Chapter 3

“Thought you and I might give it a go,” I said.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

Her eyes went wide. “What, like now?”

“Why not?”

“So, who’s going to do the spanking?”

“I thought we’d both share the experience,” I suggested. “What do you think?”

“I’m game if you are,” she said, already unbuttoning her shirt.

“Okay, let’s role play. I’ll be the boss and you can be the disrespectful secretary.”

“You’re called Miss Jones.” Julie giggled, getting straight into character.

“Yes, I want you to take dictation.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I want you to take dictation.”

Julie raised her chin haughtily. “And I said I’ll do it later.”

“I’m the boss here, not you, Julie. Now if you value your job, you’ll do as I say, whenever I say, whatever I say, or else you’ll be fired. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Jones.”

“Good, now we have that cleared up, I want you to come here and bend over my knee.”

Julie gasped. “What?”

“Your job is on the line here, Julie. Bend over my knee now and stop being disobedient.”

“Yes, Miss Jones.”

She rose and stood before me with her hands folded.

”I said, bend over my knee.”

Giggling, she did. I pulled up her skirt and began to spank her on the bum. When she didn’t respond, I spanked harder.

“Oww,” she cried.

“That’s what happens when you don’t do as l say,” I said.

“You’re hurting me,” she whined.

I kept hitting her, slapping my hand backwards and forwards, ignoring her pleas. It was an amazing sensation, and seeing my hand prints peeking out of her panties had me throbbing.

“That hurts,” Julie said loudly.

“It’s supposed to hurt.” I lifted her skirt higher and pulled her panties down to expose her red cheeks.

I didn’t know what others felt when they spanked someone, but I enjoyed feeling the heat emancipating from her flesh in a way I never thought possible.

I rubbed my hands over Julie’s bum lovingly, caressing it with circular motions. Then I ran my finger down her crack very lightly, up and down. I heard her sigh with pleasure and knew she, too, was enjoying this.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, attempting to cover her bum.

“You shouldn’t have put your hands there. I didn’t tell you to do that, did I? Now I’ll have to spank you with the ruler for being too forward.”

I could see her bum getting even redder as I hit her with a ruler. I expertly slipped her panties down to her ankles, slid them off one leg, and left them dangling on the other. With my free hand, I pushed Julie’s legs apart to cup her pussy.

“Don’t,” Julie said, trying to pull her legs back together.

“I beg your pardon,” I said, surprised she’d changed her role in this game.

“I don’t think you should be treating me like this, Miss Jones.”

“Well, I think I should,” I said, forcing her legs back open.

“I think I could report you to the union.”

“Go right ahead and your job’s gone,” I said, giving her a very hard smack with the ruler. “For that comment, I will give you double what I was going to do originally.’

So I alternated the spanking, giving her one stroke with the ruler, then rubbing my hand over her bum before giving her a sharp slap with my hand. Occasionally I’d touch her pussy to see how wet she was getting. She didn’t mind, of course, even pushing her bum up seductively, encouraging more.

Oh God, this was fabulous.

“Ow,” Julie squealed. “Stop it. My bum’s going numb.”

“Quiet,” I demanded, hitting her hard on the pussy. “Quiet or I’ll do it again.”

She stopped complaining and began moaning, making whimpering noises.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away. “I think you like this, Julie,” I said, chuckling. “Do you think I need to punish you some more?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Yes, Miss Jones. You need to punish me more.”

“Come on, stand up for me,” I said, smoothing Julie’s skirt over her naked bum. “Turn around and take off your skirt.”

Julie had a sly smile on her face now as she took off her skirt. She kicked up the other leg, discarding her panties, and stood there in front of me. I slid my hand over her mound and into her slit.

“Oh,” Julie gasped.

“Hmm, it’s a very wet pussy, isn’t it? Let me see the rest of you,” I said, moving my hands under her blouse.

Julie undid each button, teasing me as she went, pouting her lips and looking up at me through her lashes. Her blouse dropped to the floor and she stood there in only a white bra.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said, giving her nipples a quick suck as I dropped her bra to the floor. “Lean over my desk so I can spank you.”

She didn’t hesitate. Totally nude, she leaned on the desk with her bum twitching in the air, her feet slightly apart.

I stood and, out of the drawer, produced a bamboo switch with which I began to whip her.

“Oh God, no more,” Julie said, flicking her hair around and peering at me with the same lustful look I’d seen on Kristen. “You’ve got to fuck me. Get your dildo, quick. I’ve got to come.”

I ran to my bedroom, pulled my box of toys from under the bed, and picked the biggest dildo I had. When I got back, Julie sat on the desk, legs splayed wide, masturbating.

“Fuck, you look horny,” I said, rushing over.

“You’ve got no idea how great that felt getting spanked. Quick, fuck me with that thing while I rub my clit.”

Within seconds she came, her juices oozing out of her to pool on the desk. When I tried to withdraw the dildo, she begged me to do it again. By now I ached to be spanked myself, and as I drove the dildo in harder and faster, I knew getting Julie into this had been a good idea.

By the time we’d reversed roles, it was dark. We were both completely sated, spanked, fucked, licked, and sucked. We’d made up our minds as soon as we could we’d contact Kristen and get her to introduce us to her world of spanking and God knows what else she might be into.

Who would have thought a spanking could produce so much pleasure?