Sitting in her office, Mindy scrolled through the photos she took that morning at home before work. She scrutinized each photo and finally settled on a photo of her smiling with her cleavage spilling over the neckline of a red babydoll style lingerie dress that she had bought just for this occasion. She picked a second photo she liked, one taken in bed, showing just her tanned legs with a bright red thong hanging around her ankles, contrasting against her stark white bedsheets.
She was laughing out loud to herself as she started composing the text to go along with the pictures. "Hey baby. Glad I met you last week. Drinks were fun. Maybe we can meet up again? Here are some images to remember me by. 😘"
She continued chuckling as she attached the two pictures she selected to the message and sent them to her husband Rick. She immediately followed the text message with another message saying, "Shit. I can explain," and attached a video she made showing her looking at the camera and sliding a lingerie strap off of her shoulder then stopping and laughing while saying "Happy April Fool's Day!"
She waited excitedly for a reply after sending the messages, clicking the mouse absentmindedly on her computer but looking more at her phone to check for new messages than the spreadsheet open on her screen.
Mindy was looking forward to seeing Rick's reaction. They had always tried to prank each other while they were dating, but had stopped the last few years. With work and young kids, they had lost so much of what made their relationship fun. She wondered if he would believe she could be cheating on him, if it would make him angry. How relieved he would be when he saw that it was just a joke. Another part of her hoped that he would find the photos sexy and they would finally have sex again after weeks of being too busy or too tired. She had never sent him sexy photos before and she was nervous he would not the way that she hoped he would.
Finally she heard the ding of a notification on her phone. She was surprised to see it was from Rio Corp, the company she worked for. But her stomach tightened nervously as she opened it, realizing finally that she had sent her messages to a company phone number instead of Rick. The message simply said "Please report to your manager's office immediately."
Fuck. She took a deep breath and got up from her desk, straightening the pencil skirt she was wearing to make sure her lack of any garments underneath would not be visible.
The door to her boss' office was already open but he looked to be engrossed in reading something on his desk. She knocked gently. He continued reading but held up one hand, gesturing for her to wait.
She stood nervously in the doorway for him to finish. As she waited, she noticed the way her breasts moved up and down as she breathed, straining against the top of her blouse. She suddenly wished that she was wearing something much less revealing.
After what seemed like an unbearably long time, he finally told her to come in while continuing to read the document in front of him. She closed the door and he gestured toward one of the two chairs across from his wide oak desk. When she sat down, he finally put away the document he was reading and looked at her for the first time.
His expression did not change but she could feel his gaze traveling down her body, studying her. She was thankful for the large desk in between them and hoped it provided some cover for her if he did not approve of her appearance at the moment. He folded his hands in front of him and sighed. "Mindy..." he began, his voice sounding tired but firm.
"What were you thinking? Sending explicit text messages to a company line? I always thought you cared about the business." He stood up and started pacing the office as he spoke. " Usually, she loved watching him move about the office, his business clothes always fitted to show off the broad chest and narrow waist he had managed to maintain well into his 40s. His movements, always easy and graceful. But today he seemed like an agitated animal that might strike at any moment.
"Just because we are a small company does not mean there are no rules. Just because there is no HR department, does not mean you can send crude jokes to the company."
Her commitment to the business was not what she thought they would talk about when she came to the office. She was so surprised he did not focus on the content of the messages. Tears threatened to escape as she finally managed to say that it was a mistake and she had not meant to send the messages to a company phone.
"You cannot be so careless. You think you can do anything here. But there has to be consequences." He paused his pacing close enough to her that she could smell his body wash and could see a small loose thread on a seam of his dress pants as he stood towering over her.
"Stand up," he ordered her.
"Where are we going?" she asked, genuinely confused about what was happening. She didn't believe she would be so easily left off the hook to go back to her office when he just said there would be consequences.
"You look confused," he said. "I guess I have to spell it out for you. I'm not telling you to go back to your office. I'm not telling you to go home. You are going to bend over my desk and I am going to spank you for your gross negligence in sending your very sexy but very inappropriate pictures to my work phone. Hopefully, it will help you understand that you need to keep private things private.
Mindy was shocked. This was the last thing she expected him to say. They had been working together for four years now and he had always been polite and professional with her at work. While she has on and off fantasized about bending over his desk, he has never given her any indication that it was something he wanted.
"Stand up and go to the side of my desk, facing it," he said again and this time Mindy quickly did as she was told. She knew this was not the right way to punish an employee and he was taking advantage of his work position. But she found it hard to resist him. She had daydreamed about this very scenario so many times. She could feel her pussy already twitching at his words, a mix of fear and excitement flooding her body.
He followed close behind her, one hand on her waist, as if guiding her. "We are going to have to relieve you of your skirt," he told her as he undid its side zipper and pushed the material down, revealing the soft curves of her bare bottom.
"Fuck," he groaned. Then he cleared his throat, as if clearing his mind. "You're not wearing any panties at work," he said in a huskier voice than she's ever heard him speak at work. "Were you planning on getting fucked at the office today you little slut?" His hand pushed her down by her neck so that she was bent over his desk.
Mindy felt her pussy responding to his words and his touch like he had just licked her clit. She pressed her mouth against her arm to muffle a moan, aware that the walls in the office building were thin and she could often hear her neighbors making calls. He always acted like a consummate professional in the office. She had never heard him talk so obscenely at work before and it turned her on to know she had such an affect on him.
"Were you planning on getting fucked at work?" he asked again as his hands found the sides of her ass, gently caressing her on both sides, the tenderness jarring against the forcefulness of his voice. When she hesitated too long in answering, he gave her a quick and sudden slap on her right cheek.
She gasped in surprise, more than pain. "No. No. I wasn't. I wasn't planning on getting fucked at work."
He gave her a swat to the left cheek to match the right. "I don't believe you." Then he slapped each cheek harder. Once. Twice. Three times. Each time just a little harder than the last. The sound of his hand meeting her ass vibrating through the room then mixing with her moans as her body reflexively tried to move away from each slap but she is pinned by the desk. All she can do is hold on to the sides of the desk with her hands, gripping the wood tighter and tighter as the spanks become harder.
Mindy's ass turned pink where his hands landed. She felt a warmness spread through her ass cheeks as his hands went back to caressing, gently soothing her where he had spanked her.
"Let's try again. Why were you not wearing panties and why were you sending nearly naked pictures to me?" He spanked her again when he thought she did not respond quickly enough.
"It makes me feel sexy sometimes to go without panties. To know that I'm accessible and ready to have sex."
