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The first few weeks working from home were pretty good as far as Jess was concerned. No commuting for a start, a big personal time saving plus playing a part in reducing pollution.
No need to dress for the office and a consequent reduction in ironing and buying clothes. Peace and quiet to catch up on her ‘to do’ list and give undivided attention to the task in hand — there was certainly no drop off in productivity if the complementary emails from her manager were any guide.
Yet by the end of nearly three months it had all begun to pale, in a diminished world of healthy morning runs and solitary rural walks Jess missed human company. Zoom meetings several times a week just didn’t hack it, such stilted interactivity — frozen-faced bandwidth drops, awkward pauses and a continual feeling of either crashing conversations or being unable to easily enter discussions.
Worst of all the absence of close body contact and, let’s be honest, sex. Jess was unembarrassed and adept at taking care of her own needs, kept a box of sex toys and lube next to her currently too large bed. Sadly even her vividly inventive erotic imagination was flagging. Consequently she was starting to fixate on her, admittedly handsome, boss. A pre-lockdown mild crush developing into something approaching obsession, fantasies of fucking him, and more…
Relatively new to the company Jess was immediately taken by the charismatic presence of Richard, it’s founder and CEO. During the most recent work Zoom session just the sound of his voice had made her distinctly damp. She’d had her laptop propped on a cushion while sitting in the bedroom with only her head and shoulders in view — nothing but a pair of panties worn below, the plain wall behind betraying no personal clues as to her monastic existence.
The moment the meeting ends Jess shoves her laptop, screen still open, the saver rapidly rendering it dark, to the foot of her bed. Hot intrusive fantasies of Richard’s hand delving inside her skimpy knickers fill her mind; she pulls them aside and sets to work with flying fingers. Building feverishly towards a desperately craved sexual release Jess self-spanks her bare bum as a catalyst to a shattering climax.
Her pleasant post orgasmic reverie is broken by an instantly recognisable male voice. “Not the sort of closing contribution I’d expected, welcome nonetheless.” Richard had said goodbyes to his team and was about to turn off his PC when he saw one meeting member remaining online, looked closer and, wow!
With a cold stab of dread piercing her abdomen, Jess always quick on the uptake, realises her error. Oh God, the laptop is still connected — she forgot to sever the meeting link and its current angle allowed a panoramic view of her recent antics. How stupid could an experienced designer spending half her life nose glued to a Mac actually be? No, don’t answer that. Trouble is they’d all quickly got used to having devices permanently switched on, part of the furniture – people get careless.
With a desolate groan Jess grabs the screen and checks who is still Zooming. The voice is unmistakably Richard’s but might…
“It’s OK,” he says reassuringly, correctly sensing her anxiety, “I’m the only one here.”
“What must you think of me?’ Jess burns with humiliation and embarrassment — despite the crappy low resolution he can probably see her blushes.
“You’re obviously as frustrated as me for a start,” he replies calmly, “and we appear to have a certain interest in common.”
“Wanking?”
“I was referring to spanking.”
“Oh,” Jess is taken aback, “more a curiosity, I’ve no actual experience”
“You mean nobody has smacked your delectable derriere?” Richard’s genuinely incredulous.
“The odd playful swat maybe, but whenever I’ve Kartal Türbanlı Escort hinted boyfriends haven’t followed through.” Jess finds it curiously natural to discuss such an intimate topic.
“Young people,” Richard sighs, “no curiosity.”
“Hey, you’re only about five years older than me.”
“Seven actually, I looked at your file,” said Richard, “in a definitely non creepy way I might add.”
“Then why?”
“Because,” he says in the tone of voice usually used by a patient teacher to a particularly dim pupil, “I was attracted wanted to make a compatibility check.”
“I must have forgotten to tick the ‘Fancy copping off with the person who interviewed you?’ box on the application form,” replies Jess cheekily. “Anyway I seem to recall a strict no dating co-workers rule.”
“Ah yes, about that,” says Richard, “Included in the contract to protect employees from the unwanted attentions of senior staff.” Jess’s heart leaps — events are moving quickly and her intuition indicates a favourable direction
“What if they’re not unwanted?”
‘Fair point, well made,” he says, ” I think we require a one-to-one Zoom meeting to pursue this topic further…”
Two days later, an interminable wait brightened only by some battery-draining use of her toy collection Jess commences the promised online encounter. Pleasantries rapidly dispended with — they are after all already on the same wavelength – Richard poses a pertinent question: “Who were you thinking of when masturbating the other day?”
“You,” says Jess simply, voice barely more than a whisper.
“I’m honoured; doing what specifically?”
“Spanking me.”
“I see,” encouragingly Richard seems not in the least shocked, “then we ought to do something about that. I suggest some experimentation on your part.”
“In what?”
“Virtual spanking, pickup the laptop and take it on a walk around your flat. Look for possible ‘pervertibles’, mundane household objects suited to a use for which they were never designed.”
“Such as? Come-on, throw me a bone I’m new at this,” Jess is intrigued.
“I’m certainly not,” responds Richard enigmatically, “OK, try the kitchen first — check out spatulas and wooden spoons, yes, that’s ideal, slap your bottom.”
“Ouch!”
“See what I mean? Pity you don’t have a garden and a whippy cane…”
“Whoa — steady, I’ve still got my learner plates on,” interjects Jess, “traipsing about my home following the directions of a domineering man and slapping my tush with various domestic implements, in what world is that possible?”
“In the world of the new normal,” replies Richard smugly, “nice here isn’t it?”
“Gets a girl all hot and bothered….”
“I’ve a cure for that. Back into the other room, laptop on the chair, not too close I want a good view. Now, kneel on the bed, tug those tight leggings down — ha, I knew you weren’t wearing knickers – and smack your bum with the hairbrush while fingering your pussy until you orgasm.” A suggestion so ridiculous and outrageous that Jess, totally turned on, naturally obeys to the letter, surprising herself with how rapidly and noisily she comes. Regaining her composure she poses Richard a question.
“Er, as you saw, and definitely heard, I got off big time, how about you?”
“I’ll save it for when we meet.” Not wholly true, Jess may have forgotten the Zoom record function. Richard certainly hasn’t — a leisurely replay will follow shortly.
“Meet?”
“Yes, if that were an audition you’d have got the part. Time to put theory into practice. See you at the office on Saturday, I’ll text the time later.” Never for a moment does it occur to him Jess might refuse. Not for a second does she consider anything but complete obedience. Kartal Otele Gelen Escort
“You are going to fuck me as well?” Jess enquires.
“Spanking as foreplay — you think this is about sex?” Richard can’t resist making fun of her question.
“Of course it’s about bloody sex,” Jess is momentarily affronted, “what’s the point otherwise? I’m not about to get a sore arse purely for someone else’s gratification and then stay frustrated!”
“Which is of course the correct answer.”
Seeing Richard’s smile it occurs to Jess she may have overreacted. “Sorry,” she mumbles, “went bit OTT there. I became aware of a sexually submissive streak early on in my life but it’s taken a while to square that with my image of independent womanhood.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way — I admire a strong spirit. See you at the weekend.”
They end their respective isolations by driving separately and clandestinely to an office in a secluded courtyard near the town centre. Richard’s car is already present when Jess exits her own – demurely as possible in skirt this short – buzzes the intercom then walks across the eerily deserted floorspace to his private domain in the corner. It feels good to dress up after weeks spent in joggers and T-shirts. Sat behind his desk Richard wears a simple, stylishly cut suit and blue shirt, albeit with no tie, much in the style of a certain Mr Obama to whom he bears a considerable resemblance.
Jess has opted for business attire too, an alibi in case they’re discovered, a black skirt and white blouse conceal her very best lingerie. Why have I never previously noticed what amazing legs she has, Richard ponders. Feeling really horny he’d doubted Jess would actually turn up, although suspects his employee needs this encounter – a sexy subversion of everyday office life – every bit as much as him.
“You get that you’ve been complicit, from the start, nothing happens without your willing submission?” Richard gets straight to the point
“What do you have planned for me”
“A real life, skin to skin, literally hands on spanking, my palm on your bare bottom.
Jess feels a surge of adrenalin, her exposure and vulnerability is about to become absolute. Events proceed quickly, it’s all a blur; Richard unwinds from his chair – all six and bit foot of rangy athletic build – moves to stand in front of his desk and with a nod bids Jess approach. Watches as she sashays over on high heels, visibly tense with anticipation. Twirls her body around by the shoulders and bends Jess forward, elbows on the polished wood surface, an assured sequence of movements allowing no opportunity for reconsideration or dissent. He unfastens her skirt, lets it fall to the floor; followed immediately by a pair of pretty panties, pulling them down before Jess can resist, as promised her bottom is bared. She turns her head enquiringly, a restraining hand presses down: “Eyes front — I won’t tell you again.”
His fingers brush across her taut full globes, he discards his jacket. “Every bit as wonderful as I’d hoped,” says Richard, we’ll see how you respond to a spanking.”
Slap! One cheek, then the other, he looks for a reaction, nothing, did she feel that? Oh yes, felt it alright, still does; the stinging smart already suffusing her cheeks but determined not to be a wuss and make a fuss straight away.
“OK,” he says, whether to her or him isn’t clear. Richard roles up his sleeves, a simple act so full of intent she shivers with erotic excitement.
He begins to spank in earnest, steadily slapping each cheek in turn, watches Jess grit her teeth to supress an insipient yelp, weaving and squirming alluringly as the heat begins to spread across those increasingly red buttocks. A slow build up of sensation; Kartal Ucuz Escort in Richard’s experience some women mark easily, others hardly at all; Jess being in the former category. He’s spanking harder now, more so than usual when initiating a novice, determined to evoke a vocal response.
“Ow! Christ, enough already!” — ah, there we go, time to call a momentary halt. Lifted and spun confusingly around to face him Jess is pushed back against the edge of the desk, wailing in protest as her glowing buns make painful contact with the unforgiving surface.
“It doesn’t always have to be so harsh,” he reassures, “but if you don’t react expect firmer discipline.”
For her part Jess is a mess of confused emotions, guiltily aware of absolutely loving being told – make that made – to obey. She is so turned on right now.
“Open your legs,” orders Richard and Jess reluctantly complies, shuffling her feet about six inches apart — wincing again at her bum’s sharp contact with the desk. “Lean back, take your weight on your hands.”
Richard walks away – a drawer opens and closes – returns carrying a Perspex ruler, three lighting strikes on the left inner thigh, another trio on the right, livid red and shocking.
“Now open them properly like you should have done the first time.” She whimpers and pouts, spreading as directed, revealing all. “Trimmed, not shaved, I approve.”
Bastard, thinks Jess, wisely not voicing this opinion.
“What you got first was a naughty girl spanking, this is for grown ups.” The evil ruler lightly taps her dew-damp slit. “Adults get punished on all sorts of risque places.”
“Not fair, I didn’t know the rules,” Jess is indignant.
He smiles, crouches and – fingers pressing hard into her sore buttocks – works her vagina assiduously with mouth and tongue. Mindful of his earlier warning Jess doesn’t attempt to remain silent, gasps and moans appreciatively before climaxing all too soon — this is clearly a man who knows how to go down on a girl. While Richard discreetly wipes his mouth Jess clings tightly to the desk, knees trembling, wetness dribbling down her welted thighs.
“Look at the state of me” she observes ruefully, “and my boss still with trousers on; I can’t let you go home unsatisfied, that would be too cruel.”
Jess reaches forward and undoes his trouser zip; a fearsomely rigid cock springs into view. On my, thinks Jess, you are a big lad, good job I’m so wet, it’s going to be a tight fit. She pumps her hand up and down, watching Richards’s glazed expression as he surrenders to the feeling.
“Oh wow, pussy sopping, bum burning, so arousing,” Jess murmers, resting the tip of his prick between her labia and sliding sensually up and down. “Put it in me please, baby.”
Slowly he allows just the end to enter, then halts frustratingly on the threshold, keeping Jess in limbo.
“All of it?” he teases.
“All of it,” she confirms urgently, “right the way up, as far it will go, to the bloody hilt, is that specific enough.” He begins to thrust, lifting her legs, Jess’s arms around his neck, hips working animatedly, pulling Richard closer and crossing her ankles behind his back.
“I always had a high sex drive, my pretty pussy needs a lot attention,” she pants, “you keep that huge cock deep inside me until we’re done, I don’t want to finish with my dam fingers again. Give me a proper seeing to, come in me, fill your bad girl with spunk. Go on, fuck me ’til I scream, Yes, Yes, Yes!”
What, thinks Richard as he too reaches a violent crescendo, have I started?”
What indeed. Surpassing my dreams and a situation I might turn to my career and personable advantage, thinks Jess. Men are so easy to manipulate, despite his taking the initiative Richard will soon discover this particular sub is seriously demanding.
“Listen darling,” she breathes seductively, “next time we Zoom together I’ll show you my new butt plug, you can tell me how to put in so I can wear it when we next hook-up.” A few more weeks of week of furlough might not be a bad thing after all.