On my break at work I often log onto to various spanking websites to drool over stories and pictures. I am always careful to delete my browsing history before finishing my break. So I was startled when Winston, an Englishman who transferred from London to our branch in New York a few weeks ago, sat beside me one afternoon in the break room, and whispered "I found the spanking websites you were looking at to be very charming."
I flushed and said "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come now, Emma, you can share with me. After all, they do call spanking the English vice." Winston smiled knowingly. I felt shocked by his straightforward manner. Before he had always appeared to be a mild bookworm, albeit a handsome one
"There must be some mistake. I only look at work-related websites." I said.
"Emma, Emma. You always are careful to delete your history but you never reboot your computer, and the websites can still be accessed until you reboot. I was on your computer yesterday and kept clicking the backwards icon on your web browser and what did I find? Auntyagony.net, a most charming spanking site." Winston smirked. "Look how your face is turning crimson. You needn't be so embarrassed."
"You had no right to snoop! There must be some mistake." I half rose in my chair and he put a hand on my stocking-covered thigh and gently pushed me back down.
"Why are you denying it? We could both have a little harmless fun," Winston smiled.
I thought it over for a moment. My husband Ted was not interested in spanking, but I've been fascinated by spanking since I was a child when a nanny spanked my bare bum scarlet with the backside of a wooden hairbrush. Since then I've lusted after spanking stories, references, and pictures. I looked spanking up in the dictionary hundreds of times. "A brisk series of slaps on the buttocks." I repressed my desire for spanking at the onset of puberty but became enraptured by the thought of spanking in college. Then I married my stoic husband and there was bored routine. I finally told him my fantasy and he obliged at first. I laid face down over his lap and he gave me a few smacks but he clearly wasn't into it. They were half-hearted spanks and after about a half dozen of them he grunted "that'll teach you." I hinted and then pleaded for more spankings over the following months but little happened in the spanking department. Now this charming British chap was sitting next to me spelling out his interest in spanking. I could scream sexual harassment but opportunities like this don't come around every day.
"But you are a married man." I said. It was true, Winston had explained before that he met a woman online and then came over here to America and married her. Rumor in the office was that she was a large dominating woman named Julia who had Winston well trained.
Winston patted my knee and purred, "And you are a married woman. But what's the harm in a little fun? Spanking isn't cheating. It's just a lot of fun. Sure, I'll see your bare bum but we won't have sex."
I couldn't argue with that logic. We talked and contrived plans for the coming Saturday at his house as his wife was working the evening shift and my husband was going to be out of town. We had two conditions: no sex and no bruises on my bottom as my husband might discover the evidence of spanking. I thought in the unlikely event of some very mild bruising I could always say I self-spanked myself too hard (I confess I've laid myself bare-bottomed over a pile of pillows and self-spanked my bare bottom with a hairbrush before but never to the point of bruising.) However, there was no way I would be able to account for welts or bruises. Three days later I fought my nerves and rang Winston's doorbell. He answered and smiled and led me in. I removed my overcoat and he studied my outfit. My heart-shaped bottom filled the short plaid skirt nicely and also showed off my white toned legs. My large breasts swelled through the white blouse. "Look at you, oh my, you naughty married woman coming to my house. You know what you deserve for coming here?"
He grasped my right hand and led me to an armchair. Winston sat on the armchair and guided me over his lap. He said "I am going to have to raise your skirt and lower your knickers, Emma. Do you know how shameful that is for a grown woman to have to be chastised like this? I moaned. This felt wonderfully degrading and humiliating. I stared at the carpet and felt the rush of blood to my face as his fingers raised my skirt. "Such a lovely bottom," Winston whispered. I felt my pussy tingling and the rush of shame thrilled me as his fingers slipped into the elastic of my panties and he oh so slowly tugged them down to the top of my thighs. I loved the feeling of my bare bottom being exposed to this man and the spanking began. I felt the sting of his palm against the lower half of my bare bottom. I could feel my clit swelling and a rapid series of spanks began. I moaned as I grinded my groin against his thighs while I laid face down over his lap. He spanked lightly at first but then he picked up the pace. A very small part of me felt disappointed he didn't spank harder. There was that part of me that wanted him to lose control and punish me severely for what I was doing. Nevertheless it was a small desire and the spanking felt sublime.
