Proposition (M/F story)

As Elliot emerged from the bathroom after his shower, clad only in a pair of trousers, Veronica couldn't stop herself from licking her lips at the sight of her co-worker. Fortunately, he was drying his hair at the time, and didn't catch it. Or was that unfortunately? How would he react when he realized she fancied him?

She knew that he found her attractive. In fact, every time she wore one of her tighter skirts to work, she would notice him paying attention to her backside every time she leaned forward or bent over something. That attention felt very nice, and a few times, she's wriggled her butt a little to please him – not too obviously flirtatious, but in a way that would make him fluster, and forget what he was about to say.

Neither of them had been very forward about their mutual attraction at the office, but that wasn't an issue right now. The boss had sent them up north, to work with one of their new branches that was having start-up difficulties. They stayed in a cottage, just the two of them, and Veronica knew that their co-workers back home would start up the rumour mill. Two attractive young people living in close quarters for a few weeks? Who knows what they would get up to? And Veronica wouldn't have cared, if only any of the things they would gossip about, actually happened.

As he dried off his muscular arms, Veronica knew that he was far too well-raised to act suggestively towards a woman that he worked with. If she waited for him to make a move, they would both die of old age. So she knew it was up to her. And if only her mouth would agree with her and obey, she would. Maybe a change of clothes would make her feel more confident? That cute little green skirt could turn his head if she tried, and that tight grey shirt she'd purchased last week? She went into her room and got changed.

After finally mustering up her courage, Veronica found Elliot – now fully dressed, which she thought was a shame. They'd used one of the rooms of the spacious cottage as an office, and Elliot was at the table, flicking through a stack of papers, looking for a list of expenses.

"Do you have time to talk?" she said, trying to make her voice soft and sexy. Even in her own ears, she didn't quite manage it.

"Sure," he said, putting the stack down and turning towards her. "What about?"

"Well," she said, playing absent-mindedly with one of the buttons on her shirt. "I think you've been working too hard these last few days, and I wanted to help you relax," she finally said. It wasn't quite the 'I want you to bang my brains out, right now, please' that she WANTED to say, but it was at least a start.

"There's a lot still to do," he replied with an apologetic smile. "Maybe later."

No bite. Still, her lure had been pretty weak. She leaned forward, playing with his shirt-button now. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a blue shirt that really fit his dark, long hair and the bright blue eyes. "Are you sure? You and me, lying on the sofa and watching some movie – doesn't that sound more appealing than reports?"

He grabbed her hand, as if he wanted to push it away, but he couldn't quite make himself do so. After a second, he let go. "Far more appealing," he agreed. "But this should really be done today."

She knew that none of the paperwork needed to be done by the morning – they had given themselves better time than that, but Elliot always liked to be ahead of deadlines. So she still had a good chance of getting him away from the desk, but she decided to stop being coy.

Gently, she pushed him back in his chair, and sat down on his lap. Her hands were on his neck, and she stared into his deep eyes. "Elliot, I'm feeling very lonely right now, and I need someone. You're not the type to leave a poor damsel in distress, are you?" She could feel something hard beneath her as she sat on his lap.

"Veronica", he said. He was trying hard to sound professional. "We're co-workers, you know that. We didn't come here to -" he stopped himself. "We came here to work."

She almost wanted to pout. That darn work ethic of his was getting in the way of their fun. She needed to entice him further, but she wasn't sure how she would do that, short of starting to strip down, and the prospect scared her.

But she started to think about some of the rumours she'd heard about Elliot at the office. Rumours about Elliot's more peculiar interests, judging from comments he'd accidentally let slip to the other guys. She wasn't absolutely certain they were true, but saw no harm in trying.

"I really should get back to work," Elliot said, but there was little conviction in his voice.

"I know, I shouldn't have been distracting you like this," she said, trying her best to look guilty. "I've been a very naughty girl." She leaned forward, whispering into his ear. "Perhaps you should take me over your knee and spank me."

From the expression on his face, and the way that his erection pushed even harder into her, it was obvious that the rumours she'd heard about him, were true. The little restraint that he had left, was now completely gone, and the smile that spread across his face was almost frightening. A few moments passed, and he seemed to make up his mind. "Yes, I think I should."

Gently, but firmly, he helped Veronica to her feet, and then guided her across his lap. Well, she thought as she laid there, her head down to the ground and her bottom lifted high over his lap, at least she had his undivided attention right now.

The first few smacks were slow and gentle, barely tickling her through the skirt. He then grabbed the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal her black silk panties. "What a lovely bottom this is," he complimented her as he rubbed her cheeks, and she blushed. "But I do think it would look better in pink."

"Then you'd better stop talking and start acting," she told him, wriggling her rear enticingly.

"Oh, I will," he said as he spanked her. Like before, he started off gently, but without the protection of her skirt, there was more of a sting to his slaps.

He moved from cheek to cheek, first high, near her lower back, then low, on her sit spots. The slow, gentle smacks grew firmer and faster, and with every barrage of spanks, the sting in her rear end grew Soon, she was letting out cute little "Ow!"s and "Ah!"s.

"Getting to much for you, my dear?" he said.

To her surprise, Veronica found that she was loving every second of this. "Keep going."

"You know," he said slowly. "I think these panties are in my way." And with slow, deliberate movements, he pulled them down to her knees. Cupping one cheek of her bare backside, he slowly rubbed some of the sting away.

"Your backside is starting to get pink," he said. "Let's finish the job."

The spanks now came harder and faster than before, but it was still not any kind of punishment she was receiving – between spanks, he rubbed her bottom and told her how beautiful she looked.

By the time he helped her to her feet, she was breathing heavily, and so was he. "Is it very red?" she asked, trying to look at her stinging seat.

"Barely pink," he said. "Have a look in the bathroom mirror."

Stepping out of her panties so she wouldn't trip over them, she ran into the bathroom, turned her back to the mirror, and glanced over the shoulder. With a disappointment that she couldn't explain, she noted that he was right – her posterior had turned a pleasantly pink hue, far from the dark red it felt like.

"So," he said, stepping into the bathroom after her. "Was it everything you wanted?"

"Nothing like I thought it would be," she admitted. "But far more wonderful." She glanced over at him, and the throbbing between her legs grew stronger. "Now, the strict disciplinarian should send me to bed without supper," she said. Leaning in to whisper in his ear, she continued. "And join me there."