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Sophie’s Choice

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“Damn this report!” James cursed, pushing himself away from the desk. He slumped back in his chair, staring malevolently at the silent, blinking cursor still placed at the end of the first paragraph. He had written and deleted those opening words a dozen times already. He stabbed at the delete key and his words disappeared, leaving a blank page once more.

He knew company policy required him to write up Sophie for her performance issues. As her manager if he didn’t deal with her tardiness and failure to deliver to deadlines, he himself would be under review. The trouble was, she was a great worker when she put her mind to it, but just lately things had been slipping, understandably so after her husband walked out on her after 8 years of marriage. James did feel for Sophie, had a bit of a soft spot for her really – or more often a hard spot, especially when she wore those figure hugging skirts and heels. They flirted mildly for sure. More than once he’d gone almost too far with his comments. One time he told her she would make a great secretary fantasy, all bookish with her hair up and glasses, or the many times he had been mock stern over a minor transgression, suggesting there could be firm consequences for a naughty girl. He often imagined bending her over his desk, lifting her skirt over her back and easing her knickers down to her knees for a nice, firm bottom warming, followed of course by a good long fuck from behind.

James shifted uncomfortably as his cock rose to join the party in his mind. He glanced around, making sure no-one was looking into his glass-walled office. Seeing the coast was clear he shoved a hand into his waistband to release his rapidly stiffening shaft from the knot in his underwear. He squeezed himself as he did so and rubbed the leaking juices around his cock head as he allowed his mind to develop the details of his little fantasy.

He decided he would ask her to stay late one evening, so they had the office to themselves. He would call her in, and lay out the issue of her attendance and poor work performance over recent weeks. He would have her sit, and he would stand in front of her – no, he would just lean on the desk, in front of her so they were close, but a bit more casual. He would be sympathetic, maybe even reaching out and touching her arm, but he would be firm that he had responsibilities. Of course he would lay out the consequences, including the likelihood that she could be fired. And once he had her suitably worried, he would hint that he could go out on a limb, put his own position at risk just this once if he could be sure she would turn over a new leaf. She would assure him, of course, but he would press the point that he could not be sure she would change, unless the transgression carried some firm consequence..

“Surely we can work something out,” she would implore, tears in her eyes.

“Well I don’t know, Sophie,” James would say, “My hands are really tied. If I’m to risk my own position I need to be totally assured you will fix this problem, once and for all. Actions must have consequences, otherwise nothing changes.” And then the springing of the trap – “You know, this lateness and petty underperformance is really childish. The sort of thing the old short, sharp shock would have cured back in the day, I’m sure. But sadly those measures are out of the question today.”

And then Sophie would look up at him, confused but curious. He could almost see the cogs turning in her mind, perhaps recalling their flirty innuendo. “My ex said as much,” she would say, haltingly. “He said ‘actions speak louder than words’. Said we should have brought our issues out into the open, dealt with them in the old-fashioned ways. I never took him seriously, and Chris was not someone to be forthright about his intent so it never went any further – and now look at us.”

James would push a little harder at the opening door. “Sometimes we all need to see the error of our ways, and sometimes some old-fashioned discipline might avoid more serious consequences. That could be an option for us, keep this out of HRs hands.”

And then she would utter the magic words, “Would you do that James? Would you … punish me, for my bad behaviour? Would that be enough to let us put this behind us?” and as she spoke she would reach out and rest a hand just a little too high on his thigh.

James would want to appear resistant to the idea, cautiously testing out the ground ahead of him. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you – but then a punishment needs to be hard enough to act as a deterrent. And it would have to be kept as our secret of course, otherwise we would both be fired.”

James continued to squeeze and stroke his trapped erection as the fantasy took hold. He scooted his chair closer to the desk to avoid being seen and resumed his mental planning.

They would skirt around the edges a little more, neither wanting to say the words. Finally James said that if Sophie was sure, she should ask for punishment properly so there was no question of duress. So she would look into his eyes, take his hand and say, “James, I’ve been a very naughty, silly girl and I deserve to be spanked. Would you please teach me a lesson I won’t quickly forget? Please put me over your knee like a naughty girl and spank me so hard I can’t sit down for a week!”

James’s cock was painfully hard now, and the urge to cum was overwhelming. He pulled his hand out of his waistband, unzipped under cover of the desk and pulled his cock free. His shaft stood tall and he was able to stroke himself more freely, using his free-flowing pre-cum as a lubricant.

He imagined bending Sophie over his knee and stroking her firm, round bottom through the light summer dress. Once she was in position he would tell her all naughty girls had to be spanked on the bare. She would protest enough to make a show, but offer no resistance as he drew up the skirt to reveal stocking tops and cream, silky knickers. He would slide her knickers down to her knees, revealing the wonderful sight of her twin moons bisected by the deep crevasse hiding her bum hole. He would adjust her position so that her bum was positioned nice and high. She would spread her feet to steady herself, opening her cheeks as she did and giving him a tantalising glimpse of her bum hole, and a glorious view of her pussy beneath. He imagined she would be neatly trimmed – not bare. He would stroke her buttocks, testing the resiliency before spanking her with firm strokes to warm her up. As they got going, he would make his spanks harder until there was a definite pinkness to her cheeks. He imagined he would see her arousal growing despite her protests, and at that prompt he would spank her harder to bring her colour to a deeper hue.

James slowed his stroking, eager to play out his story to the end before shooting his load. He mentally moved Sophie off his knee and over the desk.

She would willingly dip her back as she bent forward across the desk, opening her cleft and lewdly displaying her moistening pussy. He would have her spread her feet wider to give him a clear view of her wrinkled sphincter, her pussy lips swelling and parting with excitement. He imagined pulling her cheeks apart so that her bumhole was stretched open and beneath, her wet and open pussy lips revealed her full arousal. James would stroke and fondle her cheeks, wetting a finger in her juicy cunt before dragging a finger up her cleft to probe her anus. He would then pull his belt from his pants and double the strap in his hand. He mentally brought the strap down square across her cheeks and he imagined her gasp, before she thrust her bottom back for more. He kept mentally whipping her until he felt his orgasm was too close to hold back. As his orgasm built he imagined grasping her red, sore bum cheeks and sliding his hot, hard length deep inside her willing pussy. He fucked her hard and fast as his hand pumped under the desk until he shot his load with a cry. Suddenly conscious of his location, he glanced around the office to see a couple of curious faces looking his way, wondering no doubt what the noise was about. He ducked behind his computer screen and grabbed some tissues from the box on his desk to clean up.

Sated now, he took another look at the blank screen before him, before turning to pick up his phone. His call was answered after a couple of rings.

“Ah, Sophie, there’s something we need to discuss. Would you be able to stay a little late tonight?”

Steve’s Lost Libido

Steve’s sex drive has gone missing

It disappeared a while ago

And now he’s just existing

With a fizzed out libido

He lost it when out shopping

For a gift for his dear wife

When across the aisles he saw her

And it stuck him like a knife

His dearest little Daisy

Was browsing the menswear racks

When she picked out a special item

A lovely pair of slacks

Now Steve is on the large side

He’s not a little guy

So when he saw the pants she held

He knew things were awry

The pants were slim and dandy

Too small by far for Steve

And then she picked out underwear

And his stomach gave a heave

She took her goods and walked across

To a changing cubicle

Then with a surreptitious glance

She ducked inside a stall

Beneath the door, as Steve could see

The stall was still in use

For there was another pair of feet

A man’s, he did deduce

He jumped as he saw trousers

And then blue underwear

Flutter down the hairy legs

And trap them like a snare

The next site was quite shocking

As Daisy went to her knees

She stayed like that for minutes

While Steve’s blood began to freeze

And then she stood, and turned around

Her knickers then came down

The man now dropped onto his knees

And Steve heard a slurping sound

And then he stood, and dipped his knees

No doubt to dip his wick

So Daisy got her secret fuck,

Making Steve a little sick

The fuck was done, the pants came up

The stall door was slowly cracked

And out snuck Daisy, all aflush

And behind her, Cousin Jack

A raging Steve stepped quickly forth

He grabbed the little shit

He punched his nose, he kneed his balls

He pummelled the slimy git

And then he grabbed for Daisy

And propelled her back inside

He ripped her still-moist knickers off

And tanned her hussy hide

He spanked her hard inside that booth

All outside could hear

At last he stopped and looked at her

With a bright red glowing rear

“Now get you home, you little whore”

He barked, she shook with fear

He yanked the door right off its post

And dragged her by the ear

Once home, he had her strip her clothes

And bend over the old chair

He pulled his belt out of its loops

And snapped it in the air

He aimed his blow, she clenched her cheeks

His arm pulled back quite high

His arm whipped down, the belt bit deep

She let out a shrieking cry

Still unperturbed, he whipped her more

Recalling her disgrace

Her bum was vivid red with weals

And his anger was replaced

With lust, and a stonking hard-on

Nigh ripping through his pants

He freed his cock and grabbed her hips

To stab her with his lance

But thought of fucking her tight cunt

Where Jack’s emissions swam

Caused Steve to pause and think again

Of another cunning plan

He wet his dick to lubricate

And took aim at her arsehole

And pushed until he popped inside

Then docked his meaty pole

She squealed at his intrusion

He laughed at her dismay

“Next time you fuck young Jackie boy

You know how you will pay”

“In fact, I’m going to whip you

And fuck your little bum”

“Every night from here to Christmas

So you know the price of fun”

A Mother’s Gift (repost)

 

 

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Miranda stepped into her son’s room. Her eyes roamed the walls, shelves and books, absorbing his essence. She sighed, stood, and started packing up the possessions. Soon his room would be transformed for the next generation, as a nursery for Adam’s firstborn, and Miranda’s first grandchild.

Miranda paused and considered her situation. A grandmother at 42 – thanks to a young pregnancy herself and then the fruitful loins of her firstborn. At least he had finished university before he got his girlfriend pregnant. Still, Tia seemed a nice girl, maybe too nice. She would need a firm hand to control Adam. (more…)

Nature’s Ointment

Sammi paused to admire the firm, young brown buttocks presented for her strap. Dominic clearly was determined not to show any weakness in the eyes of his female protagonists. He was taking his strapping stoically, though certainly not in total silence. He had locked himself in position by linking his arms behind his knees. This position, with his feet planted wide for balance, gave Sammi a delightful view of his tight buttocks, spread wide to reveal the darker whorl of his anus. And beneath hung his heavy balls and that magnificent cock. His erection had softened but his shaft was still turgid and full of promise. A strand of clear juice hung from the tip, glistening in the light. Sammi reached under him to cup the strand in her palm, then rolled her palm around his cock head, lubricating the bluntness with his own juice. She rolled her palm around the tender skin, stiffening him once more and eliciting a guttural grunt. (more…)

Machismo

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“Come on now, don’t be shy. It goes easier on the first to volunteer. You should know that, Jo.” Carla slapped the strap into her palm as she looked from one to the other. Dominic stood with his pants around his ankles and his erection poking through his shirt tails. ‘I’ll give him credit,’ thought Carla, ‘He’s not the least bit fazed being half-naked in front of a room full of women. Almost as if he likes to strut his stuff.’

As if he had read her thoughts, Dominic kicked away his pants, strode to the centre of the room and bent forwards to grasp his ankles. His feet were spread apart, giving the women a glorious view of his toned, burnished buttocks and the heavy weight of his cock and balls beneath. The three collectively held their breath as they drank in the sight of the young buck, bent to receive his lashing. Dominic glanced back. “Well, are we doing this or not? If one of you wants to get down here I can show you how it’s done. And I can tell you, I’ll take double whatever you do!” (more…)

Room Service

Room Service. Here to turn down your bed,

Unless you would like something else instead.

Some crackers and cheese, a nice glass of red,

Or maybe you prefer me to give you some head?

Would you like me to wank you and bring you relief,

Or maybe to spank you and bring you some grief?

If you touch your toes I will happily bestow,

Upon your tight bottom a nice rosy glow.

I’m the gentlest of spankers, you will surely agree,

And when we are finished, you can spank l’il old me.

I could bend over tightly and show you my drawers,

If you lift up my skirt and let your fingers explore.

I know you’ll enjoy the delights you will find,

When you pull down my panties and expose my behind.

My cheeks are so luscious and perky and tight,

So ready for spanking from dawn until night.

If you would Sir, I appreciate a hand spanking first,

Just to warm up the engine and make a girl purr.

And from there, if you please, your belt is just fine,

And if you don’t have one you can always use mine.

But I must stop you there so we can change halfway through,

So I can use my old belt to soundly thrash you.

And when we are both nice and sore and warmed up,

Well then we can get down to a good solid fuck.

You can fuck my tight pussy, my mouth and my bum,

Just so long as I get some incredible cums.

If I don’t, well there’s always a price to be paid,

For failing to tip your sweet chambermaid.

You can expect to pay dear for your failure to please,

Your butt will be high and I will spread out your knees,

So I can fuck your tight ring with my big strap-on cock,

Pushed it deep in your arsehole, right up to the top.

If I don’t get my pleasure, you must pay dearly for yours,

So what’s it to be? Your stomach or your balls?

I can serve you your dinner and then walk out the door,

Or you can take your chances, and we can both enjoy more.