Caden glanced at his watch. It was now almost three in the morning, and he had a feeling that his first party with his new coworkers was drawing to a close. They'd been at the bar until midnight, and then Beverly had suggested that they should all go back to her flat. Half a dozen of them had agreed.
Beverly was a young, petite brunette with big doe eyes and a button nose. They'd gone straight to the bar after leaving the office, so she was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a black pencil skirt – or at least that's what she'd been wearing the last time he looked. As she suddenly jumped up on the living room table to dance along to the music, a bottle of vodka in one hand, he noticed that the skirt seemed to have gone missing. She did not let this fact prevent her from shaking her tushy, however.
Caden glanced around to see if any of his female colleagues wanted to aid the drunk young lady, but Jessica was playing on her phone, and it sounded like Natasha was vomiting in the bathroom. Caden tried to be a gentleman and look away, but found his gaze drawn to the twerking backside, barely covered by a pair of black satin panties. Beverly had a round, full bottom that was lovely to look at.
When the song ended, Beverly slowly stepped off the table and down to the floor. She glanced around, spotted Caden, and surprised him by sitting down on his lap. "Caden! How's going?" she slurred, almost managing to look him in the eye. "Good? You good? Good! That's good."
"Are you OK?" he said, shifting uncomfortably. He was not used to having a half-naked coworker in his lap, and as she wriggled her panty-clad rear end on his groin, he could feel himself harden. He wondered if she was too drunk to notice – and whether she'd mind if she did.
"I'm gait! Geet. Greet? Great!" she said. "Haven't dunk vodka before. Good. V' good."
"I think you've had enough," he told her gently.
She looked quizzically at him, before putting the bottle to her ear and shaking it. "Nah. Not empty yet. Fix that, though." She lifted the bottle, managing to put it to her lips on the fourth attempt.
He grabbed the bottle, gently pulling it away from her. "You've had enough, Beverly," he repeated. "I think you should stop drinking now."
She looked at him, pouting. "Or what? Gonna spank me?"
He stared at her. "What?"
"Gonna spank me if keep drink'n?" she slurred.
"No! Of course not," he assured her.
"Oh." She frowned. "What if I ask nicely? Say please and tank you and all'at?"
He stared at her, not sure what to say.
"Cute guy, Caden. Thought that since met you. Big lad too." She wriggled some more, grinning as she pressed her bottom against his growing erection. "More ways than one."
Caden's pulse was quickening. Having a half-naked and very attractive woman grind against his hard-on was exciting, but she was far too drunk to know what she was doing. "You should go to bed now."
She grinned, nodding. "You too."
When he shook his head, she reached for the bottle again, but he quickly pushed it out of her reach, and she pouted at him.
He rose, taking Beverly in his arms and carrying her off. "Whazzat?" she mumbled.
"I'm putting you to bed," he told her gently.
"Ooh," she trilled. "Taking me to bed? Yes please. And tank you."
"No, PUTTING you to bed," he corrected her as he walked.
"Aw," she pouted, then perked up. "With a spanking?"
"No."
She sniffled, seemingly on the verge of tears. "Meanie."
He quickly located her bedroom, placing her on the bed. She tried to stand up, but fell down again, and in less than half a minute she was snoring. He placed the duvet over her, but did not undress her - he didn't want her to feel unsafe when she woke up.
When he returned to the living room, Natasha had finally emerged from the bathroom. He gathered the last few guests and convinced them that they should go home and let their host sleep. Not wanting to leave the door unlocked, and not knowing what to do with the key, he decided to put it in his pocket and return it the next day.
About two in the afternoon, he returned to Beverly's flat. He rang the doorbell, and his coworker emerged in a pair of pink cotton shorts and a matching shirt, as well as a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. From her expression, it was clear that she'd had a bit too much to drink the night before – though he'd already known that, of course.
She blushed as she saw him, and he held the key out to her, explaining why he had it. She took it, not quite managing to meet his gaze. "W-will you come inside for a cup of coffee?"
He paused, not sure whether she was just being polite. "I should actually go pick up –"
"Please?" she said, her eyes more doe-like than ever. A look like that could be hard to resist, and he had no intention of trying. He nodded, following her into the kitchen.
Soon, they were sitting at the table, each with a cup of coffee. Caden wondered whether he should break the silence, or wait for Beverly to speak her mind. Finally, she spoke up. "I… think I said… some embarrassing things last night."
Deciding to take pity on her, he shrugged. "Not as far as I can remember."
"Really?"
"Nothing comes to mind," he said, shaking his head.
"Oh." She avoided his gaze. "And… what if I want you to remember?" her voice was trembling.
He paused. Beverly was no longer too drunk to know what she was saying. "You said you wanted me to spank you… and take you to bed."
Still not looking at him, Beverly blushed, but nodded. After a while, she glanced up at him. "And? What do you think?"
To tell the truth, Caden hadn't given much thought to the subject of spanking before. However, now that he considered the prospect, he remembered how Beverly's soft rear end had felt in his lap the night before, and started to wonder how it would feel to caress and slap it. It was appealing – as was the idea of sharing her bed. Besides, she'd made it clear that this was what she wanted, and he didn't like to disappoint a woman. He reached forward, placing his finger gently on her chin and lifting her head to meet his gaze. "I think there's a very naughty young lady here who needs a good spanking."
She squeaked, blushing crimson. She pushed his arm away, burying her face in her hands. After a few seconds, she peeked through her fingers at him, giving a barely perceptible nod.
At her suggestion, they moved to the living room, and Caden sat down on the sofa. Beverly was about to place herself over his lap, but he stopped her, his fingers moving to the drawstring of her shorts. "I think we'll have these down first," he said as he undid the knot.
She bit her finger, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Oh, this is so embarrassing," she mumbled.
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you suddenly feeling modest? Last night, you had no problem taking your shorts off and shaking your butt in front of all your colleagues," he noted as he jerked her shorts down to her ankles.
"Yes, but last night, I was wearing panties," she responded.
Caden froze. He had not expected this. He pondered whether he should just proceed, or pull her shorts back up. Was it too late? Then again, the plan was for them to sleep together afterwards…
Beverly placed her hands in front of her unshaven bush. "May I please bend over your lap now, sir? Pretty please? It's so embarrassing to be standing on display like this."
Caden nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. This was far from his first time alone with a naked woman, but the power unbalance of being fully clothed while her shorts were on the ground was new. He was moving in strange and unfamiliar territory, and had to adjust.
Beverly leaned forward, placing her weight on his lap. She stretched out on the sofa, her bottom raised invitingly over his lap. He started to caress it, watching the goosebumps form on her naked flesh. "Are you ready for your spanking, Beverly?" he whispered.
"Yes, sir," she said quietly.
He continued to rub her bottom, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin, before lifting his hand and delivering the first spank.
Caden had never spanked anyone before, but he believed he understood the basics – slap your hand against their bottom for some time. He gave her a few gentle pats. "How does that feel, Beverly?"
She sighed. "Still waiting for you to get started, sir."
He raised an eyebrow. He might not be an experienced disciplinarian, but he could recognize sass when he heard it. He lifted his hand again, delivering a series of hard slaps that rang out in the quiet room. "And how was that?" he asked.
She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning. "I'm beginning to feel like I've made the right choice, sir," she trilled. "Could you do that again?"
Grinning back at her, he did as she asked. Eventually, he developed a rhythm, first smacking one cheek, then the other. There was something surprisingly delightful about seeing her bottom dance over his lap, and feeling her naked form writhe against him. As the sting grew, she'd started to let out little squeals of joy and pain, and she kicked her legs.
Her bottom gradually turned from pale to pink, and she was squealing as she bucked and bounced over his lap. Tears had appeared at the edges of her eyes, but whenever he paused and asked if she wanted to stop, she begged him to continue.
By the time he finally ended the spanking, her bottom was bright red, she was panting heavily, and the tears were rolling freely down her face. He raised her up and kissed them away, before lifting her in his arms.
"What's going on?" she murmured, resting her head against his chest.
"I'm taking you to bed," he told her.
She raised an eyebrow. "You're putting me to bed?"
"No, TAKING you to bed," he corrected her as he walked.
She smiled blissfully. "Thank you."
Beverly was a young, petite brunette with big doe eyes and a button nose. They'd gone straight to the bar after leaving the office, so she was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a black pencil skirt – or at least that's what she'd been wearing the last time he looked. As she suddenly jumped up on the living room table to dance along to the music, a bottle of vodka in one hand, he noticed that the skirt seemed to have gone missing. She did not let this fact prevent her from shaking her tushy, however.
Caden glanced around to see if any of his female colleagues wanted to aid the drunk young lady, but Jessica was playing on her phone, and it sounded like Natasha was vomiting in the bathroom. Caden tried to be a gentleman and look away, but found his gaze drawn to the twerking backside, barely covered by a pair of black satin panties. Beverly had a round, full bottom that was lovely to look at.
When the song ended, Beverly slowly stepped off the table and down to the floor. She glanced around, spotted Caden, and surprised him by sitting down on his lap. "Caden! How's going?" she slurred, almost managing to look him in the eye. "Good? You good? Good! That's good."
"Are you OK?" he said, shifting uncomfortably. He was not used to having a half-naked coworker in his lap, and as she wriggled her panty-clad rear end on his groin, he could feel himself harden. He wondered if she was too drunk to notice – and whether she'd mind if she did.
"I'm gait! Geet. Greet? Great!" she said. "Haven't dunk vodka before. Good. V' good."
"I think you've had enough," he told her gently.
She looked quizzically at him, before putting the bottle to her ear and shaking it. "Nah. Not empty yet. Fix that, though." She lifted the bottle, managing to put it to her lips on the fourth attempt.
He grabbed the bottle, gently pulling it away from her. "You've had enough, Beverly," he repeated. "I think you should stop drinking now."
She looked at him, pouting. "Or what? Gonna spank me?"
He stared at her. "What?"
"Gonna spank me if keep drink'n?" she slurred.
"No! Of course not," he assured her.
"Oh." She frowned. "What if I ask nicely? Say please and tank you and all'at?"
He stared at her, not sure what to say.
"Cute guy, Caden. Thought that since met you. Big lad too." She wriggled some more, grinning as she pressed her bottom against his growing erection. "More ways than one."
Caden's pulse was quickening. Having a half-naked and very attractive woman grind against his hard-on was exciting, but she was far too drunk to know what she was doing. "You should go to bed now."
She grinned, nodding. "You too."
When he shook his head, she reached for the bottle again, but he quickly pushed it out of her reach, and she pouted at him.
He rose, taking Beverly in his arms and carrying her off. "Whazzat?" she mumbled.
"I'm putting you to bed," he told her gently.
"Ooh," she trilled. "Taking me to bed? Yes please. And tank you."
"No, PUTTING you to bed," he corrected her as he walked.
"Aw," she pouted, then perked up. "With a spanking?"
"No."
She sniffled, seemingly on the verge of tears. "Meanie."
He quickly located her bedroom, placing her on the bed. She tried to stand up, but fell down again, and in less than half a minute she was snoring. He placed the duvet over her, but did not undress her - he didn't want her to feel unsafe when she woke up.
When he returned to the living room, Natasha had finally emerged from the bathroom. He gathered the last few guests and convinced them that they should go home and let their host sleep. Not wanting to leave the door unlocked, and not knowing what to do with the key, he decided to put it in his pocket and return it the next day.
About two in the afternoon, he returned to Beverly's flat. He rang the doorbell, and his coworker emerged in a pair of pink cotton shorts and a matching shirt, as well as a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. From her expression, it was clear that she'd had a bit too much to drink the night before – though he'd already known that, of course.
She blushed as she saw him, and he held the key out to her, explaining why he had it. She took it, not quite managing to meet his gaze. "W-will you come inside for a cup of coffee?"
He paused, not sure whether she was just being polite. "I should actually go pick up –"
"Please?" she said, her eyes more doe-like than ever. A look like that could be hard to resist, and he had no intention of trying. He nodded, following her into the kitchen.
Soon, they were sitting at the table, each with a cup of coffee. Caden wondered whether he should break the silence, or wait for Beverly to speak her mind. Finally, she spoke up. "I… think I said… some embarrassing things last night."
Deciding to take pity on her, he shrugged. "Not as far as I can remember."
"Really?"
"Nothing comes to mind," he said, shaking his head.
"Oh." She avoided his gaze. "And… what if I want you to remember?" her voice was trembling.
He paused. Beverly was no longer too drunk to know what she was saying. "You said you wanted me to spank you… and take you to bed."
Still not looking at him, Beverly blushed, but nodded. After a while, she glanced up at him. "And? What do you think?"
To tell the truth, Caden hadn't given much thought to the subject of spanking before. However, now that he considered the prospect, he remembered how Beverly's soft rear end had felt in his lap the night before, and started to wonder how it would feel to caress and slap it. It was appealing – as was the idea of sharing her bed. Besides, she'd made it clear that this was what she wanted, and he didn't like to disappoint a woman. He reached forward, placing his finger gently on her chin and lifting her head to meet his gaze. "I think there's a very naughty young lady here who needs a good spanking."
She squeaked, blushing crimson. She pushed his arm away, burying her face in her hands. After a few seconds, she peeked through her fingers at him, giving a barely perceptible nod.
At her suggestion, they moved to the living room, and Caden sat down on the sofa. Beverly was about to place herself over his lap, but he stopped her, his fingers moving to the drawstring of her shorts. "I think we'll have these down first," he said as he undid the knot.
She bit her finger, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Oh, this is so embarrassing," she mumbled.
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you suddenly feeling modest? Last night, you had no problem taking your shorts off and shaking your butt in front of all your colleagues," he noted as he jerked her shorts down to her ankles.
"Yes, but last night, I was wearing panties," she responded.
Caden froze. He had not expected this. He pondered whether he should just proceed, or pull her shorts back up. Was it too late? Then again, the plan was for them to sleep together afterwards…
Beverly placed her hands in front of her unshaven bush. "May I please bend over your lap now, sir? Pretty please? It's so embarrassing to be standing on display like this."
Caden nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. This was far from his first time alone with a naked woman, but the power unbalance of being fully clothed while her shorts were on the ground was new. He was moving in strange and unfamiliar territory, and had to adjust.
Beverly leaned forward, placing her weight on his lap. She stretched out on the sofa, her bottom raised invitingly over his lap. He started to caress it, watching the goosebumps form on her naked flesh. "Are you ready for your spanking, Beverly?" he whispered.
"Yes, sir," she said quietly.
He continued to rub her bottom, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin, before lifting his hand and delivering the first spank.
Caden had never spanked anyone before, but he believed he understood the basics – slap your hand against their bottom for some time. He gave her a few gentle pats. "How does that feel, Beverly?"
She sighed. "Still waiting for you to get started, sir."
He raised an eyebrow. He might not be an experienced disciplinarian, but he could recognize sass when he heard it. He lifted his hand again, delivering a series of hard slaps that rang out in the quiet room. "And how was that?" he asked.
She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning. "I'm beginning to feel like I've made the right choice, sir," she trilled. "Could you do that again?"
Grinning back at her, he did as she asked. Eventually, he developed a rhythm, first smacking one cheek, then the other. There was something surprisingly delightful about seeing her bottom dance over his lap, and feeling her naked form writhe against him. As the sting grew, she'd started to let out little squeals of joy and pain, and she kicked her legs.
Her bottom gradually turned from pale to pink, and she was squealing as she bucked and bounced over his lap. Tears had appeared at the edges of her eyes, but whenever he paused and asked if she wanted to stop, she begged him to continue.
By the time he finally ended the spanking, her bottom was bright red, she was panting heavily, and the tears were rolling freely down her face. He raised her up and kissed them away, before lifting her in his arms.
"What's going on?" she murmured, resting her head against his chest.
"I'm taking you to bed," he told her.
She raised an eyebrow. "You're putting me to bed?"
"No, TAKING you to bed," he corrected her as he walked.
She smiled blissfully. "Thank you."
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