Kyra's Spanking Adventures by Chuck Wilson
Copyright (c)
2002, all rights reserved
Chapters
1-3...Spankus Interruptus...Tables Turned...and...After Effects
A serialized novella about saucy female exec, her female
employee and the hot spanking relationship with the Dominant man
in her life.
Not For Sale
Chapter
One – Spankus Interruptus
Betty Warren had mixed feelings when the telephone rang in the
office of her employer, Kyra Fletcher.
In
one way, it broke into a very unpleasant experience she was
undergoing and, perhaps, would provide her with a few minutes of
respite. On the other hand, however, she would just as soon get
the whole painful matter over and done with.
“Yes, Marlene? What is it?” Kyra asked impatiently. “It had
better be important because you know I don’t like interruptions
during a disciplinary session.” As she spoke, she was holding
over her knees the body of her 22-year-old file clerk, whose
bottom was bare and bright red, resembling two small hills
ablaze in a summer firestorm.
Kyra
had become an expert at administering a spanking. She was
certainly getting enough practice at it. Her hand had been
falling methodically and nearly without pause for more than five
minutes, and tears had just begun trickling down Betty’s face
when the phone rang.
Marlene, who knew better than to interrupt a corporal punishment
session for anything minor—for fear of finding her own precious
buns in their naked state and perched over the corrective
lap—nervously explained that Fred Johnson, an important client,
was on the line.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson,” Kyra said pleasantly after
picking up the phone. “What can I do for you? ... Are you
interrupting anything? No, of course not. Nothing important,”
she smiled as she gazed down at the red bottom that still lay
across her lap, “and I always have time for you. I’m just
getting to the bottom of a filing problem.”
“Cute,” Betty thought. “If it isn’t important, why am I lying
here with my behind on fire?”
As
the conversation droned on, Betty soon realized, by the tone of
Kyra’s voice, that her bottom would not be the only one in
jeopardy that day, for a co-worker also seemed to be in line for
a trip over the corrective lap. But she was not overly concerned
with that, for she had a serious problem of her own. She shifted
her body around on Kyra’s bony knees, trying to reach a
reasonably comfortable position. No matter what position that
was, however, the burning in her seat muscles could not be
ignored and she wanted the session to end as soon as possible.
A
spanking as an adult was always embarrassing, but in the present
circumstance she felt more juvenile than ever. Wouldn’t Mr.
Johnson be surprised if he could look through the telephone
lines and see fully developed feminine bottom cheeks red and
smiling back at him?
Of
course, there was nothing to smile about at either end because
Kyra was very upset with her filing clerk’s errors and was in
the role of the angry mother chastising her errant teen-age
daughter for smoking behind the garage.
Spanking itself was nothing new to Betty, however, as she and
the seven other female members of Kyra’s staff, including the
aforementioned Marlene Robbins, had spent numerous painful
minutes over the “lap of repentance,” as Kyra called it.
Kyra, herself, was aware of what a sore pair of buttocks felt
like, for both she and older sister Tanya had visited a lap
often during their teenage years, but the lap had belonged to
either her mother or father. Now, at 28 years of age, those
experiences were behind her (no pun intended), though the man
she was engaged to marry in a few months had demonstrated his
remarkable technique in reddening a female fanny.
Her
last parental spanking was the result of spraying paint over a
neighbor’s garage door one Halloween night. She and a couple of
her female high school friends were caught in the act and, when
she was brought home by police officers, she was reminded that
her mother and father—when they combined their talents—were
capable of painting her backside a nice crimson shade. She got
some consolation the next day when she learned that her friends
were also sitting on tender cheeks at their school desks.
Mr.
Fletcher had never tried to use his spanking skills on his
employees, and Kyra often thought how much more efficient the
electronics business would run if he had. After many years on
the job, he retired, moved from New York to Florida and turned
the business over to his daughter.
The
two male members of the staff, quickly tired of taking orders
from Kyra, whom they felt had an overbearing attitude, and quit.
That made it easier for Kyra to install her policy of “get
spanked or get fired” on the female employees who stayed on. She
paid exceedingly well and the women figured that, occasionally,
it was worth taking home a blistered bottom to be able to afford
some luxuries in life.
Anyway, they rationalized, they were adults and should be able
to follow business rules for eight hours a day. What they failed
to acknowledge, however, was that they were also human beings
and thus were prone to making mistakes. When those mistakes
reflected on the business, panties went down and bottoms turned
up for lessons in responsibility.
Currently, it was Betty’s turn to pay for her carelessness in
misfiling a folder that resulted in valuable business time being
lost. Wasting time was among the things that Kyra hated most.
So, when Betty reported to Kyra’s office, she stripped down to
panties and bra, the former now tangled at mid thighs, and was
now waiting for the resumption of her punishment.
Kyra
had gone so far as to have her office soundproofed so that
customers could not hear the sounds of an errant young woman
being spanked. But the members of the sales staff knew what was
going on behind that closed door, and that knowledge made
Betty’s pretty face flush almost as red as the cheeks on her
bottom.
Those thoughts were dispelled, however, as she heard Kyra
wrapping up the telephone call. “I’m sorry your order got mixed
up, Mr. Johnson,” she said. “You can be assured that we will get
this straightened out right away, and I promise that the woman
responsible will be severely reprimanded. It won’t happen again.
Thank you for calling.”
“Reprimanded?” Betty thought. “Yeah. Reprimanded on the
most tender part of the employees’ anatomy.” That was
quickly to be confirmed.
“Well, Betty,” Kyra said as she gently patted the two red orbs
staring up helplessly at her, “Judy Harris’s bottom will soon be
replacing yours over my knees. Like all of you, that little
lady’s brains sometimes seem to be in her behind, so that’s
where I will be trying to get through to her. Now, let’s see.
Where were we?”
Betty unintentionally wiggled her blushing bottom at that
question.
Oh, yes,” Kyra continued as her palm roamed over the rear
cheeks, “I was about to wind up this portion of your punishment.
But, my goodness, your buttocks have cooled somewhat, so I will
add some more hand spanks before using the hairbrush.”
“Geez, that’s awfully considerate of you,” Betty thought.
But she knew better than to utter the words aloud. That would be
like pouring oil onto burning water (or spanks on a burning
behind). So, knowing that Kyra insisted on a relaxed bottom
during the hand phase of a spanking, Betty did her best to
comply just before the woman’s palm landed smartly across the
deep dividing crevice.
“Ohhh, Ms. Fletcher ... Owwww ... I’ve had enough,” she pleaded.
“Geeez, my rear end’s on fire.”
“You
know better than that, Betty,” came the reply. “I decide what’s
enough here, and this little behind needs much more attention
because of your carelessness. But you needn’t worry,” Kyra added
with a bit of a snicker. “Your job doesn’t require much sitting
down time.”
“Maybe
she should have been a comedian,” Betty thought, though she
really could not see the humor in that remark. She had earlier
been rejected in her request to postpone the spanking for 24
hours since she had a date for that evening. She was informed in
no uncertain terms that, if a spanking was necessary, it was
never delayed for any reason. So any date would have to be a
stand-up affair.
Her
luscious, rounded buttocks were currently doing a dance of pain
over Kyra’s lap, and the older woman enjoyed seeing them bounce
and jiggle whenever her palm made contact. Kyra was a beautiful
woman and, though she was far from over the hill in sexuality,
she secretly resented her more youthful employees. Still, she
tried to be fair.
To
allay any guilt she might feel, she rationalized that she was
doing them a favor. When they were hired, she noted an
undisciplined manner in each of them and assumed that they all
came from permissive households. She knew the value of a sound
bottom warming and made sure that each young woman shared in
that knowledge whenever the occasion warranted.
After several more minutes, Kyra’s palm was matching Betty’s
bottom in redness, so, with another spanking yet to be
administered that day, she took the hairbrush from its place
atop her desk and placed its cool wooden backside against the
fleshy backside of the beautiful young blonde. Betty cringed at
the sensation.
“I
suspect you had your boyfriend on your mind while you were
attending to your filing work, Betty,” she said. “I hope you are
learning that there is a time for play and a time for work. Your
parents apparently didn’t teach you that.”
“Oh, but they had.” She had spent considerable time over one
of their laps studying the carpet pattern in her father’s study
while feeling a bonfire being built in her behind. In fact, she
still lived with them and, along with her 18-year-old sister,
Bonnie, was subject to the type of discipline she was now
receiving from her employer.
It
was only two nights earlier that she returned home from work to
hear the sounds of a spanking and the cries of her younger
sibling. The door to the study was open and she couldn’t resist
looking inside to see Bonnie’s cute, teenage buttocks bare and
reddening over her father’s knees.
Betty was to learn later that Bonnie had been sent home from
school after slapping a male classmate across the face during a
heated argument. Many more slaps were at that time being
directed onto the female fanny that had been reluctantly offered
up to Mr. Warren for paternal chastisement. She was sent up to
bed without supper and took with her a well-tanned behind that
would be very tender to sit on the next day.
As
her hairbrush spanking began, Betty knew she would have that
same problem when she returned to her duties with still nearly
four hours to go until quitting time. As Kyra had mentioned, it
was a good thing that filing required little sitting down time.
At
first, Betty’s main concern was calling off her date that
evening. It wasn’t that she lacked for suitors, given her lovely
face and figure, but she was really beginning to fall for her
current boyfriend, 28-year-old Jim Tabor, who, ironically, was
the same age as Kyra.
Now,
however, that concern was transferred to her defenseless
buttocks, which were feeling as if steam was rising from them.
The hairbrush smacked deep into those mounds of flesh and she
knew that they would be aching and burning for hours after the
session was completed.
She
hollered louder than most any kid caught misbehaving and tears
soon poured down Betty’s face. Kyra kept a firm expression as
she spanked up one side and down the other, each round trip
ending on the blonde’s upper thighs. The entire area was by that
time darkly reddened and looked like two large, overripe
tomatoes.
Smack ... Smack ... Smack ...
“Yowwww ... Owwwoooo ... Please ...”
The
symphony of hard wood landing on soft bottom flesh and the
feminine cries that accompanied it continued until traces of
blisters were seen making their appearance. It was at that point
that Kyra called the disciplinary session to an end and began to
tenderly rub Betty’s burning rear orbs.
“As
usual, you can use my office restroom to ‘freshen up,’” Kyra
told her, giving the chastened seat a final couple pats, “and to
put salve on these cheeks. Then get back to work while I take
care of another problem.”
With
her panties still around her thighs, Betty walked painfully
toward the restroom, her crimson buttocks testimony to a very
sound spanking. Closing the door, she immediately inspected her
crimson behind in the mirror over the washstand.
She
knew that the other “problem” Kyra had mentioned involved Judy
Harris, an attractive 20-year-old redhead, whose chubby bottom
would be more than matching her hair in color.
It
did not take long for Judy to be summoned to Kyra’s office. In
fact, by the time Betty had composed herself and had washed the
evidence of tears from her face, her co-worker had already been
called to judgment. Betty had to pass through the office on her
way out, so she saw another pair of feminine buttocks bare and
receiving the early portion of her correction over the boss’s
capable lap.
That
image of Judy’s bouncing and slowly reddening bottom and that of
her own blistered backside, which was still burning, played over
and over in Betty’s mind as she slowly made her way downstairs
and back to the business office.
“How’d it go, Bets?” Lili Turner inquired as she approached the
young blonde, who was back at her filing duties. “Or need I
ask?” she added.
“Well, let’s just say I don’t have any desire to go horseback
riding in the near future,” Betty replied with a weak smile. “I
think Ms. Fletcher missed her calling. She could have made a
fortune in hide-tanning.”
“I
know what you mean,” Lili said sympathetically. “The last time I
made that visit to her office, I felt the results for nearly a
week. Even a heavy pillow didn’t relieve the aching in my hind
end for two days.”
“When I left, poor Judy was getting reminded of Ms. Fletcher’s
spanking expertise,” Betty revealed. “Something about mixing up
an order for one of the clients.”
“That’s pretty serious,” Lili said. “When a girl gets customer
complaints, she can figure that her buns are going to get
fried.”
“Well, mine certainly have been,” Betty replied, “and, if I
don’t want another turn on the griddle, I’d better get back to
that filing cabinet.”
“I
know what you mean,” Lili grimaced. “Me, too.”
Chapter
Two – Tables Turned
Kyra did not spend her entire workday with one of her female
employees face down over her lap. In fact, on an average, one
bottom-warming a week was the norm as the young women tried hard
to keep their minds on business so as to avoid such a fate.
Sometimes a week went by before the sounds of spanking were
heard in the office.
Although she punished severely for work misconduct, Kyra often
rewarded her girls with pay bonuses for good performances.
During the two weeks of the Christmas holidays, spankings were
suspended and she always took the staff to dinner to show her
appreciation for their on-the-job performances.
The
employees not only respected Kyra but also liked her for the
most part. They had agreed to corporal punishment in lieu of
being docked wages or fired and seldom pleaded for clemency when
one was due. They voluntarily took off their outer clothing and
went voluntarily over her knees like naughty children, but tried
to take their spankings like adults. Still, it was always
amusing for Kyra to her to see bottoms turn up so docilely for
correction.
Kyra
relished her role as an executive and disciplinarian for her
employees, but, in her private life, she was happy to release
the “reins of power” and give that authority to her soon-to-be
husband, Len Walker.
Fascinated by her way of disciplining her staff, Len turned the
tables on her one night early in their relationship when he
playfully pulled her over his lap in the back seat of his car
and gave her several hard smacks over her dress. He enjoyed the
way she wiggled cutely over his lap. At first, however, he was
afraid that she would be angry and possibly refuse to go out
with him again, but he was pleasantly surprised when she instead
snuggled up close.
One
evening, as the relationship became closer, Kyra explained her
feelings concerning corporal punishment, saying she thought no
woman was too old for a spanking if one was deserved. And, she
added, she was sometimes as much in need of “a good
bottom-warming” as any of her employees that she figuratively
“took to the woodshed.”
“I
wield the hand of authority during business hours” she told him,
“but, although I fear most of today’s women wouldn’t agree, I’m
old-fashioned enough to believe that the man should be the head
of the household. And with that responsibility goes the right to
spank the wifely backside. So, when we’re married, I will go
over your lap without argument whenever you decide my behavior
warrants it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Len smiled.
But
he didn’t wait until their names were written on a marriage
certificate and, in fact, had paddled her pretty bottom on
several occasions – first over her dress, then over her panties.
He longed for the day he would feel comfortable in pulling them
down so that he could see that shapely bottom in all of its
naked glory. That day was not long in coming.
One
habit she seemed unable to break was being late for dates, and
that resulted in her most severe pre-marital spanking. She
thought nothing of emerging from her apartment bedroom 20 or 30
minutes after Len arrived to pick her up, and he finally laid
down the law.
On
one such evening, he informed her: “Okay, my dear. The next time
you’re not ready to go when I arrive, you’re going to get your
pretty, bare tush tanned, and I’m not kidding.”
“All
right, Len,” she replied meekly. “You’re right. I know I’ve been
testing your patience, and, if it happens again, I’ll go over
your knees voluntarily. But I don’t think that will be
necessary.”
Although she had long before learned from her parents the
beneficial rewards from spankings and enjoyed the playful type
she had previously received from Len, she was no braver than her
employees at the thought of receiving a real bottom-burner. So,
on succeeding dates, she made sure that she was dressed and
ready when he appeared at her door.
One
day, however, she was late leaving the office, ironically due to
the fact that she had the bare behind of one Susan Douglas over
her knees, for being rude to a customer. The matter could
possibly have waited until the following day, but, with a full
calendar ahead of her, Kyra decided to take a chance and hope
Len would understand. If not, she would have to pay the same
price as Susan and would likely be conducting business the next
day while resting her buttocks on soft pillows.
Although Susan’s correction could have been delayed and saved
Kyra some grief of her own, she believed in the old saying:
“Justice delayed is justice denied.” There was nothing more
important to her at that moment than the 24-year-old blonde’s
bare cheeks offered up for punishment. With the aid of her
trusty hairbrush, she gave them the complete workout without
worrying about the clock and sent Susan home a much sadder but
wiser young woman.
As
Kyra had feared, Len did not accept her excuse for being late
and informed her that business matters were not to take
precedence over their relationship. Then he added, “Tonight’s
date will consist of a lesson in priorities and you will have a
very sore bottom when the evening is over.”
“Okay, honey,” Kyra agreed, “but couldn’t we at least keep the
dinner portion of our date? We were so busy that I went without
lunch.”
“Sure,” he said, “and we can include that as part of the lesson.
I do not want you risking your health for any reason by going
without eating. I can assure you, however, that this meal will
be the last one you’ll be sitting comfortably for in the
foreseeable future.”
A
chill went down her spine, and she recalled Susan’s ruby red
bottom when she let her off her lap only a couple hours earlier.
It was likely that both she and her employee would both be
sleeping on their stomachs that night.
Kyra
had never been more aware of the part of her anatomy that she
was sitting on than she was that night at the restaurant. She
could feel a constant tingle in her rear orbs, a reminder of
what awaited her a short time later at Len’s house. He told her
that her spanking would be there rather than in her apartment so
that he could care for her bottom after it had absorbed the
punishment. He also suggested, that, despite her heavy schedule,
she call in sick the next day.
But
Kyra was nothing if not stubborn. She insisted that her
employees show up for work the morning after their spankings and
she was determined to do the same thing. She would remain in her
office throughout the day, however, so that no one would be
aware that she was sitting on pillows and realize that she had
been spanked. She felt such knowledge would cause her to lose
respect, so she would make sure it remained a secret between Len
and her.
“How’s your dinner, honey?” he asked as if they were out on a
normal date.
“Fine,” she replied with a smile, although she was not as hungry
as she thought earlier, despite missing the mid-day meal. She
recalled that, even as a teenager, she could only pick at her
food when she knew she was in for a red, hot bottom that night.
On
this occasion, she would learn what she could expect from Len
after they exchanged “I do’s” in front of a minister and
suspected that she would be in for many more sessions over his
knees – not necessarily of the playful variety. But she loved
him and was willing to become an old-fashioned wife, who would
bend (literally) to his will, though she knew he would also be a
kind and loving partner.
One
thing Kyra was to learn was that Len never backed off from a
promise, and, if she thought he might have a change of heart on
this night, she was to be sorely mistaken. After returning from
the restaurant, he sat her down beside him on the sofa and
explained why she was to be spanked.
“It
may be fashionable to enter a theater late, but I have never
thought of tardiness as a virtue. My parents insisted that my
sister and I be prompt for any event and, were we to be late for
dinner, we both were sent to bed without it and with very red
behinds. Promptness is one thing I expect in a wife.”
“All
right, honey,” Kyra meekly replied, bowing her head as she found
the roles being reversed between her office hours and those she
would be spending with Len. She insisted on strict obedience
from her employees. Now it was her turn to show the same respect
to him.
“Now
you may go into the bathroom and get ready,” he said. “There are
clean towels in there if you wish to shower. When you come back,
I want you wearing only your underwear.”
She
blushed as she immediately got up and headed toward the
bathroom. She turned on the shower and began to undress.
“Did
he say he was going to spank me on my bare bottom?” she asked
herself as she stepped under the water’s spray, and,
instinctively, reached back to touch her rear globes. Although
Len had spanked her before, she always had some protection back
there and had wanted to save some mystery for their wedding
night.
The
thought of her buttocks lying disrobed over his lap caused the
blush on her pretty face to grow even brighter and she realized
how the ladies under her employ felt under similar
circumstances. Her parents always spanked on bare skin and she
grew up to feel that was the proper way. But this was a
different matter.
“Well, I may as well get used to it,” she told herself as
the water washed the soap from her body. “I imagine I will be
spending quite a bit of our married life over his knees.”
Suddenly, Kyra realized she had been in the shower for several
minutes and that Len would likely be getting impatient. “No
sense putting this off,” she thought, so she stepped from
the shower and toweled herself off and looked over her shoulder
and into the mirror to see the twin, white globes that she would
soon be offering up to him.
“Not
bad,” she murmered with a shallow laugh. She had always been
proud of her body and had worked hard to keep it in shape since
leaving her teen years. She was aware that that bottom had
attracted the attention of many men, but on this night it was
going to get the wrong kind of attention.
Or
was it? After expecting her business staff to acknowledge their
guilt while taking their spankings, wouldn’t it be hypocritical
of her not to do the same? She had been given a clear warning by
Len of what she could expect if she was late for another date
and it WAS a bad habit. No, she deserved the spanking all right,
she decided, and she would do her best in facing up to it.
After donning her panties and bra, she hesitantly left the
bathroom and walked back to the living room, where she saw Len
sitting on a dining room chair. Alongside him was a small table,
upon which lay a hairbrush, the backside of which was made of
rosewood. It looked shiny new, a sign that he had anticipated
such a session and went out and bought it especially for her.
Kyra
had hoped he would bend her over a table or chair, but it was
clear that he intended for her to assume the “nursery” position
over his knees. She stood transfixed in her undergarments until
he finally patted his lap and crooked a finger toward her.
“Let’s go, baby,” he said.
She
slowly walked to his right side but there was no hesitation as
she surrendered into a triangle position, her bottom the highest
point of her anatomy. She was about to get the first real
punishment spanking of her life since leaving home at age 20.
Len
roamed his right hand over her panties as if smoothing the
material, and Kyra had fleeting hopes that he would leave them
in place. Such was not to be the case, however, and she felt her
gluteal muscles tighten as he began to lower the last line of
defense.
She
felt a hardness pressing into her lower stomach as the panties
descended, informing her that he was as aroused as he was angry
over her tardiness. He could hardly refrain from breathing hard
as his girlfriend’s beautifully sculpted buttocks were unveiled.
They were snow white and in stark contrast to the tanned skin on
her upper back, fully rounded and separated by a deeply defined
vertical crevice.
The
tables having been turned on her, Kyra was about to experience
once again the feelings of a person who was no longer in control
of her fate. Len’s left arm was now wrapped around her waist
while his right palm massaged her upper and lower back as well
as her thighs.
“Relax, honey,” he told her. “I want you to know that, when we
are married, I will set up a few rules for you to follow. They
will not be overly strict and, at your age, I don’t expect to
have to discipline you often. But I will when necessary to keep
our home running on a steady course.”
“A
steady course,” she thought. Len’s Navy experience was showing
through and he clearly intended to be the captain of this ship.
All
previous thoughts left her mind as the first spank cracked
against her bottom cheeks, across the crack at its deepest
point. Her legs shot back and her panties dropped from her
thighs to her knees while a pink imprint of his hand and fingers
emerged.
Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank ...
“Ohhhhhh ... Ooooohhhhh ... Ouuuchhh ... Ohhhh, that hurts ...
Owweeeee ...”
Kyra
found herself being returned to her childhood as her bottom,
untouched by an angry human hand for several years, started to
feel a warmth spreading over it. She tried to keep it relaxed as
much as possible, as she told her employees to do, in order to
provide a soft target. After all, she, not Len, was the one
being punished. It became more and more difficult, however, as
Len possessed a hard hand that sent waves of pain through her
more bottom.
Any
thoughts of embarrassment left her as the warmth increased to an
unpleasant degree. She wiggled her reddening bottom, trying to
guide the blows to the less spanked parts, but Len held her
tightly and it became apparent that he had had previous female
bottoms over his knees and was quite expert in the art of
corporal punishment.
He
stopped for a few moments to rub his hand tenderly over the
punished flesh, but before Kyra could regain her composure, the
spanking resumed and her legs were again flailing about,
exposing parts of her anatomy she had tried to conceal.
But
it didn’t concern her at that moment. Her only concern was when
his hand would stop its incessant falling on her torrid
backside. Unfortunately, he showed little sign that his arm was
tiring! Through tear-blurred eyes, she saw the hairbrush lying
on the table and hoped that it would not be put to use.
Again, however, Kyra’s hopes were to be dashed. When the hand
spanking was finally concluded, and, after she was given a few
minutes respite, she saw him pick up that awesome looking
weapon.
Kyra’s buttocks again tightened and this time she made no effort
to relax them. When the brush made its first impact, a jolt of
electricity seemed to go through her entire being.
“Owwwwww ... Oh, Len ... Ouuuchhhhh ... Nooooo, please ...
Oweeeee ... Ohhhh, my poor bottom ...”
Her
cries were those of a girl only half her age as she pleaded
unashamedly for mercy. By that time, Len was feeling very sorry
for his girlfriend but he wanted her to know what awaited her
later for any serious misconduct.
So
he spanked on, moving the hairbrush upward and then downward
while alternating on the two hot rear cheeks. He didn’t neglect
the upper thighs either, making sure the memory of the spanking
would remain when she sat down for the next several days.
Finally, when both cheeks and thighs were blistering hot, he
stopped. Kyra looked nothing like a self-assured business
executive, as she collapsed over his knees. Her scarlet buttocks
clenched and twitched as Len returned the hairbrush to the
table.
Gently, he lifted her off his lap and led her to the sofa, her
panties left lying on the floor. Seating himself in the center
of the sofa, he guided her back over his lap, her head resting
on a pillow at one end and her legs stretched out at the other.
Her first thought was that there was more spanking to come.
But
he instead reached across her body, now nude except for her bra,
to the coffee table, where he had placed a tube of burn
ointment. For the next 10 minutes he carefully spread it over
her seared behind.
“I
hope I won’t have to do this very often,” he told her as tears
continued to roll down her pretty face. “I love these little
chubbies too much to have to put them in this condition.”
“I
hope you won’t, too,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at
him with a weak smile.
Chapter
Three – After Effects
Kyra
slept fitfully alongside Len and awoke the next morning with her
bottom feeling as if it had spent the night cooking in a
350-degree oven. She was still aching deep within those muscles
from the sound spanking he had administered. She wasn’t
immediately aware of it, however, until, having been lying on
her stomach all night, she rolled over only to quickly resume
her previous position.
“Yowwwww!”
she cried as her buttocks briefly made contact with the sheet.
“Ohh, my gawddd!” she moaned.
That brought Len out of a sound sleep. “Wha-What’s the matter?”
he asked.
“You
should know,” Kyra replied with a weak grin. “You’re the one who
gave me this roasted rump for dinner last night.”
“I’m
sorry,” he said, a look of true concern on his face. “Are you
all right?”
“Except for the soreness in my after-burners, I’m fine,” she
replied. “And you don’t have to be sorry. I deserved that
spanking. It taught me a good lesson. That’s what spankings are
supposed to do, right?”
“You’re quite a girl,” Len declared, reaching over to gently
place his hand on her warm bottom.
“Actually, I know that I can be quite a difficult girl at
times,” she said. “I spank my employees for not showing
responsibility or respect, and then I turn around and act the
same way toward you. I promise, I will behave much better from
now on ... Oh my, look at the time! It’s 6:30, and I have to be
in my office by eight. I have a lot of work to do.”
“What do you plan to sit on to do it?” he chuckled.
“Oh,
I have some pillows in the cabinet I offer to the girls after
they’ve been spanked,” she said with an impish grin as she
slowly eased herself from bed. “My main problem is to get there
before anyone else so they won’t see how stiffly I’m walking. To
have it get around the office that the boss has had her booty
spanked wouldn’t do my image any good.”
“You
should let me put some lotion on those pretty buns and then stay
off them today,” he suggested.
“Wish I could, but I still have a business to run,” she replied,
“although, that lotion sounds like a good idea.”
Len
spread some cooling balm over the well-punished area, and Kyra
added with a giggle, “This is one of the wages of sin. Once I
get plopped down on those pillows, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Whatever you say,” he said, giving the cheeks a final light
pat. “I’ll fix breakfast while you’re getting ready. I’ve got to
get to work, too.”
Kyra
painfully pushed herself up and out of bed, making sure that her
bottom did not again come in contact with the mattress. “Wow,
this butt is aching,” she moaned as she put her hands back to
carefully console them. “That man can really spank.”
She
shuffled her feet and she went into the bathroom. Since there
was no way she could sit on the bathtub tile, she turned on the
shower to a luke-warm spray and turned so that her bottom was
away from it. She didn’t stay long and quickly got dressed to
join Len for breakfast.
As
she walked into the kitchen, he noted that she was wearing a
casual dress, obviously because she could not take the tight
material of a business suit against her tender spanked parts.
“Damn it, Kyra,” he exclaimed, “you can’t be serious about going
to work today.”
“Indeed I am,” she said stubbornly, then added with a wry smile.
“You can take away my sitting ability, but you can’t take away
my spirit.”
“Well,” he grinned, “we could put that theory to the test now
with another quick trip over my knees.”
“Gee,” she replied with a teasing smile, “that sounds
enchanting, but isn’t it too bad that I don’t have time for that
test right now?”
“Okay,” he replied. “Just don’t call and expect me to pick you
up after work tonight.”
After a 20-minute uncomfortable drive, Kyra arrived at her
office and was surprised to find her personal secretary, Marlene
Robbins, already at her desk in the outer office. Marlene
immediately saw the difficulty Kyra was having as she walked
into the room.
“What’s wrong, Ms. Fletcher?” she asked. “Are you hurt?”
“Uh,
yes. I strained my back, but I’ll be all right. I have a lot of
work to do, so I don’t want to be disturbed.” With that, she
went into her office and closed the door. But, even with the aid
of pillows, she quickly found that she was unable to concentrate
on her work because of the soreness in her buttocks.
A
few minutes later, Marlene’s buzzer sounded and she was summoned
into Kyra’s office. “I didn’t want to, but I’m going to tell you
something in the strictest confidence, Marlene,” Kyra said. “And
I mean strictest. I don’t want this getting around the office.”
“Of
course, Ms. Fletcher,” Marlene replied.
“As
you can see, I put two pillows on my chair and I still can’t sit
down,” Kyra explained. “I don’t know how I managed to drive here
this morning.”
“Would you like me to set up a chiropractic appointment?”
Marlene asked.
“A
chiropractor wouldn’t do any good for my problem,” Kyra said
with a semi-laugh. “This is the secret I’m going to let you in
on and I don’t want anyone else to know.” As she spoke, she
turned her back, pulled up her dress and quickly slipped her
panties down.
“Oh,
my God!” Marlene exclaimed as she saw the red cheeks of her
employer’s bottom that had also taken on a purplish shade. “What
happened? Who did this to you?”
“I
got a good spanking from my fiancé last night,” Kyra replied. “I
don’t think I have to explain why I don’t want any of my other
employees to know about this.”
“Of
course,” Marlene said, “but it looks as if he wanted to take the
skin off you back there.”
“Well, I deserved it,” Kyra declared. “I have given spankings
that are just as severe, as you should know.”
Marlene nodded, recalling one day after she sent a letter to a
client, leaving out one word that changed the entire message and
cost the company a good amount of money. It was she who couldn’t
sit that day after the boss’s hand and hairbrush had beaten out
a strong message on her backside.
“Anyway,” Kyra continued, “I brought along some burn salve in my
purse that I planned to apply myself but, under present
circumstances, it isn’t easy to do. Would you mind doing it
while I bend over my desk?”
“Of
course not,” Marlene replied, taking the tube from her employer.
“But,” she added, “wouldn’t it be easier on you if I sat on the
couch and you laid over my lap? The skin wouldn’t stretch so
much.”
“You
may be right,” Kyra said with a hollow laugh. Then he eyebrows
narrowed. “Just don’t try to take any liberties while I’m in
that position.”
“No,
Ma’am, I won’t,” Marlene agreed, taking her seat on the center
of the couch.
Kyra, with dress still raised and panties down to her ankles,
stretched out over the waiting lap.
“What an opportunity!” Marlene thought with a suppressed giggle,
seeing the 28-year-old buttocks turned up like those of a baby
on a bearskin rug. She would have loved have the chance to add
some spanks of her own to those painful, chubby mounds, but that
would have to remain her private fantasy.
She
went to work, gently massaging the salve all over Kyra’s spanked
parts, especially the area between buttocks and thighs, where
she would be putting most of her weight in the seated position.
She also worked it into the central cleavage, where a few
blisters were also showing.
“Oooohhh, that feels good,” Kyra purred as the coolness
penetrated the pores in her backside. “You’re probably wondering
what caused this,” she added. “It was a case of being late for a
date once too often – a after I had previously been warned what
would happen the next time. And you know how strict I am about
promptness in this business.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I certainly do,” Marlene replied, remembering that
another session over Kyra’s knees had cured her of that fault.
Others had learned the same lesson the hard way.
“I
hope that feels better, Ms. Fletcher,” she said as she finished
the medical massage and pulled her boss’s panties back into
place.
“Yes, it does,” Kyra answered as she got to her feet. She bent
to pull her panties up again and then shook down her dress.
Walking to the other side of the desk she eased her bottom very
slowly onto the pillows. “I still feel as if I’m sitting on a
cactus plant, so I may ask you to come in again later.”
“Whenever you say,” Marlene replied as she returned to her
duties, stifling a smile over her employer’s condition.
It
was the longest day of Kyra’s life and she was glad to return to
Len’s house, where she would spend at least one more night. He
fixed dinner, which she would eat standing up, and, less than an
hour later, she found her bare buttocks in a familiar position –
over his knees as he sat on the sofa.
This
time, though, they were not there to be spanked but to be
comforted by more applications of the burn salve. As it was
being applied, they watched TV with the sound low.
“I
told you that you should have stayed here today,” Len said as
his hand gently rubbed over the sore cheeks, his fingers
trailing along the crevice that separated them. Then he gave
them a light spank, which brought a quick “Ouch.”
“Yeah, I suppose you were right,” Kyra admitted. “I didn’t get a
lot of work done since I couldn’t take the pressure on my
bottom. I know I couldn’t have made it without Marlene’s help.”
“Why
don’t we get married right away?” he suddenly asked. “Then you
can sell your business and stay home like a good wife.” He
chuckled with his last remark.
“Oh,
but I would hate to give it up,” she replied, earnestly. “It
brings in quite a bit of money. Maybe you could become a
partner.”
“I’m
afraid I don’t know that much about electronics, honey,” he
said.
“But
you’re good with figures,” she pressed. “You could keep the
books and leave Marlene free to write letters and fill orders.”
Then she laughed. “And you could even spank a few naughty female
bottoms if you wished. I’m sure that wouldn’t be too much of an
imposition.”
“I
guess that would be a fringe benefit all right,” he smiled,
lightly patting his girlfriend’s upturned globes. “But I’m
afraid that this is the only bottom I care about.”
“You
didn’t seem to care about it much last night,” Kyra replied,
looking back and sticking her tongue out at him.”
His
eyebrows raised meaningfully. “Apparently, you fail to realize
the perilous position you’re in, young lady,” he said with mock
firmness, raising his palm menacingly above the huddling twin
mounds. “Let’s not get sassy.
“All
right! I’m sorry!” she shouted.
“Anyway,” Len laughed, “I could run into a bit of a legal
problem there. No, spanking is your job at the office. It’s my
job here.”
“And
you’re good at it,” she replied, looking back at him with a
smile. “I just hope that the next time I misbehave, it will be
closer to the weekend.”
Look for more chapters in
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