Taunting (M/F story)

It was a calm Sunday morning, and Jill was about an hour into her shift at the diner. The place was almost empty, so even though it was only her and Helen who were at work at the moment, they weren't exactly overworked.

 

Feeling mischievous, she briefly slipped into the break room, where there was a full-length mirror. Turning her back to it, she lifted up the hem of her dress to reveal her pale cheeks – she wasn't wearing panties that day. She quickly snapped a picture with her cell phone and sent it to her boyfriend. “I think I forgot something when I got dressed this morning,” she wrote underneath, with a cold shiver running down her back and a smile on her face.

 

There was no doubt in her mind that when Kevin saw the image, he would smile at the sight of her naked backside and shake his head at her naughtiness. His mind would then start working on how exactly he would spank her for it. Her smile widened as she tried to imagine what he would do.

 

Maybe he'd be waiting for her in the living room when she came home, sitting in the chair with that evil grin of his. She would act all innocent, giving him a kiss and asking how his day had been. He would toy with her, telling her how wicked she was and how he was going to punish her severely. Then, he would order her across his knee, lifting her dress to expose her bare bottom. Or maybe he'd order her to take off the dress before she went across his knee.

 

He would probably start slowly, some gentle rubbing and slow spanks with his hand. She'd moan a little, wriggling her bottom to encourage him. But slowly, the spanks would get harder and faster, and she'd be hissing in pain and arching her back over his lap. Then, he'd pull out the implements.

 

Maybe he'd ask her to go fetch the wooden spoon, or that large wooden hairbrush he'd bought for her. She'd promise to be good, but he'd insist, and with a sad look on her face and a song in her heart, she'd bring it back and go back across his knee. Or maybe he'd order her to bend over and put her hands on the table, and she'd hear the sound of his belt being pulled from its loops. He'd double it over in his hand, and then he'd really let her have it.

 

Or maybe, if he thought she had been REALLY naughty, he would ask her to fetch the bath brush. She'd always had a love-hate relationship with that thing, but right now, when she was at work with un-spanked cheeks and it was still at home, miles away, there was definitely more love than hate. She'd scream and kick her legs as he thrashed her mercilessly, and when he was satisfied that she'd been sufficiently punished, he'd carry her into the bedroom for a long afternoon of love making.

 

She took a deep breath, trying to get the blush out of her cheeks before she returned to work. Playtime was still hours away, and she needed to focus.

 

About an hour later, she heard the door open as a customer entered the diner. She flashed her brightest smile at the newcomer, but the smile froze and she almost dropped the cup she was holding when she saw that it was Kevin. He smiled at her with his most wolfish grin, before making his way to a table in the corner. She tried to figure out why he had come here, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't like the answer.

 

She briefly considered asking Helen to bring him coffee instead. There was something very unsettling about the way he had looked at her. But Helen would just ask why she didn't want to bring her boyfriend coffee, and she wasn't sure what to reply. That she was afraid he might bend her over the table, lift up her dress, and spank her right in the diner?

 

She tried her best to look calm and collected as she approached him with a smile on her face and a hot cup of coffee in her hand, but she could see her hand trembling slightly as she put it down. “So, what brings you here?” she asked, trying to sound cheery.

 

“Stand on the other side of me,” he said, not acknowledging her question. He said it in a gentle voice, and there was a warm smile on his face, but there was no question that it was an order. She did as instructed, and as he chatted away about the weather or something of that sort, his hand started to creep up her thigh.

 

She was about to back away, but a quick glare from him kept her in place. “They can't see my hand,” he explained calmly, his smile returning to his face. “We're too far away for anyone to hear anything, and the booth is blocking their line of sight. All they can see is the back of my head, and your face.” His hand crept further up. “As long as you keep a happy smile on your face, no one will suspect a thing.”

 

She wanted to squirm when his hand brushed against her labia, but she did her best to look like nothing was going on. She kept chatting away, and had a feeling that she was just saying words at random, but that didn't matter – no one could hear her, except Kevin. His fingers kept toying with her, and several times, they almost entered her.

 

She felt a small tinge of disappointment when he pulled his hand away. He tutted. “Showing up to work without underwear. What a naughty girl you've been.” He wiped his hand on a napkin. “You know you have to be punished for this.”

 

“Couldn't we... couldn't we do this at home, instead?” she asked him, with the same fake smile plastered on her lips. “Please, sir? Pretty please? I'm sure you're eager to try out that new riding crop you bought....”

 

He placed his hand thoughtfully on his chin, as if he was seriously considering her suggestion. It was an act, of course – when he had decided on a punishment, nothing she could say would ever sway him. But he still pretended that it could, giving her some small quantity of hope before he ruthlessly took it away again. “No, I think not. I think we'll deal with your transgression right here, where it took place.”

 

“But I left home without panties,” she said. “I didn't take off my panties when I arrived here, I just never put them on. So really, that's where I should be punished.”

 

“Are you arguing with me, Jill?” he said. His voice was still calm and friendly, but she could still sense the threat behind his words.

 

“N-no, sir,” she replied immediately. “I will do what you tell me, sir, I promise.”

 

“Of course you will.” To her great surprise, he then turned around, and with a friendly smile, he waved Helen over.

 

“Hi, Kevin. What brings you here? Let me guess, you just couldn't be away from your girlfriend for a whole shift?”

 

“Guilty as charged,” he said, pretending to be embarrassed.

 

“You know, I don't think I've ever seen a couple like you two. Just as in love now as when you met.”

 

“Can you blame me?” he asked as he looked lovingly at Jill. He then looked almost apologetically at Helen. “Do you think there's any chance we could borrow the break room for a while? I have something I wanted to discuss with Jill in private.”

 

Helen snorted. “Sure, 'discuss'. That's one word for it, I suppose.” She thought about it briefly. “Sure, I don't see why not. Just make sure you keep the noise down and leave the room as you found it, and I'll make sure you're left alone.”

 

“Thank you so much,” Kevin said. Jill just kept smiling. When Helen had gone back to the counter, Kevin turned back to her. “I want you to go to the break room, find a pen and some paper, and start writing 'I have been a bad girl and deserve a good, hard spanking'. I'll be there in a few minutes to grant that request.”

 

He sent her on her way with a sharp slap on the seat of her dress. She blushed, but glancing around the diner, it didn't look like anyone had noticed. When she went behind the counter, Helen walked up to her to whisper in her ear. “An amorous encounter at the workplace. You know, I sometimes wish my boyfriend was as adventurous as yours.”

 

“You don't know the half of it,” Jill whispered back.

 

She entered room and did as instructed, starting to write the sentence. “I have been a bad girl and deserve a good, hard spanking,” she whispered to herself as she wrote, squirming around on her chair as she imagined his hard palm striking her tender flesh. Pretty soon, she wouldn't have to imagine it.

 

By the time he arrived, she had written three full pages, and had just started on the fourth. “Good,” he remarked. He folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. “Stand up and place your hands on the table.”

 

She did as instructed, and he lifted the hem of her dress. He let his hands run all over her bottom, pinching and stroking her curves. Suddenly, he placed his left hand at her back, and slapped her backside hard with his right. She squealed.

 

He chuckled. “I would suggest you keep your voice down,” he told her. “Unless you want to explain to Helen what is happening in here, and why?”

 

“I will try, sir,” she replied obediently.

 

“You'll do more than try, girl – you will succeed.” And he slapped her again.

 

She clenched her mouth shut, trying her best to stay quiet as the spanks rained down on her poor bottom. There was no warm-up, just hard, fast slaps right from the start. She arched her back, staying in position as best she could. At one point, she was unable to stop herself from reaching back to protect her stinging cheeks. He grabbed her hand and started to slap her palm. “Don't reach back again,” he whispered in her ear.

 

She had no idea how long he spanked her, but by the time he stopped, tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her bottom was throbbing. He helped her up and gave her a hug, letting her cry on his shoulder as he whispered comfortingly in her ear.

 

A few minutes later, she was drying the last of the tears from her face. She went to the mirror to fix her make-up, and Kevin walked up to place his hand on the seat of the dress.

 

“You'll get the rest of your punishment later,” he told her. “After all, I have a new riding crop I haven't had the opportunity to use yet.” He started to nibble on her ear. “So that's something to look forward to for the rest of your workday.” And with a final squeeze to her stinging rear, he left the room.

 

A few minutes later, Jill went back to work.