“Yes sir!” I stammered again, this time because I was so wet and horny. Without saying another word, he grabbed me and pulled me down across his lap. Then he pulled up my skirt and I helped him wiggle down my panties so he could give me a sound spanking on my bare ass.
My Dad owned a ranch so I grew up in a pretty isolated area. There was a gang of us who gravitated together at school to party but I didn't really get a chance to explore my wild side until uni. That was a revelation! I'd never been around so many people my own age. The drinking and partying I was used to but the sex... I wasn't a virgin when I got to uni but I wasn't all that experienced, let's say. Back home there had been a few boys, naturally. It was all fumbling around in cars or in someone's house before Mum and Dad got home - a little oral, some frantic rutting and that was it. The dating pool was more like a puddle! LOL But then I went to the city for school and my life started to change. I met all sorts of great blokes and my forced diet of bland sex became a smorgasbord of experimentation. I tried it all – and I found I liked most of it from different positions to outdoor sex, a little exhibitionism and more. I was having the time of my life and for four years I worked hard at my studies and played hard when I could. Then, uni was over and everything changed again.
I'd taken business management with a smattering of international law, so I ended up working for a large corporation that had manufacturing and sales units all over the country and based in various places in the world. I had to move again – to an even bigger city. At first I was really excited. I was finally using what I'd spent so much time and money studying. The money was great even though I was just starting out and I could afford a posh condo by the beach. Then as the weeks went by, my heart started to sink just a little bit every day. In some ways, I felt like I was back on the ranch! At uni, everyone partied and the possibilities were endless. This company, however large, felt like another small town. To say it was a conservative corporate culture was a huge understatement. The CEO was an older man and very religious, and the executives all took their cues from him. I ended up in well cut, tailored suits and silk blouses with expensive lingerie underneath – and no one to show it to. At the same time, somehow, being in that environment was turning me on. I was finding all those men in conservative suits too sexy, even as I felt like I could look but didn't dare touch. Dating someone from the office just wasn't on so there I was in a strange town with a huge appetite for sexual adventure, working with a crew of straitlaced conformists! Or so I thought...
I was working late one day on a big product launch and I ended up alone with the janitors after everyone else had left. Just before I left, I wanted to put the file I'd been finishing up on my boss' desk so it would be the first thing she saw in the morning. As I dropped the file on her desk, I couldn't help but notice that she'd left her laptop at the office and that the light was flashing. I admit it – I was curious. I just wanted to snoop and thought I would find files she was working on or maybe even some notes for my upcoming review. Was I ever surprised! What I found instead was a sex dating website open to her profile. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This woman who wore blouses buttoned to her throat and skirts below the knee with her sensible shoes every single day was also a kinky dominatrix who said she was looking for bad boys to spank. I realized I was still standing in her office after a few minutes and left in a hurry but my head was full of naughty thoughts. It wasn't just the possibility of looking for casual sex partners online that excited me, although of course that was one of the reasons. It was thinking about all those supposedly conservative workmates of mine getting up to all sorts of kinky sex! It fueled my fantasies. I dashed home and opened up my own laptop to find the website and set up my own free profile. Then I posted my first ad and told the community I was looking for role playing partners for no strings attached fun; I wanted to play out a fantasy involving a boss and a bad secretary (me of course) who wanted a raise.
Robert was one of the first men to answer my ad. We chatted briefly online but I knew I was hooked when I first saw him – grey hair, tie and tweeds. He was perfect! We met for lunch at a posh restaurant where other business people were making deals. We were making a deal of our own! He was Mr. Henderson and I was Miss Smith asking for my rise. He had a long list of my faults and I tried to make excuses... then he said, “Well Miss Smith, there is a way that we can work on some of your deficiencies.” I agreed of course and he asked for the bill. We went to his car and then drove to a motel. He went to the bed and sat down, motioning for me to come near. “Are you truly sorry for your mistakes?” he asked me. “Yes..!” I stammered, the shy secretary of course. “Are you willing to be punished for them?” he asked me. “Yes sir!” I stammered again, this time because I was so wet and horny. Without saying another word, he grabbed me and pulled me down across his lap. Then he pulled up my skirt and I helped him wiggle down my panties so he could give me a sound spanking on my bare ass. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” I cried out but he was very stern and my bottom was red and sore when he was done – and my pussy dripping wet. He finished by bending me over the bed and fucking me hard. I was in heaven! Then he zipped back up, I got my knickers back on and without another word, he drove me back to the restaurant and my car. I had a sore bottom and a big smile – and a head full of even more fantasies about my well dressed colleagues. I'll have to see what I can dream up next!
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