Back to Spanking

Ok. I didn't spank on Friday at the Office as I do have a job when I return to the plant on Monday but this is what I dreamt up:

(Told in third person narration)

He stood there looking at his hand. Like his hand was a traitor or had violated him in some unspeakable manner. It was as if he would be able discern something in each wrinkle and crevase but nothing. Watson was drawing a blank, Holmes.

Only seconds before he had strolled into his co-worker's office. He had a document to be signed. She had been at the front of her desk and turned around, bending to grab a pen from the far reaches of her desk. Her pin striped tan slack had pulled tight over her bulbous ass. And... and he smack one ample cheek with his hand. The sound had echoed through the office for what felt like years but that was unlikely, the echo was in his head.


They were locked in shock, her mouth slightly agape and his free hand still holding the unsigned document.

Smack!!!! Her other cheek trembled slightly from the spanking blow.

"Why did you do it ... again?" Her voice was trembling just like her pale flesh tucked under her JC Penny pants.

"I just wanted to make sure the first time wasn't a fluke," he still examined her hand but he was uniquely aware of his sexual arousal become evident in the crotch of his Walmart jeans.

"How about I just leave this for you to sign," He stepped closer, she didn't move an inch still in some phase of complete shock. He placed the document on the desk right next to her stretched out torso.


(END)

so you know what I think about to get through rush hour traffic and an hour commute in the rain.

Happy Dreaming mere Mortals,