With her pajama bottoms at her knees, Anne could do little more than waddle over to the cabinet. An infinite amount of butterflies danced around in her tummy as she opened the drawer and retrieved both the paddle and the hairbrush as instructed.Â
Ms. Hamilton said nothing, but the look on her face indicated that Anne better hurry.Â
So, she waddled back, ever so aware of her exposure, her nakedness in her bossâ presence. Anne was happy to have at least trimmed her bush and shaved her legs - she would have died having Ms. Hamilton see her unprepared in any way. Anne was too shy to look up and make eye contact. She handed the implements to her boss, who was seated on a couch in this back office.
âWould you like to keep working here,â Ms. Hamilton said.
âYes, Maâam,â Anne replied.
âYou will call me âMommyâ from now on. Is that understood?â
âYes, Mommy,â Anne said. Her voice was timid and small.
âYou know what to do next,â Ms. Hamilton told her while patting her thighs.
Anne lowered herself across Ms. Hamiltonâs lap. The sensation of her bossâ denim thighs against her bare skin brought a flood of memories to Anne. She remembered the last spanking from her father, only days before she left for college. She had gotten it for underage drinking and it was an embarrassing and bittersweet moment from her past. Anne also remembered a spanking from an old boyfriend that had started out kind of like a joke, but had turned serious when she teased him during it and had ended with her blistered and sobbing. These thoughts brought an urgent dampness between her thighs as she felt Ms. Hamilton place her hand on her lower back to hold her in place. It would be the paddle first.
Anne gasped when the hardwood paddle smacked her bare cheeks, one after the other, faster and much harder than she was expecting. There was the brief sting of fresh tears in the corners of her eyes. Ms. Hamilton was not messing around.Â
Anne knew that she would be naked soon enough. Her boss had been so eager for this arrangement. Ms. Hamilton had worn a mask of calm coolness at the start, but it had melted away quickly and left only hunger. Anne was willing and eager too and would be disappointed if these spankings did not end with the two of them in bed together.Â
The paddling continued. Anne cried out with every swat, kicking off her pajama bottoms entirely, leaving her nude from the waist down. She could sense Ms. Hamiltonâs excitement and longed for her boss to reach down and touch her slit, to feel Anneâs own excitement.
âOh, mommy,â Anne sighed.