I was on the phone Friday morning when Carol came into my office and dropped the three-quarter inch thick report on my desk. "There is, all finished. I have never had such a tedious assignment." I thought she was joking when she said, "I’m a bundle of nerves; what I need is a good spanking to help me relax." She left as quickly she came without giving me a chance to comment.
Later, I tried to read the report but my mind was a jumble of the report mixed with flashes of Carol's bare buttocks over my knee. No matter how hard I tried, the vision of her bending over, exposing her bare ass for me to spank kept coming back. I was painfully aware that I was sitting at my desk, trying to read the report with a tremendous erection.
Carol and I were equals, working on the same presentation to a client. She did most of the research while I would actually give the report. Besides being an excellent researcher, she was also a very attractive woman. No one would believe she was a grandmother, perhaps 42, seven years younger than me. Divorced, she was very attractive with short blonde hair, blue eyes, a Rubenesque figure and a quick, sensual smile. I often wondered why she didn't model for some of the plus size fashions that were so popular. Everything she had seemed to be just the right amount and in just the right place.
Although we had never done anything out of line or even suggested any improprieties, I secretly lusted for her. Now, the mental image of me slapping her bare ass with my hand was overwhelming. It took me all morning to read the report. By lunchtime, I finished and couldn't find any thing wrong with it anywhere. My erection and also subsided somewhat but I knew it was just lying in wait, like a snake, for the right time to present itself.
On my way out to lunch, I stopped by her office and dropped the folder on her desk. "The report is exceptional, I can't find a single fault with it anywhere. I think the client will be very pleased." I started to leave but when I got to the door I had a thought, turned around and half joked, "By the way if you need some help with that spanking let me know."
Later that afternoon, I passed her in the corridor. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled my ear down to her mouth and in a conspiratorial way whispered, "You can spank me anytime." She stuck her tongue in my ear, gave me peck on the cheek and left me standing there in the hall, watching her beautiful bottom undulating sensually down the hall, away from me and my hardening dick.
The rest of the afternoon was worse than the morning had been. Visions of both bare boobs and buttocks danced around in my head until everything I looked at was either a tit or a rump and I had the mother (or perhaps father) of all erections. By five o'clock, I was a wreck. She and I both used the same carpool and I wasn’t sure I could trust myself in the car with her.
There were six people in the carpool and because Carol and I were the next to the last two to get out, we always sat in the back seat of the van. About half way across town, she snuggled up to me, put her head on my shoulder and her hand in my lap. In the darkness in the back of the van, she unzipped my fly and easily found my engorged dick. As she fondled, she whispered in my ear for the second time that day, "It feels like our playful discussion bothered you as much as it did me. I have been dreaming about you spanking me all afternoon. I am going to take you up on your offer."
I wanted to run my fingers up her skirt and see if her pussy was as wet as my cock was hard but I didn't want to disturb her hand and what it was doing to me. She leaned forward and said to Paul, the driver, "Ed is going to stop by my house and do a little chore for me. I'll take him home when he is finished."
I was only a few seconds away from shooting my wad when the van pulled up in front of her apartment building. She quickly zipped me up and pulled me out of the van. I'm not sure if Paul knew what was going on or not. He turned around and winked at me before he drove off. Halfway down the block, he gave the horn a couple of toots.
Carol led me by the hand up the stairs to her second floor apartment, not letting me go until she had to open the door. Once inside, she turned, put her arms around my neck and with her forehead almost touching mine whispered to me, "Have you ever spanked a woman before?"
I hadn't, but I didn't want her to know just how inexperienced I was, so my ego said, "Sure, lots of times."
"Thank you for your little white lie. I know you're just trying to put me at ease but the rules of spanking are important and must be followed to gain the maximum pleasure and enjoyment."
She explained to me that I must be completely dominant and that she would be my slave. She stressed that I must be completely in charge and even verbally abusive and degrade her. From a drawer, she produced a small paddle and dropped it in my lap. It was a unique item. It looked a little like a ping-pong paddle that had the coverings removed and had been varnished. The handle was round, about six or seven inches long and perhaps one and a half inches in diameter and the end, rather than being square, was perfectly round and, quite frankly, resembled a penis.
She gave me a beer and left me sitting in the living room pondering both the paddle and the instructions for about 20 minutes. When she returned it was obvious she was freshly bathed and was wearing a very loose flitting muumuu. She kneeled at my feet, put her hands on my knees and said, "What would my master have me do now?"
She began to run her hands up my legs, dangerously close to my erection. At first I was indecisive and really wanted her to touch me there but remembering her instructions, said, "Stop that bitch! You already misbehaved in the van. What makes you think I want you to touch my cock?"
"I am very sorry master, I won't do that again without your permission. Are you going to punish me now?"
