Ellie Gets Spanked At Work Ch 02

Ellie lay curled up on the sofa on Sunday afternoon. She was restless and didn't know what to do with herself. She leafed through a magazine then put it down. Picking up her phone she called her close friend Annabel.

'Hey Bel,' she said, 'fancy coming round for tea?'

'You bet. Want to hear how your new job is going. All the details, everything!'

Annabel let out a tinkling little laugh.

When she arrived Ellie served up pizza and poured a couple of glasses of white wine.

'Come on then Ellie,' Annabel urged, 'let's have it,'

Ellie shrugged.

'The job's ok I can deal with it,' she said thoughtfully. There was a silence.

'And?' went Bel. I detect you're covering up something Ellie. It's me remember.'

Ellie took a drink of her wine.

'Well my boss Mr. Bexham, he's kind of strange, a bit weird. He can be very charming, very. It's just that he's a bit odd. Eccentric you could say. He's very particular though and everything has to be just so. He has his own ways, bit of an enigma really. As I said everything has to be just so.'

'And if it's not?'

'Well if it's not then there are consequences,' Ellie responded.

She sat silently for a few moments and then took a deep breath.

'OK here goes, consequences' she began.

'On Friday at close of business he went all strict on me, told me to lock the door.

When I came back he lectured me about slacking, how disappointed he was in me.

'And then he told me to take off my skirt.'

'He what?' gasped Annabel.

'Yeah I know, I was going to protest bur recalled what his previous secretary had said, do exactly as you are told early days. So I bit the bullet.'

'Don't tell me you actually took it off Ellie?' asked Bel, eyes wide.

'Yeah I did. I actually felt a little excited about what might happen next. And besides I've got a very attractive young accountant there lined up already, He's already half wrapped round my little finger if he only knew it.'

'You little bitch,' laughed Bel.

After I dropped it; (here Ellie imitated Mr Bexham).

'Ahem very provocative knickers Ms. Taylor, no?' he said.

Bel giggled.

'Yeah I know,' went Ellie.' By this time I was completely embarrassed. He told me to get over his knee and when he had positioned me to his liking ran a big hand across my bottom. Ellie took another mouthful of wine.

'Then he began spanking me, Right cheek, left cheek, and the thing was after the initial shock I began to get turned on, could feel the heat rising in my bottom. The more he spanked me the more I got excited. My pussy started to tingle. I started to kick and wriggle, He whacked me hard and told me to stop that at once.'

'Hmm, I think that will do for today,' he said.

'Get up and bend over the office table.'

' Well I was a little unsteady on my legs but managed what he asked. I jumped as he yanked down my knickers, mortified that he could see everything, my marked bottom, my aroused pussy, my swollen clit, my you know what Bel. Not to mention the wet patch on the crotch of my underwear.'

Bel sat in silence taking all of this in.

'I'm going to put some cooling lotion on you now,' he whispered into my ear. I clenched my burning buttocks and shivered when he started to apply the cold lotion.'

'Now fix yourself,' he said when he had finished. 'and do please take heed of my advice on how you should conduct yourself here in future.'

'The thing is Bel, Ellie mused,' my knickers had disappeared and there was no way I was going to ask him about that!

I've thought about practically nothing else the whole weekend, the spanking I mean.'

When Annabel left Ellie switched on the TV. Going over Friday afternoon's events had got her edgy. She ran her fingers across her breasts through her tee shirt, touching her nipples. Idly flicking through her subscription channels, she found a foreign language film called 'Perverse Desires''. She pressed play.

The camera was showing the outside of a suburban house with a nice front garden. Then the scene moved to an interior shot where a man was lying on a bed. He was naked, face down,.

A door opened and an attractive woman came in dressed in only a pair of opaque black tights. Ellie could make out her bush through the nylon. The camera zoomed in on the woman's tight buttocks as she crossed the room.

Ellie sat up and started concentrating on the film. Switch to a close up head shot. She was pretty with short, black hair and a wide sensuous mouth. The camera moved closer, running down her body, lingering on her firm breasts and nipples. She had an annoyed look on her face. Ellie got the impression that she was missing something, There seemed to be tension in the air.

The man turned side on on the bed and Ellie saw he had a nice, fat prick. Fully focused, now, hoping for more, she settled down on the sofa and watched intently. The woman hitched her legs up onto the bed and Ellie got a closer view of her plump hairy mound through her tights. She moved closer to her partner, pressing her tits against his arm, rubbing her nipples up and down his skin. She whispered something in his ear.

He turned again and lay back down on his stomach. She climbed on top of him straddling him, then lay down flat on top of him and started rubbing her body up and down him; her tits against his back, her groin against his arse through her tights.

Ellie's breath quickened when the woman softly moaned.

The woman began to sigh, sensuously grinding harder into the man, dragging her nipples across his broad back, moving her groin faster and faster against his bottom.

Ellie, eyes glued to the screen, spread her legs, slid her hand up her skirt and touched herself through her knickers.

The woman said something else to him. Her voice sounded ragged and he lifted his arse up a little. She bit her lip as she frantically mashed against his buns.

'Oooh,' she went as he pushed up and back against her.

Ellie had never seen the like. She was getting steamed up watching this. Like two dogs in heat she thought. She wriggled as she fiddled with herself through the fabric of her underwear. Arching up, she hurriedly worked down her knickers and began frigging herself.

Lewdly the woman dragged her nyloned groin up and down, round and round, faster and faster. Her head strained up, her mouth fell open.

Ellie's fingers found her clit and began to stroke it, making little circles with her hips as she watched.

'Oh, oh,oh,' the woman wailed.

It flashed through Ellie's mind that the burning friction of the nylon must be hurting her. She shivered at the thought and worked two fingers right up her sopping wet cunt, thrumming her clitty with her other hand. She gasped, writhing and moaning as she felt herself come to the boil.

The memory of Mr. Bexham whacking her through her skimpy knickers flashed through her mind That did it. She shuddered as her orgasm wracked through her.

She watched with glazed eyes as the woman screamed and eased off the man, lying gasping on her front. The man rolled over, his prick had gone hard. He pulled apart her trembling legs and spanked her hard across her nylon covered bottom, pulled down her tights and worked a finger right up her arse.

Ellie slumped back gasping, eyes rivetted to the screen at this last bit, trying to get her breath back as she slowly came down from the intensity of her cum.

That night in bed she had an erotic dream. For some reason getting ready for work she couldn't find any clean knickers She searched and searched but couldn't think straight, her mind was in a fog. Finally in desperation she had to leave 'sans culotte'.

Then somehow she was in the packed Tube feeing an aroused cock brush across her knickerless bottom with only her thin skirt for protection. Futilely she tried to move away but there was nowhere to go.

Her alarm went off, startling her. Her mouth was dry, her mind fuddled. Her nightie was bunched up and she felt stickiness between her legs. She felt that had a fight with her duvet all night instead of having a good sleep.

Ellie was a little late for work when she she knocked on Mr. Bexham's door.

'Enter,' he responded in that cultured, clipped tone of his.

'Ah Ms. Taylor,' he said, 'a very good morning. I trust you had a good weekend, no?' as if he had completely forgotten he had had the knickers off her here on Friday afternoon.

'Yes Sir, I did thank you,' she replied.

'Good good,' he went on. 'Please run up and deliver these two internal letters to Accounts for signing. On the fifth floor you may recall.'

Ellie did. She had been there before twice last week and was sure that a young accountant had been checking out her arse when she passed him on the way back out. The second time she had played along and sat on the corner of his desk for a moment, letting he perfume waft over him. I'm Ellie, legal PA she had smiled pushing back her hair, before sliding off his desk heading for the door She swung her hips provocatively before she exited the main door looking back over her shoulder at him

He was there again when she went this time and she gave him a coy smile and put a hand on his shoulder as she passed. His cock stirred in his suit trousers when she touched him as he breathed in the alluring scent of her perfume lingering behind her.

Ellie smiled to herself. So young, so naive, like an open book. She actually quite fancied him.

Wednesdays she usually brought her own lunch in with her, but on this Wednesday she asked a junior secretary to cover for her so that she could make a rare visit to the office canteen.

Waiting In the queue for meals and coffees she spied the young accountant sitting with colleagues at the far end of the room. After she was served she sauntered down in their direction. eyes on her tray and found a table opposite them. She slid into her seat and parted her legs a little.

She made no acknowledgement that she knew him but sensed that he was looking over at her from time to time,

Finally his colleagues left and by this time she had finished her coffee and cake and was going through her phone. Ellie shifted in her seat and and her skirt rose up an inch or two. She played with the hem with her free hand. then ran her fingers through her hair and glanced over at him. He was watching her.

She decided he was probably plucking up courage to come over to speak but Ellie's time was running short.

Seemingly engrossed in her phone she slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs, knowing that if he was still looking he would get an eyeful of her tight white knickers. She shifted and did it again. just as out of the corner of her eye she noticed a side door open and a secretary coming in.

She caught his eyes. The temptation had been too much. He was blatantly looking right up her skirt. Pretending innocence she gathered her things and left.

On Thursday afternoon at end of business Ellie rounded the corner to the lifts and pressed the down button. After a minute the lift door opened and she stepped in. The young man from accounts looked up from his phone.

'Hey,' said Ellie, 'I saw you in the canteen yesterday.'

She looked him straight in the eye as she spoke. He shuffled uneasily.

'Look,' he started to say, but Ellie interrupted him saying, 'we must stop meeting like this, people will talk!'

He half smiled uncertainly. They reached ground floor and as they exited she touched his arm.

' I'm heading for the Tube,' she said, 'going my way?'

'Me too,' he replied.

Ellie had this gift of being easy to talk to. His name was John. He was a trainee. He gradually came out of his shell a little. When they reached The Underground steps there was a Costa Coffee right next door.

'Got time for a coffee,' she asked casually.

She saw some hesitation in his eyes and then he answered, 'why not.'

As they sat with their lattes Ellie spotted his ring.

'Nice ring,' she remarked,' mind if I take a look?'

'My girlfriend gave it to me.' he said.

He placed his hand on the table and Ellie took his long, slender fingers in hers, She leaned over to examine the gold ring more closely, turning his hand to get a better view of the ring. She gave his fingers a little squeeze.

'It's a beauty John,' she remarked, locking eyes with him.

As she let go of his fingers she lightly dragged her nails across his wrist. She was flirting outrageously and he looked a little lost.

'Anyway my train's in five,' she went on. 'Thanks for the coffee.'

As she stood up he blurted out, 'Oh you have to go?' She sensed disappointment.

'Every last Friday of the month I go to the Boar for a quick drink,' he said quickly.

When she did not reply he faltered.

'You'd be very welcome,' he ended lamely.

He blushed when Ellie gave him an amused look.

' Fridays can be difficult for me but I suppose I could catch a later train today,' she said calculatedly.

'How about that drink right now?'

Ellie had chosen her underwear very carefully on the Friday morning. Pale blue, loose legged French knickers and matching bra. On the way into the building at work a couple of secretaries had given her a frosty look and snubbed her good morning but she had let it go. Who knows what went on in the hothouse atmosphere of the company.

Last thing she re - did her make up and went over to Mr. Bexham's office and knocked on his door.

'Come,' she heard him say in his usual tone and she quietly went in.

'Ah Ms. Taylor I was just about to call you. I urgently need you to type a letter before close of business,' he said in his clipped manner.

'Yes Sir,' she replied. 'of course.'

'Please sit down at my lap top and do it here. I will dictate to you.' he continued. Elie was very aware of his presence looming over her when she sat down crossing her legs easing closer to the laptop. Her skirt rode way up her long, smooth thighs. She had no time to work it back down as she tried to compose herself, waiting for him to begin.

He placed a proprietary hand on her shoulder and her imagination carried her away to what exactly that big meaty paw had done to her the previous Friday. Conscious of how high her skirt had risen up, wondering exactly just how far down her blouse he could see from his position behind her, Ellie tried to focus as he began to dictate.

She managed to type the letter perfectly and slumped back in her chair in relief.

'Excellent,' enthused Mr Bexham as he read it.

'Thank you Sir,' she replied. She put the letter in an envelope for him and as she uncrossed her legs and started to stand up she stumbled and almost fell.

Mr. Bexham wrapped his arms round her waist and held her till she was steady.

His big hands slid up dangerously close to the undersides of her breasts and she gasped when he moved them again cupping her firm tits and starting to manipulate them, his fingers finding and stroking her nipples.

'You've been a very bad girl haven't you Ellie,' he whispered into her ear.

'What Sir?' she asked weakly, as he began to pinch her now erect nipples.

'Ah yes Ms. Taylor, you have indeed'. he continued.

Oh fuck thought Ellie as he turned her round.

Mr. Bexham gave her an appraising look.

'It has come to my notice,' he began, 'that both last week and this week you have been behaving inappropriately behind my back. Have been seen flirting with one of the young new accountants, distracting him from his work. Actually I should say flaunting yourself brazenly in his office and elsewhere,teasing him in a most unedifying way.'

'Sir,' she started to say, 'it's all gossip here, gossip.'

He raised a warning finger to silence her.

'I have had a complaint in writing from his Head of Department no less and have information from more than one other source, including something quite outrageous and it has to be dealt with.'

He paused and conflicting emotions flooded through her. Trepidation, fear, shame, excitement.

'You must know young men are easily aroused,' he continued, 'and we need them to give complete dedication to their work. Not to be distracted by a provocative flirt flaunting herself. What is the word for what you did in the canteen. Flashing is it?'

Ellie went pale. How on earth had that got out?

'Do you deny such brazen behaviour, No? '

'Yes. I mean no,' Ellie floundered.

'For a second time running I'm very disappointed in you.'

He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a vicious looking black leather riding crop and swished it through the air. Ellie's eyes widened. She began to panic

'There have to be consequences Ms. Taylor,' he went on softly, 'and you know that, but continue to be headstrong and willful. Now go and lock the door.'

Head down, palms sweaty she did as she was told. When she came back he was standing waiting with the crop in his hand.

'Now, stand in front of me facing forward.'

'Do you understand me Ms. Taylor?,' he asked a little coldly, when Ellie hesitated.

'Yes' she whispered,' reluctantly getting into position.

'Pull up your skirt and tuck it in,' he commanded.

She did as she was told and there was a silence as Mr Bexham fixed his eyes on her pale blue, skimpy loose legged French knickers.

Crack! He swung the riding crop across her left buttock and Ellie howled. The pain was ten times worse than when he had spanked her through her clothes. She jumped and rubbed her bottom furiously. Crack, he repeated the action on her right buttock and she howled again jiggling around.

'Oh, oh oh,' she moaned. 'I'm so sorry Sir,' she gasped.

'It's too late for that,' he said. 'Be quiet and remove your skirt.'

Awkwardly Ellie unzipped it and worked it down till it pooled round her ankles. She stepped out of it and waited apprehensively. Her emotions were confusing her. She was dreading the thought of the riding crop again but at the same felt a desire to be whacked.

'Knickers down Ellie.' Mr. Beckham's voice had gone a little tight.

She peeled them down and stepped out of them. He stood behind her and ran the riding crop from the back of her left knee right up to the loose leg of her French knickers. She shivered and tensed as he did the same to her right leg.

' You have no idea how enticing, intoxicating, these flimsies are have you dear,' he whispered.

'Lie across the table and spread your legs,'

He bent down and picked up her knickers, inhaling a heady aroma of talc and pussy as he held them close to his face.

'Now then Miss,' he said.

Ellie tensed.

Mr Bexham began to lay into her exposed buttocks with the riding crop, getting into a rhythm as each fresh blow found a new, untouched area of warm, smooth flesh.

She clung desperately to the table wriggling helplessly Her nipples were aching. A feeling of excitement coursed through her despite the terrible stinging in her bottom.

Finally Mr Bexham paused. She groaned as he slipped a thick finger into the loose leg of her knickers and eased it up into her wet, sticky pussy.

He moved his finger in and out, up and down, round and round and her hips began to churn involuntarily despite the indecency of all of this.

' What must you not do Ellie?' he enquired.

' Sir. I mustn't flirt with young graduates,' she managed to get out breathing heavily. The combination of her burning bottom and his clever finger up her pussyhole were driving her to distraction. His finger plopped out and he moved it across her swollen clitty teasing it, making little circles round it.

Ellie squirmed.

'Tell me,' he said softly, as he fiddled with her 'Our Friday reviews are they helping you at all in finding your role here, no?'

Ellie bit her lip.

Yes, yes,' she whispered, 'oh yes,' as if this was a perfectly natural way to be rating her progress, or indeed the lack of it. Half naked, arms spread across the table, lewdly exposed, her fiery buttocks cropped and throbbing terribly, his middle finger back, buried up her cunt.