At the outset I want to make clear in no way at all am I making light of this new horrific Coronavirus currently blanketing our world.
In the past couple of weeks whilst not been on any adventures of note, as in being loaned out, I have still managed to bring happiness to a few both at home and at my workplace.
A few Saturdays ago my works wanted volunteers to mix the floors offices with other floors offices to share the risk of the virus depleting the workforce.
Let me explain, we have office floors split into, New Business, Tele Sales, Renewals, Motor Claims and Accidental Damage Claims.
Mine is the last one, Accidental Damage Claims and includes flooding.
The idea was to split the employee's from each floor onto other floors, so the 40 on my floor split into 4 off 10s so in a nutshell all the floors had 4 different departments on them, so if one floor was infected it would not wipe out a whole department.
My manager wanted me to stay on his floor and act as undermanager to our department guests.
Wow, what an honour, to say that we now had a mixed sex and age group, not of 40 as before because the other floors had 20 maximum, so now we had 25 with screens separating the groups and acting a basic soundproof screen.
On the Saturday morning we had the office janitors helping move the desks as we planned the best areas for each group on each floor.
I had dressed very provocative in my baggy heart emblemed jumper with no bra so my tits would sway and tantalise my managers as we moved the equipment about.
I had my naughty emoji design bikini knickers on under some skintight jeggings.
To be honest I felt so hot I had to go to the train loo for relief on my way into work.
I saw him, and the janitors for that matter, enjoying my show and he kept smiling at me and shaking his head no.
I just wish it had been a thin jummy, my nipples felt as though they were on stalks.
I got one thing wrong, I had tele sales directly next to the renewals which would have been bedlam had my manager not noticed.
Well, all mistakes carry a consequence and I knocked on his office door when we had finished.
"Yes Sara, how can I help?"
"I just felt I let you down with my planning Sir and deserved some sort of reprimand."
"My dear Sara, you have worked on a weekend, donated your wage to the church food bank scheme and still feel you need my belt, do I understand that to be correct?"
"Yes Sir, I NEED your hand and belt over my naked bottom."
I deliberately watched his crotch twitch and grow as he walked toward the stool he used to sit on for spanking naughty girls bottoms.
He sat on the stool and waved me to him.
No mention of, Strip Sara.
He put his thumbs purposely into the waistband of my jeggings and pushed down, luckily my bottom is still the size of a schoolgirls and they slid down without interference.
He looked at my knickers and chuckled to himself, but his grin gave him away.
He pulled my jumper over my head from the waist up and my still proud nipples caught on my neck hole and his hands moved them as he continued my disrobing.
He led me over his knee and waited for me to get into a comfortable position before putting his right hand down the back of my knickers and squeezed each bum cheek in turn before slapping each one in turn gradually increasing both speed and force until he brought my tears to spilling over and dripping onto the floor.
He stopped as I shuddered my second or third cum.
He lowered my knickers to my knees like we used to have done at school, 'Oh My Lord', my mind and head were spinning as he continued his punishment of my self-raising up bottom.
He rubbed my bottom and reached under my body to cup a tit and nipple with his other hand as I felt him grow beneath me.
A knock on the door and I was stood and bent over his desk.
"Come in."
"We are just checking all is ok now on your floor before we move down a level."
"Yes, just dealing with a little matter in here as you can see and will be away soon too, thank you for all your help guys."
"Yes we can see she is benefitting from your teaching, take care."
How did I feel, well, on fire, all the eyes seeing my spanked bottom, and because my legs were astride I'm sure my glistening pussy.
I so wanted his cock in me, I wondered is it a thig a good Christian girl could pray for.
"Come here Sara."
Was it his belt time, I did hope so?
He beckoned me to kneel as he unzipped.
Wow I'd won the jackpot.
All my training off Sir flashed through my mind as I knelt and shuffled forward to wrestle out his cock.
I was only the second time I had ever had it in my hand and ultimately in my control.
He was excited alright, so I shook my tits and nipples at him, offering one or both to his hands, he readily accepted and as his cock slid down my throat I managed a stifled moan and cum.
I gave him everything I had ever learnt and brought him to a wonderful spitting finale.
He sat me on his knee, and I began to weep, would he know it was happiness and not pain, or was it both.
He rubbed my inner thighs and touched my pussy lips.
He skilfully sprung my nipples back to life then stood me as I cum so's not to mark his jeans.
It was lovely as he dressed me, like my mum used to, rubbing and stroking various parts of my body before covering with my few clothes.
"Coffee Sara?"
"Oh thank you Sir."
"It's the least you deserve Sara."
I felt I had already received what I has deserved, and more besides ;-)
My Sir in his great wisdom volunteered me, as other elders from our congregation volunteered their daughters, to shop and run errands for our elderly members.
We all knew we would not get everything right.
So if it's not right, its wrong.
If it's wrong it has a consequence.
Just like happened when we had a swine flu epidemic a few years ago when I was still at school.
My first chore was to collect a few groceries for our immediate neighbour, also called Brown, no relation I do not think.
They were lifelong church goers and he used to be a Pastor before his retirement.
Only 5 items, what could possibly go wrong?
Gravy Granules - Wholemeal Loaf of Bread - Skimmed Milk - Potatoes - 4 Red Apples
I got the shops own gravy, brown loaf, milk, 2 tins of potatoes and 4 red apples.
I walked up the drive and rang, "Hello Mrs, B I have your shopping, should I leave it on your porch for you?"
"That will be fine Sara, thank you very much."
I was not home long when Sir's phone rang, it was Mr. B.
"We need to go next door Sara, a problem with the groceries."
"Yes Sir." I wondered how there could have been a problem, I had even donated them.
We were met by Mr. B. who showed us into their lounge room.
He would be mid to late 60s with a quiet but listenable voice and dressed very smart.
