Internet Café (F/M story)

Tricia leaned back in her chair, smiling at her own brilliance. One of the computers had gotten a virus infection – at an internet café, viruses were an occupational hazard – but she was pretty sure she'd cleaned it up. She rebooted it, trying to recreate the problem, but it sure looked like the problem was solved. With her duties done, she decided to pull up the log and see what sites the users had been visiting.

She didn't work at the café every day, or even every week – she was a trouble-shooter, not a glorified waitress – but she always enjoyed her occasional visits. You'd be surprised at the sites people would visit when they thought no one was watching. Heck, she'd even learned of a few new sites in her time at the café.

As she pulled up the log, she gave out a small gasp. That's certainly something new, she told herself. She was pretty sure she hadn't seen those sites in the log before. One of the visitors had been visiting spanking sites. She read through the list of sites. Strict women. Banjo's BBS. A tumblr bearing the name "KILTGO."

"Knees I'd like to go over," she told herself. She'd seen the site before. She'd seen most of them before. Her life-long interest in spanking had been her little secret. And someone in the café shared that secret.

She looked through the list. The whole list seemed to consist of women spanking men, or strict women. Possibly a young man with a kink. She wondered who it was. Was he young and cute? Did he have a girlfriend? If not, then this poor man might go entirely un-spanked for his naughtiness. She grinned to herself. She couldn't let that happen to the poor boy.

She decided to spend some more time at the café, watching the log as customers came and went. If he returned, she'd find him. And after a few days of careful vigil, she'd spotted him. A young man, early twenties or thereabouts. He'd sit down on the computer, surf energetically for a few minutes, and leave. Not surprising, she realized. He was most likely gathering masturbatory material, and the staff would probably complain if he dropped his trousers and cracked one off in the café.

He was certainly cute, she concluded. She'd asked the other girls here about him, and told them she might be interested in him. Which was true enough, in a way. His name was Jake, and as far as they knew, he was single. She smiled. A young, cute, naughty boy right under her nose. Her palm started to itch just thinking about it.

That Saturday, she made her move. He arrived at the café, sitting down on the computer he always used – with his back to the wall, of course, so no one could look over his shoulder. She was watching the log. She rose to her feet the second he opened one of his websites. He jerked as she sat down next to him, rapidly closing the web page, glancing at her as if he was making sure she hadn't seen the page.

Cute. He probably thought the site was gone, now. Taking the mouse from his hand, she opened the browser again, opening the log to display the last web page. The spanking site returned, showing a cute girl with glasses, grinning as she slapped the bare-bottomed lad over her knee. Tricia looked at her prey. "Care to explain yourself?"

The boy grew pale, looking as if he was about to pass out. He probably thought she'd report her to the police, or call the other girls working here to laugh at his choice of websites. Nothing could be further from the truth, but she enjoyed watching him squirm.

She straightened her back, looking as authoritative as she could. "You've been a very naughty boy today, looking at these websites," she told him. "Very naughty indeed."

The look of pure fear on his face changed, to one equal parts embarrassed, scared and intrigued. Perhaps he'd dreamt of this, a young woman telling him off for his naughtiness before leading him of for a good spanking. Well, if that was the case, his prayers were about to be answered. "I'm Tricia, the resident computer expert. I think you should come with me."

She led him out back, to the apartment that the owner of the café used when she was in town. She wasn't, and wouldn't be for another week, which was one of the reasons the place was perfect for her needs. The other reason was that Michelle, the owner, had previously been in a band. And she still had the sound-proof room she practised in.

The boy was still following her, blushing bright red and feebly trying to stammer out an apology. She led him into the practise room, taking a seat in the only chair in the room. After all, sitting would not be a priority to her guest.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she asked the young man as he stood before her, fidgeting. He shook his head.

"You were very naughty, visiting web pages like that. In public, no less. I'm afraid I have no other choice but to take you over my knee and give your little bottom a good spanking." She did her best to sound disappointed, but it wasn't easy. Putting this cute young man over her lap was as much an answer to HER prayers as it was to his.

With a crooked finger, she beckoned him over. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. The tent in his boxers told him much he enjoyed this, and she was glad her own enjoyment was less visible. She lowered the boxers as well, causing his erection to bounce forward. For the moment, she ignored it.

She patted her lap. "Over my knee, you naughty, naughty boy."

She grinned as his pale backside quivered under her palm, and she slowly rubbed his bottom, pinching his cheeks a little. It was even cuter in the nude. She lifted her palm. "This is going to hurt, I'm afraid," she said. And from his reaction as her hand landed, she knew she was right.

Her hand moved from cheek to cheek, trying to paint a bit of colour into his posterior. She moved slowly, but firmly, as she wanted to extend their enjoyment. He was kicking his legs, but other than that, he seemed to be trying to be brave. Foolish, she thought. She was going to reduce him to tears, no matter how brave he tried to be.

He gasped as the sting in his rear end began to grow, and he was squirming around on her lap, his erection rubbing into her thigh. She frowned. If he squirted on her, he was really going to pay.

As his rear grew from white to pink to red, his kicking grew stronger and his crying grew louder, but at no point did he tell her to stop. Not that she'd have listened to him if he did, of course.

When she was satisfied with the colour of his bottom, she helped him to his feet and led him into the corner, telling him to remain there with his hands at his side if he knew what was good for him. She sat down in the chair again, enjoying the sight as she thought about what she would do next. Perhaps she'd help him take his mind off the ache. After all, she had a few hours to waste with him, and Michelle had a VERY comfortable bed...