, and the order doesn’t go through. We need to get this fixed immediately! Do you have any ideas as to what it could be yet?” Sam asked.

“Nothing I’m hopeful about,” she replied with a frustrated look.

“Well, get busy!” he said before closing the Zoom screen.

He sat in his office, despairing over the disconnect created by people working from home. It started with the pandemic, but every one of his developers had asked to continue as they found they could concentrate more without the disturbance of ambient office noise, visitors, and phone calls interrupting them. He had to admit the quality of their work hadn’t suffered, and the amount of code they wrote had increased as a result, but when he needed to get an important point across, the distance didn’t help, and this was one of those times.

Lucy got off the call feeling despondent about her inability to solve the problem, made worse by her feelings for her boss, Sam. He usually had nothing but praise for her, and she basked in it, but she hated it when she could feel his irritation in these rare instances. She didn’t want to let him down, ever.

‘Zoom call?’ the text said the following day, and he immediately initiated the connection, which Lucy accepted promptly.

“Where are you at, Lucy?” he asked when he saw her face.

“I’m … at home, like always?” she replied, taking his question too literally.

“I mean with the code fix!” he clarified, wondering if that sort of disconnect was due to the remote working environment or just another quirk of dealing with computer programmers.

“I think I’ve found it, Sam,” she said happily. “That code we implemented for those customers who wanted another confirmation after the ‘Submit’ command was somehow partially implemented on three other sites. The two we know about and one other. They click ‘Submit,’ and it’s looking for the ‘Are you sure?’ code, but it’s not there, so it just freezes.”

“How could that happen?”

“That’s a different question that I’ll get on right after we fix these three sites. I just moved the code to the testing system, and Raj is testing it now. If all is okay, we’ll transport it into Production tonight.”

“We should hold off transporting any other changes until you’ve figured out how this happened. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. She liked calling him ‘sir’ when he’d given her a direct command.

Raj completed the testing successfully, confirming that the conflicting code had created the problem. She gathered the necessary paperwork, got the approvals, and scheduled the transport for that night when no users would be on the system.

Her task for the morning would be to figure out how it had happened. She had a clue but genuinely hoped she was wrong, as she was the one who may have created the problem. She didn’t sleep any better that night despite having fixed the problem, and the more she thought about it, the more certain she became that it was her fault.

“Everything go okay with the transport last night?” Sam asked on their morning call.

“Yes. Raj did a test in Production just to be sure.”

“Any ideas on the cause?”

“I have one I’m going to check out this morning,” she replied. “I have to run. Someone’s at my door!” she said, and seeing his acknowledgment, she ran off to see who it was.

“Sam?” a secretary said at his door, “Mr. Benson wants you in the weekly meeting. Now!”

He grabbed his notebook and headed for the conference room, pretty sure that the problem with the eCommerce site was the reason for his summons. Knowing they’d fixed it was only half the problem, as he’d likely have to sit through admonitions for the fact that it happened at all, regardless of how quickly they’d responded.

Lucy opened the door to find a package on the welcome mat and picked it up, smiling at the return address. She decided to wait to open it until after she’d explored her idea of how the code had become conflicted. The contents might come in handy if she turned out to be right.

Returning to her desk, the black screen of the Zoom app told her that Sam had signed off, so she left the app up as she expected to be calling him again soon and started investigating the checkout system. The software library’s checkout system was designed to prevent two developers from simultaneously working on the same code. Only one developer could have the code at a time, thereby blocking another from working on code that had been checked out.

Looking through the activity logs, she recalled what had happened that afternoon when faced with a planned outage of the system for maintenance. She’d copied the code to her PC so she could continue working uninterrupted. It was strictly against the rules of change management, but being one of the most senior developers, she thought she was above such rules, and that belief had created this situation.

She was beside herself with shame. She’d berated other programmers when they suggested taking shortcuts like this, and now she was guilty of doing it, creating a problem that could have lost them a customer. There was only one thing for her to do.

Lucy was in her mid-thirties, never married, and never even had a lasting relationship with a man. There was one many years ago that looked promising, but she’d made the mistake of revealing a quirk of hers too early.

She wasn’t a beauty queen, but she had her physical attributes. She had a cute face framed by the right hairstyle that could be quite attractive; not gorgeous, but appealing. She was overweight by more than a few pounds, but not fat. She kept up a regimen of exercise that avoided that ‘fat’ label and left her with lots of pleasing curves despite her weight.

Generous tits that were more than a handful stood proud and firm on her chest, below which was a rounded tummy that could look cute in the right light, but she didn’t think so. Soft shapely thighs led to a pretty pussy with a clean line defining the slit between lusciously plump lips that all too seldom attracted an adventurous tongue to explore the pink inner folds. She kept it shaved clean and smooth, hoping someday another tongue would sample it, but in the meantime, she also liked the intimate touch of a bare mons.

What she considered her best physical feature was her soft, round bottom. Her exercises included more routines to ensure her cheeks remained perfectly round and smooth, with no sagging. Sumptuous globes of tender flesh were appreciated by the few lovers she’d had. She loved it when they’d grab both cheeks to pull her body against theirs, and the more painful the squeeze, the better she liked it, though she fantasized about a different sort of pain imparted to her ‘naughty bottom.’

For as long as she could remember, she’d had an interest in spanking, long before she understood its sexual side. She’d read a definition of the term ‘spanko’ and considered herself among their numbers. By the time she’d gone to college with all the rampant sex going on around her, it wasn’t conventional sex that stirred her dreams like her classmates. For various situations and reasons, it was having her panties taken down for an old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking that got her panties wet.

Her earlier fantasies involved short, to-the-point punishment for whatever imagined transgression she was guilty of, but that changed once she started spanking herself. While others would start self-spanking to find out if they liked it, she was positive she would, and that one instance where she convinced a guy to put her over his knee cemented it.

Hoping it would lead to ‘real’ sex, he’d accepted her claim of naughtiness and had her across his knee with her sexy, bare bottom staring up at him. A few tentative spanks had her encouraging him to do it harder, but a dozen or so smacks later, he got up, dumping her on the floor, and walked out, calling her a ‘weirdo.’

After that brief but exciting experience, she wasn’t willing to wait for the next guy who may or may not be willing to partake in her fantasy, so she started self-spanking. She used just her hand the first few times, but thinking it might feel more realistic to use an implement, she tried wooden spoons and spatulas from the kitchen. Before long, she had quite a collection of hairbrushes and paddles.

She’d conduct a solo fantasy enactment with a variety of men she liked, the spanking retribution for some imagined rule-breaking. It always finished with her fingers in her pussy and rubbing her clit until she came. These fantasies always had the underlying premise that she liked and wanted to get spanked.

On occasion, however, she’d be truly punishing herself for something she’d done wrong. These were longer, more severe sessions after which she denied herself the joy of an orgasm. It was this type of spanking she felt she deserved now for the mistake that jeopardized several customers. It would be long and hard, and the only pleasure she’d allow herself was the use of the new leather paddle that had just arrived.

She opened the box, retrieved the paddle, and returned to her work desk. She pulled her pants and panties down and lay across the seat of her chair. She imagined it was the lap of her dishy boss, Sam, and after stabilizing her position, she began.

Reaching back with her right hand, she alternated cheeks as she brought the paddle down as hard as she could, given the unnatural position. When her arm got tired, she’d switch to the other, the near cheek always getting smacked a little harder than the other, scolding herself while acting both parts at once.

“What were you thinking, Lucy!” she questioned in her boss’s role.

“I don’t know! Ow! I’m sorry! Please don’t spank me so hard, Sam!” she replied as herself.

“You know the rules and procedures and why we have them! Do you think you’re above following our rules here?”

“No! Please stop! I’m sorry!”

“I won’t stop until you’ve got a bright red bottom, young lady!”

When the dialog stopped it was only for a minute or two while she concentrated on beating her bottom into submission. While she denied herself the ultimate pleasure when it was a punishment spanking, that didn’t mean she didn’t get aroused, and this time was no different. She wasn’t even halfway through, and her pussy was dripping.

After more than two hours, Sam returned to his office thankful only that the meeting was over. He’d been correct about the reason for his presence, but he hadn’t expected the CEO to have him stay for the whole meeting. He fell into his high-back executive chair and closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. He returned to work several minutes later, unlocking his PC from the automatic timeout. As soon as the screen came to life, he couldn’t believe his eyes and ears.

At first, all he saw was a hand holding something and repeatedly striking what he finally figured out was a small sliver of someone’s naked ass as seen over the edge of a desk. The hand was holding a paddle that was rhythmically and severely applied to the proffered bottom. The visual was shocking enough, but the dialog made it even stranger.

“I’m sorry, sir! I won’t do it again! Please stop spanking me, Sam!”

“No, this is to ensure you never try a stunt like that again, Lucy!”

Slowly, he began to put the pieces together. Apparently, he and Lucy hadn’t properly closed their Zoom meeting when they’d been suddenly interrupted. That’s why he was seeing and hearing this extraordinary spectacle, but what was he seeing? Was she actually scolding and spanking herself? That was the oddest part of the whole scene.

“Lucy?” he questioned without thinking. “Is that you?” he asked. The spanking stopped immediately, and a few seconds later, a hand crept onto the desk, grabbing the mouse. He saw her eyes briefly over the edge of the desk before the screen went dark. Realizing how embarrassed she must be, he wished he’d just closed the screen himself without Lucy knowing what he’d seen.

Her face was as red as her bottom from shame and embarrassment. This made her coding mistake seem like nothing by comparison. Not only was she seen doing something she wouldn’t want anyone to see, the person who caught her was the very person whose persona she’d borrowed for her one-person play.

Still trying to figure out how to unravel this mess, another Zoom call was requested. Thankfully, it wasn’t Sam, and she declined the connection. Getting back in her chair, the stinging pain in her bottom reminding her this was all too real, she turned her ‘Out of Office’ message on, logged out of all systems, and shut her computer down.

With tears streaming down her face, she retreated to her bedroom, climbed into the queen-sized bed, and cried. She hadn’t harbored any honest thoughts that the fantasy with Sam might someday come true, but now the fantasy was destroyed as well, not to mention the friendship she felt she had with him. They’d worked together for many years, and she always enjoyed talking to him regardless of the situation. She believed that he, too, enjoyed their conversations, but not anymore. That evening, she lay atop a pile of pillows intending to punish herself again, but as that is what had caused this mortifying situation, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  

Sam rolled his chair back from his desk, shaking his head and still trying to fathom what he’d just seen. From her scolding comments, he could imagine that she had made the mistake that created the problem she had now fixed. Lucy was a very responsible person who took her work seriously, and he could understand that she’d be very angry with herself if she’d created such a problem through her carelessness, but spanking herself for it? That didn’t fit within the image of her he had.

Apart from being his most trusted developer, she was also a personal favorite insofar as personality was concerned. She was always upbeat, regardless of how dire a situation might be, which he appreciated over the upset, worrying, hand-wringing, or angry attitudes of others when a problem presented itself. As a result, she was often the first person he went to, regardless of who he thought might be responsible, though he frequently questioned his motives for doing so.

Truth be told, were their working relationship different, he could see himself romantically involved with her. Aside from her personality, he also found her physically attractive, her plump curves arousing when he imagined being able to explore them. A contrast to his last girlfriend, with whom he’d shared a decade-long live-in liaison and whose body made him the envy of others. He recalled fondly how supportive Lucy had been in the aftermath when she’d left him.

When his attention returned to the spanking, he wondered about her intentions, knowing that some enjoyed such painful games. More than once, he’d imagined giving his ex-girlfriend a playful spanking when she had been seemingly intentionally ‘naughty,’ but he worried that she’d misread his actions, getting quite angry about it.

He figured it had to be something she enjoyed to inflict such discipline, painful or otherwise, on herself. As that realization hit, he thought of the full round bottom he’d imagined caressing or squeezing during the occasional fantasy he’d conjure involving Lucy. As she’d used his name in her imaginary punishment, he assumed that she’d fantasized about him spanking her.

Still, this was all conjecture, leaving him unsure about what to do next. He was sure she’d decline any attempt at direct communication from him, but maybe a letter or email could be more supportive. Choosing an email as more timely, he sent it using their personal email addresses to avoid any record of it in Company archives.

“Dear Lucy,” it started, making it more friendly than a work communique.

“I am so sorry about what happened. I think I know the reason for what you were doing, and I want you to know, however serious it might be, I won’t be angry with you. I value our friendship highly and don’t want to see it affected by this, so I’m offering to help you in any way I can. Really, Lucy, I’m ready to give you whatever you need to make you happy!

“I won’t try to contact you unless there’s a company matter that won’t wait, and leave it to you to reach out to me when you’re ready. Sincerely, Sam.”

He read it over several times to be sure it imparted his forgiveness and opened the door to what he hoped she wanted from him. He clicked ‘send’ and tried to return to work, but that proved more difficult as she continually returned to his thoughts.

She read the email on her phone the next day, gradually becoming more hopeful that she’d interpreted his message correctly. He’d certainly expressed his thoughts of friendship stronger than ever before, despite him being her boss, but was he actually ready to do ‘anything?’ Images of her bent over his knee came unbidden, and she closed the email to stop that notion from gaining ground.

Two more days passed when she worked half-heartedly, returning to reread his email with the unrealistic hope that his real intention would suddenly become clear. By Thursday evening, her shame had reduced to the point where she could give herself a ‘good’ spanking.

Lying across the bench from her vanity gave her the best impression of being taken over someone’s knee, Sam’s knee, hopefully. The new paddle lay on the floor, and after reaching back to pull her pajama pants and panties down, she grabbed it and rested it against her right bottom cheek. Rubbing the side with the tooled leather on her tingling cheek, her breathing quickened as she anticipated what she’d denied herself for several days.

Lifting the paddle, she brought it down with enough force to make it hurt and sting just right. She repeated it on the other cheek, welcoming the pain. Back and forth, she spanked each cheek in turn, only switching hands when her dominant hand got tired. Spanking with her left hand didn’t feel as good as with her right; the force, angle, and accuracy were not quite as good.

She’d delivered nearly a hundred swats when she switched to giving several on one cheek in a row. Seen as a reward for taking her paddling, this was her favorite. The accumulated sting was somehow more delicious and made even better by increasing the pace. After a total of around two hundred, she stopped but stayed in position. She wouldn’t be allowed to get up without permission.

After an appropriate wait, she’d be allowed to rub her red bottom, and both hands fulfilled that need, rubbing and squeezing her stinging cheeks. A few moments later, she threaded her right hand under her body to finger her pussy. This was the ultimate pleasure, being fingered to orgasm while still over his lap, possibly being spanked as well. She spanked as hard as she could with her left hand while fingers rubbed her wet pussy, slipping inside often to drive her to an incredible climax as she imagined herself over Sam’s knee.

Rereading Sam’s email one more time, she concluded that he was probably offering to give her what she truly wanted. Still, if she was wrong, the conversation couldn’t be any more embarrassing than what had already happened, and she wouldn’t take the chance of missing out if she was right. She resolved to call him in the morning.

Sam arrived at work Friday morning with strong TGIF sentiments, as the week had been a real challenge in more ways than one. It wasn’t like he had any grand plans for the weekend but two days at home doing nothing would be reward enough for the week’s difficulties. He’d barely sat down and logged in when he got a text from Lucy.

‘Zoom call?’

He didn’t bother responding to the text and opened a Zoom session immediately, smiling when he saw Lucy’s face, though not with her usual happy demeanor.

“Hello, Lucy! It’s good to see your face again!” he said happily.

“You too, sir,” she said, her face brightening slightly. “I’m … I’m sorry you had to see what I was doing on Monday. I should …” she started.

“No, Lucy! It is I who should apologize. I should have just closed the call down rather than interrupt your … your privacy.”

“Okay. We’re both sorry, so we can leave it at that. I got your email, and I was happy to hear you say you value our friendship because I do, too,” she replied.

“I do, Lucy! I think you know how I enjoy our calls! Is there anything I can do to make you feel better about this?” he asked, making his vague offer yet again.

“Your email said you’d do whatever it takes to make me happy,” she wanted to continue but was still afraid of the response.

“I meant that. Whatever it takes,” he added, trying to emphasize the word ‘whatever’ in the hope she knew what he meant. He could see her nervousness in her face and body language and decided she’d not likely come right out and ask him what she wanted. “Lucy, I’m gonna go way out on a limb here! You were obviously punishing yourself for something, and hearing you, including my name, made me think you wished I was the one punishing you?” he finished as a question. Again, she didn’t respond. “Okay, straight to the point now. Lucy, would you like me to give you a spanking?” Still no response. “Because I will if you want it. I don’t care if it’s punishment or something you like; I’m willing to do it!”

“Yes, sir,” she finally replied, a small smile forming.

“Would you like me to come to your house and spank you?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with the smile spreading.

“Tonight?”

“Tomorrow? Around nine o’clock?” she countered, wanting to be sure there was no evidence left of last night’s paddling.

“Okay!” he said with relief and continued in a manner he hoped she’d appreciate. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Lucy! I’m coming over tomorrow night to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking on your bare bottom!”

“Yes, sir!” she said, her smile beaming now.

“Good! And make sure you’re ready for me!” he instructed, having no idea what being ready for a spanking meant.

“I will, sir! I’ll see you tomorrow! Goodbye,” she finished, closing the Zoom window.

“Holy shit!” she said aloud to herself when the call ended. She was so nervous to make the call, even during the call, until he clarified his intentions, but now she was ecstatic. Her gamble had paid off, and now the man she’d most want to give herself to was coming over to give her what she wanted most from him.

Later that evening, she let her thoughts dwell on Saturday night. Ordinarily, when she was this happy, she’d celebrate with some light spanking interspersed between playing with herself until she came repeatedly, but this was different. She would save herself for Sam.

Saturday morning, she worked out what being ‘ready’ meant, and apart from tidying her modest home, the only other preparations related to where and in what positions. Initially, she thought she’d place one of her dining room chairs conspicuously in the middle of the living room, but feeling that was too overt, she opted for the comfort of the sofa for the beginning. She put out some wine glasses and a bottle of Cabernet, knowing it was Sam’s favorite, which would hopefully promote a sexy atmosphere. He hadn’t said anything about what they’d do afterward, but she’d direct him if that’s what it took.

When it came to baring her bottom, she’d suggest a move to her bedroom where she’d strip naked and remove his clothes as well if he hadn’t done so himself. She placed her vanity bench at the end of her bed, knowing from experience it was just the right height for her purposes.

The time was almost near, so she took a shower, having to avoid the usual temptation to pleasure herself. She’d already decided what she would wear, having selected a flimsy short skirt and a tight pullover top to show off her braless tits. Pawing through her underwear drawer, she wanted her panties to be just right. Finally, she selected a pair in sheer pale pink with gathers on the center back that would make them cling to her cheeks, emphasizing the deep cleft between. She put them on and modeled them in the mirror, satisfied with her choice, knowing the sheer pink fabric would enhance the color of her reddening cheeks.

She was ready a full half hour before he would arrive and panicked a little when her doorbell rang ten minutes earlier than she was expecting him. She looked through the peephole to be sure it was him and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.

“Hello, sir!” she said gleefully.

“Hello, Lucy! I’m sorry I’m a little early, but I just couldn’t wait in the car another minute,” he said.

“I’m glad you’re here!” she said, overjoyed at his impatience to get started, though not likely matching her own.

“You look beautiful, Lucy!” he said, bringing a demure smile to her face.

“Thank you. You look handsome, as always,” she replied with that same smile. “Would you like some wine?”

“Yes, thank you,” he answered, following her to the sofa where the wine was uncorked and ready. “You know, I’ve wished we could get together like this for a long time. To us!” he added, offering a toast as he took his glass from Lucy.

“Me too! But I bet you weren’t envisioning it for this reason!” she said, hoping it would start the ball rolling.

“No, I didn’t, but now that I have, I’m happy it came about this way,” he started and took another sip of wine. “Had I known, there were many times when your behavior would have earned you a trip over my knee!”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, biting the corner of her lip. “Are you going to take me over your knee tonight? For a spanking?”

“Yes, I am, Lucy! Shall we start right here?” he said, shifting back on the sofa and offering his lap.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a quivering voice, anticipating the realization of her dream.

She’d been sure to sit on his right so she could easily lay herself across his knees. She extended her hand and he took it to guide her over. Taking hold of her sides, he moved her a little further forward so her bottom was perched atop his right thigh.

‘Oh my God! Finally!’ she thought to herself as his left arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him, and his right hand rested on her bottom.

“You’re getting a spanking for being a naughty girl, Lucy. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir! I’m sorry! Spank me! Spank me!” she cried, repeating lines she’d said only to herself before but were now so much more exciting.

Sam lifted his hand and brought it down firmly on the fleshy top of her cheek. Lucy gasped once and again when the other cheek received the same. He continued at a leisurely pace on alternate cheeks at first, but then with a random pattern, a single cheek getting two or three smacks before switching sides.

Lucy was beside herself with joy. It was everything she imagined and more, and she was looking forward to getting it on her bare bottom. Each electrifying spank sent a thrill through her body, especially to her pussy.

Sam was surprised at how much he was enjoying it as well. He didn’t think he’d hate it but saw it more as doing something for Lucy, deriving his pleasure from hers. He loved how her fleshy cheeks jiggled and bounced, experimenting with different targets for his hand. Every time his hand connected just right with her bottom, she’d lift her hips, begging for more. He didn’t want to rush it but was anxious to get a better view of her bottom.

“I think it’s time to lift your skirt!” he said after several minutes of continuous spanking.

“Yes, sir. And … and you can spank me har … harder if you want to. I’ve been a bad girl!” she pled, getting even more pleasure from speaking about it openly with a real person.

“Oh God,” he said when he saw her in the tight, pink panties that emphasized the shapely, round cheeks he’d only imagined before. He could already see a bit of color coming through the sheer fabric, as Lucy had foreseen.

She sighed loudly, pressing her cheeks into the palms that caressed her bottom. She felt a little sting, but mostly the soft touch of his hands caressing her tender flesh.

“On your panties now, Lucy. Ready?”

“Yes, sir! I deserve to get spanked! OH!” she yipped with the first as the sound of the word ‘spank’ was more exciting when she wasn’t saying it to herself.

The spanking resumed, and both enjoyed it so much more, with her bottom exposed in her pretty, pink panties. When he struck the lower part of her cheeks, he could see the undulating waves flow up and then back to his hand, striking again and repeating the sensuous display. He couldn’t wait to see her bare bottom, hoping he’d get to do more than spank it.

“Oh, yeah! Spank me!” she cried as she lifted her hips, begging for more, and got it with a quicker pace and the harder smacks she’d asked for. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be finally getting the spanking she’d wanted for so many years. Only now did she notice the decidedly damp feeling between her legs. She spread her legs apart, hoping to invite teasing touches.

The move didn’t escape his notice, and he stopped spanking to enjoy the feel of her warm bottom again. His hand slid down her cheeks with his middle finger tracing the cleft her panties accentuated until it felt the moist fabric between her legs. Lucy gasped and rocked her hips forward, opening herself up to him as his finger traced a different cleft between the wet lips of her pussy.

“You must be really enjoying this, Lucy!” he said as his finger pressed harder in her slit. “Maybe it’s time to take your panties down?”

“Yes, but not here!” she said through panting breaths, savoring the touch of his finger for a moment longer before sliding off his lap and standing.

She held out her hand and led him to the bedroom when he took it. Standing beside the vanity bench, she put her arms around his waist and hugged him with her head on his shoulder. She wanted him to know she was ready to go well beyond the spanking and turned her face up to his. He bent slightly to press his lips lightly to hers with several short kisses before he took her face in his hands and mashed his lips into hers for a long, passionate one.

Pulling away, she started opening his shirt, running her hands over his nearly bare chest to push it off his shoulders. Kneeling, she worked on the opening of his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and after a few strokes over the bulge in the tight, black briefs he hoped she’d find sexy, she stood to face him again.

Taking his cue, he reached for the hem of her top, her erect nipples proudly poking through, and pulled it up over her head with her ample tits bouncing free. He felt her fingers in his hair when he bent to kiss and lick the pointy tips, his hands lifting and squeezing the hefty orbs to her appreciative moans.

Kneeling with his hands sliding down her back to fall on her bounteous bottom, he gripped her cheeks as he leaned in to plant a single lingering kiss on her pretty pussy. He looked up at her and smiled as his hands tugged the taut panties down to her feet, where she stepped out of them. Still looking up at her, he leaned in again to first kiss her swollen lips and then run his tongue through her weeping slit several times to her grateful sighs.

With her fingers still in his hair, she pulled up gently, encouraging him to stand, and when he did, he took her now naked body in his arms and hugged her tightly while plunging his tongue into her mouth for another long, lustful kiss.

“I’m not a bad girl anymore,” she said as she pulled away, staring into his green eyes. “I’m just a girl who wants to get spanked! Take me over your knee and spank me again, Sam! Spank me hard!” she pled, her pussy getting wetter just making the request.

“With pleasure, Lucy!” he said as he sat on the end of the padded bench. He took her hand and helped her into position, his free hand on her tits supporting her weight as she lay. She squirmed on his lap as his hands roamed her nude body freely and lifted her hips when he pressed his face into each sumptuous cheek. She looked back to see his hand raised.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes!” she cried when the first of several harder spanks landed on the lower part of both cheeks at once.

“SO! You LIKE to be SPANKED?” he asked with spanks accenting words. “HM? TELL me! TELL me WHAT you WANT!”

“Oh God, Sam! Spank me! Spank me hard! Harder!” she begged as the spanks came both harder and faster. So much better than she imagined, she could feel the climax building, a jolt with each astonishing smack on her bare ass going straight to her pussy. She spread her legs to encourage him to give some attention to her dripping slit. He took the hint but only with an occasional tease of his fingers through her slit while he concentrated on her gorgeous bottom, shaking every which way under his punishing hand.

“Oh yeah! That’s it!” she exclaimed when his finger slipped into her tight sheath and stayed there longer than before. “Make me cum! While you’re spanking me!”

After plunging his fingers into her a few times, he’d pull them out and run through her slit, teasing her clit. The pattern repeated while his left hand randomly spanked her bright red cheeks. Her hips jerked up and down, responding to extended clit play or a few well-placed smacks of his hand. Noticing she reacted more to his fingers on her clit, he left them there, amping up her reaction further still.

“Oh fuck! Don’t st … stop! Oh my! Oh! Oh! Ho! Ho! Ha! Ungh! Oh my ahhhhmmm!” she screamed as several spurts of clear fluid sprayed his hand still between her legs.

“Oh my God, Lucy! You squirted! I’ve never seen that before!”

“Neither. Have. I!” she gasped in clipped words between panting breaths. “Ohhh, that feels so good!” she responded to his gentle, comforting caresses of her hot stinging bottom.

“You’re butt is really red! Do you want me to rub some lotion on it?”

“No,” she said, rolling over in his lap to face him. “I want the sting to remind me of this as long as possible!” she added just before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him for a long but gentle kiss.

She sat up, put her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulders.

“Oh my God, that was SO much better than I imagined! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, but I quite enjoyed it myself!”

“Yeah,” she started as she slid off his lap to kneel between his legs. “I could feel your ‘enjoyment’ poking me in the side!” she giggled with a cute smile while reaching for the waist of his briefs.

He lifted his hips to allow her to take them off and lay back with his elbows on the bench supporting him. Her tits rested on his thighs as she bent to take him in her mouth. With one hand wrapped around the base, the rest was treated to her lips and tongue as they glided up and down his thick, rigid shaft a dozen or so times before stopping.

“Will you do one more thing for me?” she asked.

“Of course!”

“Will you fuck me?” she asked with pleading eyes.

His smile was all the answer she needed, and they both stood, falling comfortably into each other’s arms for another kiss, this time not so gentle.

“How do you want …” he started as they separated.

“Like this?” she begged as she stood at the side of the bed, bending to place her hands on the surface and spreading her legs.

He moved behind her, cock in hand, and running it up and down her slit, he coated its tip with her abundant juice. Arching her back, she offered her seething slot to him and asked again to be fucked. Granting her request, he pushed in slowly, staring at her pussy as it stretched to accommodate his stout girth.

“Oh my God, Sam!” she cried as his hips met hers with his cock tightly encased in her silky, smooth pussy.

“Ohh, you feel so good, Lucy!” he sighed as he pulled out an inch or so and slid easily back in.

It had been quite a long time since he’d done this, and he hoped his usual stamina would hold up. A little further each time, he’d retreat and charge back in, their hips slapping together harder with each thrust.

“Oh yeah! That’s it! Pound my pussy!” she said as she felt another climax building quickly. “Oh fuck!” she cried as his finger reached around and found her clit. Moments later, she came, gasping and grunting unintelligible words.

Holding her hips with both hands, he pulled her onto his cock to meet each thrust. He could feel the end coming and held on as long as he could as his cock, like a jackhammer, beat her pussy into submission.

Feeling completely spent, she let him take over, feeling another orgasm on the way. Both gasping as the exertion became harder to maintain, she screamed as he stepped up the pace again, but only for a few seconds until she felt his seed spraying inside her, triggering an even better climax than the last.

His hips jerked into her as the pulses gradually ebbed. He reached for her shoulders to pull her up with him, turning her to face him with his cock slipping out in the process.

“That was so good, Lucy!” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her as he laid her head on his shoulder.

“For me too, Sam. It’s been so long,” she started but didn’t finish as her eyes teared up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, hearing it in her breathing.

“Is this just a one-time thing?” she asked as she picked her head up to look into his eyes, fearing the fantasy was over.

It wasn’t for him, but he searched her eyes for her answer before committing himself. Her head lowered submissively while her eyes stared into his; he had his answer.

“I hope not. I’d like to be with you much more often if that’s okay with you?”

“Oh, Sam!” she cried, her joyful acceptance in her tone.

They kissed lovingly just before he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed. She pulled the sheets down and held them open as an invitation he accepted. He lay beside her, wiped her tears from her cheeks, and kissed her in a way that left no doubt about their future.

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