IT support (m/F story)

"Hi, Ethan. It's Cassie. My computer's acting up again. Could you have a look?"

The eighteen-year-old nodded, before realizing that she couldn't see him over the phone. "Sure. I'll just save my game, and I'll be right over."

Cassie lived next door to Ethan's parents. The 35-year-old woman was famously clueless with technology, and growing up, Ethan had often been asked to come over and help her. Even now, when he'd moved into his own apartment, she still called him when she needed help. He didn't mind, and she also paid quite well. Ethan liked being helpful, and he would probably have aided her for free, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

About half an hour later, Ethan rang the doorbell, and Cassie let him in a thankful smile. It was a warm summer day, so she was wearing a nice sundress, while the teenager was clad in shorts and a worn t-shirt. She fetched him a glass of soda while he sat down at the desk to examine her computer.

"Yeah, it's a virus," he told her as she returned. "Quite nasty. I can't remove it with the regular anti-virus, but I'm booting it in safe mode, which should help. If it doesn't, I might have to do a factory reset, or I could try restoring from an old backup – one from before the virus, of course."

She nodded eagerly, doing her best to try to seem like she knew what he was going on about, and hoping he could have it solved soon.

Ethan tapped away at the keyboard, doing something that seemed like magic to tech-illiterate Cassie, who was watching over his shoulder. Finally, he leaned back in his chair with a grin on his face. "I think that solved it." He booted the computer again, his face radiating satisfaction. "Looks like it."

"Thank you," she said with a relieved sigh. "You've really earned your pay today."

He frowned. "Do you know how the virus got in? I know you have anti-virus – I installed it last time we had an issue like this."

"Ah." She seemed ill at ease. "I think I disabled it. I was trying to download some files…"

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? What files were you downloading that your antivirus protested against?"

And to her horror, he opened the browser. Before she could summon the presence of mind to stop him, her history covered the screen. Most of it involved spanking. "Oh," he said quietly.

Cassie buried her face in her hands, wanting to sink through the floor. Having the boy next door see what sort of porn she was into was fairly high on the list of the worst things that had ever happened to her. Not that she expected to corrupt him, of course – he was eighteen, and had probably seen worse things already.

After a few seconds, she peeked through her fingers at him, hoping that the boy had been gentleman enough to close the browser and find something else to focus on. He hadn't. Instead, he'd opened a few of the websites he found, so her computer now showed pictures of bare-bottomed women being soundly spanked by stern men. Cassie was blushing scarlet – almost as red as the backside of the woman Ethan was currently looking at.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then, Ethan glanced over at her, and a wry grin appeared on his face. "You know, it's very naughty of you to visit websites like this. And disabling the anti-virus? Not a good idea." He tutted.

Cassie stared at him, breathless. Was he proposing what she thought he was proposing? And if he was, how should she respond?
She had often fantasized about being lectured by a stern man, before being pulled over his lap and soundly spanked, but that fantasy had never come true, despite her strongest hints to various boyfriends. She'd never experienced anything close to her secret desires.

And now, someone was in a position where he might fulfil her fantasy – but that someone was a teenager, a young man she'd known since he was a child. Could he really do something like that? Could she let him do it to her? And what would happen to their relationship?

She could see only one way to find out.

"I'm sorry," she said in a voice she hoped was submissive. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No, you shouldn't," he said, a bit of sternness creeping into his tone. "I think you need to be punished, young lady."

The phrasing made her heart beat faster, and she absently wondered whether his browsing history resembled hers. If it did, it would be one hell of a coincidence. "Whatever you think is best, sir," she said, fluttering her eyelashes and trying to look sorry.

As he stood up, Cassie noticed for the first time how tall he'd gotten, and looking at his tight t-shirt, she realized that he'd been working out. Grabbing her arm, he led her over to the couch, where he sat down. She chewed her bottom lip as she looked down at his lap, wondering what it would be like to be bent over it. Well, she'd soon find out.

"You've been very naughty, Cassie," he lectured. "Going to filthy websites, and deactivating your anti-virus? That is very irresponsible of you."

"I'm sorry, sir," she said meekly.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" he said. She nodded – she knew, or at least hoped she knew. "What am I going to do?" he pressed.

"You're going to spank me," she whispered. God, this was wonderful!

He nodded. "That's right. I'm going to take you over my knee, raise your dress, and spank you until you've been properly punished." She squirmed – he was good at this! She tried to remember if he'd done theatre at school. If he hadn't, he certainly should have.

"I'm sorry, sir," she repeated.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he told her ominously, before patting his lap. "Bend over."

She leaned forward, placing her weight on his lap. She couldn't believe what was happening. After years of waiting, she was finally going to be spanked, and she was in the hands of someone who had barely begun shaving.

He lifted the hem of her dress, patting the seat of her white cotton panties. She wished she'd worn something sexier for the occasion, but when getting dressed, she hadn't expected anyone to see them. "Are you ready?" he told her.

"Yes, sir," she responded, and yelped when the first smack landed.

He started of hesitantly, as if moving into uncharted territory – but then, she'd have been surprised if he was an experienced hand at this. The first smacks were uneven, delivered at random intervals and locations. But he soon developed a rhythm, delivering about two spanks every second, and covering the entire surface area. "How's that?"

"A bit gentler, please," she winced. This stung more than she had anticipated!

"Sorry," he muttered, and the next strokes were gentler.

"Thank you."

His hand continued to rise and fall, and she rested her head on her arms, grinning to herself. She finally found herself bent over the knee, getting her bottom spanked, by someone who seemed just as enthusiastic as herself.

As the spanking progressed, a toasty warmth spread across every inch of her posterior, and she began to squirm and hiss in pain, though the grin never left her face.

It was then that he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties.

She froze, eyes wide as she tried to process this new development. Being spanked over Ethan's lap was one thing, but this? Was this really OK? He must have noticed her reaction, for he stopped, his fingers in place as she made up her mind. Finally, she gave a little nod, and he slowly peeled her panties down while she buried her face in her hands, blushing more than ever.

As his hand began to rub her bare bottom, she moaned. She pushed her backside into his hand, eager for him to smack it, and he complied. He started to spank her again, and she yelped, squirming even more as his firm hand came crashing down on her soft flesh.

By the time it was over, her bottom was bright red and there were tears at the edges of her eyes, but the grin still hadn't left her face – if anything, it was wider than ever. She sat in his lap as he comforted her, smiling blissfully as the young man planted soft kisses on her forehead. This was the most wonderful afternoon of Cassie's life.

When Ethan left, Cassie pushed a wad of cash into his hand. He looked at it. "This is about five times what you usually pay me for fixing your computer," he told her.

"I know," she said, running a hand through her hair. "But you did something else for me today – something I've needed for a VERY long time." She smiled nervously. "And I was hoping I could call on you do it again sometime?"

"Of course," he told her. "Any time you want me to." He kissed her forehead again and left, grinning to himself. Obviously, he'd enjoyed himself immensely, and would gladly have done it for free – or even paid HER.

But he wasn't going to tell her that.