Posted by Sebrina Rose on July 01, 2003 at 00:10:37:
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“Well, well, well … what do we have here?”
“Come on in, join me, Sir.” She whispered seductively … shifting on the barstool and parting her already spread thighs to attract his full attention.
He stepped through his own doorway, a quizzical look upon his face. “Join you, Ms. Wilson? Perhaps, I should spank you.”
A slight blush rose to her drawn cheeks. “I dare you.” She said softly, taking an extended drag of her cigarette and flicking the ashes onto his freshly vacuumed carpet.
“Naughty girl, Ms. Wilson. Very naughty, indeed.” He unbuttoned one blue shirtsleeve, then the other.
“Call me, Diana.”
“Diana … goddess of the hunt. On the prowl, my dear?”
She growled … then threw her head back in a throaty laugh.
“Well, Ms. Wil … Diana, this is a side I’ve never seen.”
“Wanna see more, Mr. Stephens?”
“Perhaps.”
She lifted her glass off of the bar and took a slow sip, then set it back down and deliberately licked her luscious wine stained lips.
“You’ve been hiding your beauty and sexy body under your thick glasses and bulky, white lab coat, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh.” She giggled.
He sighed, looking her scantily clad body up and down. “Pity … you’re quite beautiful.”
“Perhaps I should be punished for my deception.” Her impish pout intensified.
“Punished?” He raised a brow.
“Spanked.” She whispered as a mischievous sparkle danced in her hazel eyes.
“I suppose you should. However, the building is kept rather cold, isn’t it? We have very important equipment here.”
She glanced at the noticeable bulge forming in his trousers. “Yes, Sir … large equipment, too.”
He grinned. “You work in my computer programming department, correct?”
She nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Here awfully late, aren’t you?”
“The night is young.”
“Almost 2 am …” he said with a glance to the wall clock, a sly smile lighting up his rugged face. “Closing time.”
“Sure you want these … closed?” She smirked and slowly spread her legs even wider … revealing the crotch of her snug, black, satin panties.
“Tell me, how you got in here, you naughty minx.” He growled … eyeing the black lace garters and cocking an eyebrow as he crossed the room heading straight for her. “This is a highly restricted area … private access only.”
“This is private access too, Mr. Stephens,” she giggled, dragging a painted red fingernail down the front of her panties. “I’ve a lot of tricks up my sleeve, ya know.” She grinned, taking another long drag of her cigarette and blowing the white smoke in his direction.
“Your dress doesn’t have any sleeves, young lady … in fact there’s not much to it at all.”
“Covers just enough.” She grinned and readjusted the shoulder strap, before the low dip in the front revealed more than she was ready to expose.
“Reveals too much.” he stated, as he stood next to her. Their eyes locked.
Diana’s heart raced and she made a move to step off the barstool.
“Stay right where you are, little girl.”
She snuffed the cigarette out in the black ashtray and looked into his commanding, ice-blue eyes. “Was that an order, boss?”
“What do you think?”
She immediately disobeyed and slithered off the barstool with a defiant stare. Her toned, stockinged legs arched in her black leather heels – a sexy display he just couldn’t overlook.
Without speaking a word, he reached out and placed his hands firmly upon her slender hips.
A low husky moan escaped her parted lips. Half-heartedly she squirmed, as her fingers wrapped around his broad, tanned wrists. Strong, muscular hands grasped tight … lifted up and firmly placed her back upon the soft barstool. “Such a naughty girl.”
“Ohhhh you have no idea, Sir.”
He leaned over and brushed her straight, long, blond hair away from a flushed cheek and whispered, “Up on your knees.”
A shiver danced down her spine.
“For the record, Diana … that was an order.” He began rolling his shirtsleeves just past the elbow.
She swallowed hard and chewed her lower lip batting her lashes seductively.
He folded his arms and stood next to the stool, waiting.
Diana lowered her eyes and kicked her legs, sending the stool spinning around to face the bar. She then steadied herself and shifted positions, placing her knees upon the padded seat … her dress hiking up … further exposing her thigh-highs and garters.
“That’s good.”
She smiled, glancing seductively over her shoulder. He remained behind and to the side of this intriguing young woman.
“Stretch all the way over … arms extended to the sides … palms flat.”
“Excuse me?” She gasped.
“You heard me.” Came his no nonsense reply.
Diana felt her stomach tighten.
“You will learn there are consequences for your actions, young lady … serious consequences.”
“Consequences? HA!” A mock display of indifference only increased her arousal.
Hiding a smile, he nodded and pointed toward the bar.
She pressed her lips together … then obediently extended herself over …chest spilling from the top of her dress, fingertips pressed against the cool wood. Her inviting, rounded bottom peeked out from under the flimsy black material and he gave a low growl at such an exceptional site.
“Sheer perfection.” He reached a hand out and peeled her dress to the small of her back exposing her panty-clad derriere. “Don’t move.”
She turned her head and nodded. “Yes, Mr. Stephens.”
His large hand ran across her taut panties. “What am I to do with you, young lady?”
“Anything you want.”
“You’ve worked for me a full year …”
“Yes.”
“Have you always been such a naughty girl?” His hand explored lower, dampness gave away her extreme exhilaration. Diana bit her lower lip and stifled a whimper.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He raised his arm high above his head. “This … is for breaking into my private office.” The resounding smack echoed loudly and was followed by an audible gasp from the slender young woman stretched across his bar. “This is for daring me to spank you!” She gasped again and tried to move her backside away.
“Keep your bottom nice and high, my girl.”
She complied, thrusting her stinging bottom out … only too pleased to obey his command.
“And this is for being so damn sexy.” His hand reestablished itself on the opposite cheek. Three more solid smacks followed. Red handprints bloomed and peeked out from under her thin panties.
“Mmmmmm.”
“These are for teasing me, you naughty girl.” His frequent spanks were increasing with intensity. “Your outfit is shameless.” She wiggled her bottom anew but always made sure to keep his target nice and high.
“Owwwww! Yes, Sir … shameless!” Her squeals and gasps were intensely arousing to them both.
He stepped directly behind her and grabbed both of her warmed cheeks in his large hands. “Learned your lesson yet, my little seductress?” He kneaded her soft, warm bottom-flesh and Diana couldn’t help but hiss and grind her pelvis into the bar. She shook her head vigorously from side to side.
“Mmm hmmmm.” Slowly, he inserted his fingers into the waistband of her black lace-top panties and tugged them mid-thigh. “I didn’t think so.”
She trembled … feeling so exposed to his gaze … so naughty … so naked … so vulnerable and yet … intensely desired.
“I want you goddess,” He murmured from behind. “ … and I’ll have you.”
“Take me,” she moaned. “I’m yours.”
“Not so fast … we’ve other business to deal with first ... don’t we?”
She nodded, turning her head to see what he was doing.
“Eyes straight ahead, young lady … you’ll know what I’ve in store, soon enough.”
She heard the telltale jingle of his belt being unfastened and a swooshing sound as he swept the thick, stiff piece of brown leather through the belt loops.
“Such a naughty girl, slacking off when you’re supposed to be working.”
“Uh huh.”
“Instead of doing your job, you just helped yourself to my private office, my special wine and my expensive cigarettes.”
“Uhhhh huuuuh.” She moaned.
So … what do you have to say for yourself, my little huntress?”
“I'm … I’m not sorry.”
“ Didn’t think so. Neither am I.”
He ran the cool, doubled over leather across her warmed up bottom as she writhed upon the lacquered bar top.
“You spend a lot of time fantasizing about us … don’t you?”
She remained silent.
“Answer me, young lady.”
He raised his arm and brought the leather down with a thwack across both cheeks.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Diana lurched forward thrusting her head back and bottom out. Her boss was skilled and stood at her side, making sure to place a firm arm around her slender waist.
“Stay in position, Goddess … I won’t remind you again.”
She instantly followed his direction and repositioned herself, knees directly center on the calfskin stool. She felt the leather belt leave her bottom, and in its stead a light raised stripe remained.
“Now, I’ll ask again, do you waste precious work time fantasizing about us?”
Again, she gave no response.
He took his hand and ran a finger down the cleft of her bottom … spreading her cheeks and playing a bit, dipping low and deep. This endearing deed left her trembling and full of need.
“I’m waiting.”
“I know.” Was her smart reply.
“Stubborn girl. I don’t like to wait.”
He raised the belt and brought it down across her bottom … not once … not twice but three full times, sending Diana forward on each biting smack.
“Yesssssssss,” she finally cried, as the belt landed a fourth time, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“Yes what, young lady?”
“Yesssssss … I think about this … us … all the time!
“I see.”
The belt was raised again and this time it continuously kissed the back of her tender thighs.
Soon, her nether region was a canvas of reds and crimsons. Serious heat irradiated from her bottom and Diana whimpered as her strict boss dropped his belt, and ran his gentle fingertips across her searing skin. Again, she thrust up to meet his hand and involuntarily spread her knees apart, inviting him in.
He adeptly reached behind the bar and retrieved a small bottle. Diana gasped as she felt his hand slathered her burning backside with cool, soothing lotion. He paid special attention to her no longer hidden charms.
“Take me, Mr. Stephens!”
He reached down with one hand and undid his neatly pressed slacks … allowing them to drop freely to the floor.
“Take me now, Mr. Stephens … I want you, Mr. Stephens … I love you, Mr. Stephens … I neeeeeeed you, Mr. Stephens!” Her voice increased an octave with each declaration … as she writhed in sheer ecstasy.
He took a step forward and rubbed up against her blazing bottom-cheeks, roughly squeezing her tortured flesh yet again, making sure to wake that intense sting.
“Owwww!” she cried. Ohhhhhh Sir!”
“I need you too, my sweet Diana.” He continued to knead her bottom as she squirmed.
“You’re an animal, Sir.”
“A wild animal stalked and captured by Diana, goddess of the hunt.”
She moaned as he took her from behind in one, animalistic thrust, claiming her as his very own.
“Alrighty … I think I’ve seen enough.” His piercing voice interrupted from behind.
“Holy crap!” A panicked Diana Wilson exclaimed as she nearly fell off of her office chair. Her knees had imprints form the woven fabric and her elbows ached from supporting her body across her hard wooden desk for so long. She ripped the headgear off of her head … getting part of her hair tangled in the equipment. “H… H… How much did you see?” She stammered.
“All of it.” Came his calm reply.
Diana paled. “ALL of it? I’m soooo gonna be fired.”
“Impressive virtual reality computer programming, Ms. Wilson … or shall I call you Diana, since we’ve been so … intimate already?”
She blushed to the roots of her hair and flipped her computer monitor off. “Mr. Stephens … I was just … I was … I … I …”
“You were just engaging in a little self-gratification with a brilliant piece of technology. What skill, what interaction, what realism.”
“Brilliant?” Diana stared at the floor as she cheeks burned. He thought her work was brilliant. He’d not even given her a second glance since she’d started working for him almost a year ago.
“You obviously created a first rate program … how you had my exact … er … specifications, I’ll never know.” He said with a chuckle.
She rose from her chair and fumbled to put on her dark rimmed glasses and bulky white lab coat, suddenly feeling quite exposed.
“Leave them off.” Came the quiet command.
She chewed her lower lip, looked him in the eye for a fleeting moment … then studied her dirty canvas sneakers.
He crossed the room and stood next to her.
“I’m … I’m very sorry, Sir.” She whispered.
“Are you?”
She nodded.
“I’m not,” he replied, pulling the thin black hair ribbon from round her twisted ponytail, allowing her blond tresses to fall about her shoulders. “There … much better.”
“She blushed a deeper red and gulped.
“What am I to do with you, young lady?”
Diana took a deep cleansing breath and decided this was her one and only chance. She shrugged.
"I can't hear you."
“A … A … Anything you want, Sir … anything at all.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I see.”
“So my little huntress … what do you think I should do about this. We’ve obviously been wasting your talents here … your computer skills are far more advanced than what we have you working on. You’ve had a lot of time on your hands, haven’t you?”
She nodded. “Uh huh.”
“You’ve been fooling us into thinking you were quite busy … all the while playing with this high-tech virtual reality simulation program.”
“Uhhhh huhhhhhh.”
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”
She shrugged. "Nothing ... I guess."
"Nothing? What would your virtual reality 'Goddess' say to me about this? Hmmm?"
She wished the floor would swallow her whole.
"Go on ... I don't like to be kept waiting, young lady."
Diana took a breath. “Perhaps I should be p ... p ... punished for my deception.”
“Punished?” He raised a brow.
“S ... S ... Spanked, maybe?” She whispered feeling like she was going to throw up.
He paused. “Yes … sounds reasonable to me.” Then, he smiled and crossed the room toward her door.
“My office … five minutes. I’ll not be kept waiting.” He fingered the leather belt holding up his freshly pressed trousers.
She nodded.
“One more thing.”
“Yes, Mr. Stephens?”
“We’ll be needing this.”
Diana almost fainted. Mr. Stephens grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from her bookcase. He smiled, dropping the small bottle into his pocket and promptly left her office.
Five minutes later, she quietly knocked upon his private office door.
“Come on in, Diana, Goddess of the hunt … join me.”
And she did!
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