Being very busy before Christmas, I did not have time to finish a story this week - nor will I have time in the week to come. However, I have two unfinished drafts, and I think what's here is worth reading, even if the story is not complete. I'll upload the second draft next week, and then work on finishing them - as well as the Sheila Page and Sylvia sequels I will upload in the coming weeks.
Alice had only worked with the company for a few weeks, so she was quite delighted when the other girls in her department invited her to join their monthly after-work drinks. Betty warned her that the chats could occasionally get a bit dirty, but Alice assured her that it wouldn't be a problem.
The four were sitting at a pub a stone's throw away from the office, and they were now nearing the end of their third glass. They'd discussed their favourite and least favourite managers, the best stores in the area, and where the most convenient place to park was, when Betty suddenly grinned, leaned forward, and whispered to the others. "Would you like to talk about something a little more… twisted?"
Diane frowned. "What did you have in mind?"
"What is the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Betty asked, leaning back to watch their response.
The girls looked at each other, nodding. Diane looked at Betty. "Sure – but you go first."
Betty was a curvy brunette with long, straight hair, a dress that she somehow managed to look more expensive than it actually was, and a face full of makeup. She took a sip of her white wine, before telling them "I had a friend with benefits some years ago. Once, he asked me if I could wear a blindfold while we were having sex." She grinned. "And I said yes!"
Charlie gasped, blushing, and Diane raised her eyebrows in shock. Only Alice looked unimpressed.
"It was so exciting!" Diane continued. "Not being able to see what he was doing. I heartily recommend it." She turned to Charlie. "Your turn."
Charlie was a shy, lanky girl in a frumpy sweater and a long skirt who wore her red hair in pigtails. She paused, thinking of how to respond, then blushed as a memory resurfaced. "I once went an entire day without panties on – while wearing a skirt!" She hurriedly lifted her cider and had a small sip, to calm herself.
"Was it a workday?" Betty asked. "Did you go to the office?" When Charlie nodded, Betty's grin became even wider. "You dirty girl!" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alice roll her eyes.
Diane placed her IPA down on the table. She was a tall, athletic blonde wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "I once asked my ex-boyfriend to pull my hair while we were in bed." She touched her short-cropped hair. "Obviously, that was while we were still dating, and before I cut my hair."
Alice snorted, and Diane gave her an annoyed look. Alice giggled as she glanced around the table. "This is what you girls think kinky is?" In her hand was some sort of mixed drink, and it seemed her petite body was not as used to alcohol as the others. Or maybe she just had a lot more of it; in either case, she was well past tipsy, which played a part in what was about to happen; she probably wouldn't have shared her experience with three women she barely knew if she was more sober. She had another sip and grinned at them. "Let me tell you about last Friday…"
"This ought to be good," Diane commented drily, but Betty shushed her.
"I've been seeing this guy for about a year now. Stern chap, into discipline," Alice said, putting the glass to her lips again. "I was at his flat last Friday, for one of our regular sessions. As usual, he took me into the living room and pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees. I had to stand in front of him with my hands on my head while he scolded me for forgetting to do my laundry and not cleaning up after myself – little things like that." The others stared wide-eyed at her, and she smiled.
"Standing there on display, naked from the waist down, while he lectured me… it felt like hours, but it probably wasn't more than ten or fifteen minutes. Then, he patted his lap and ordered me over his knee. He pushed me forward until he was happy with my position and then began to spank me." She grinned at the three speechless ladies watching her, mouths open as if they were hoping to catch flies. "He started off quite slowly and gently, but it became harder and faster, and soon, I was squirming over his lap, moaning. But he kept on spanking, his hand slamming down like a paddle, and was bucking and bouncing over his lap with tears rolling down my face. I can't tell you how much I was squealing and yelping! I promised to be good, but he ignored my pleas."
She tried to take another sip, but discovered that her glass was empty. She waved at the bartender, and one of the servers brought her another drink. None of the others said anything or moved a muscle. They were all just staring at her, hanging on her every word.
She wet her lips and looked at the girls. "Where was I? Ah, yes. By the time he stopped spanking me, my bottom was bright red and throbbing – but it wasn't the only thing that was throbbing, if you catch my drift," she said with a wicked grin. "He flipped me over and placed his hand on my wet sex. I spread my legs and eagerly invited him to continue, and he put his fingers inside me. My God, that man knows what he's doing!" She blushed at the recollection.
"He continued to pleasure me until I was right on the edge – then he suddenly pulled his hand back, leaving me unfulfilled and frustrated. I groaned and begged him to continue, but again, he ignored my most pitiful pleas. It was only once I'd cooled down that he brought his fingers back. And when I was about to cum, he took his hand away again."
She pouted. "Seven times. It was only on the seventh that he showed mercy and finished the job. I'm surprised I didn't shatter his windows when he finally let me orgasm." Alice giggled as she looked at their faces. "And THAT, girls, is what kinky is."
"Wow," Betty said. "That's just… wow." Charlie said nothing, just blushed scarlet and looked like she was about to pass out from shock. It seemed the story had expanded their horizons – revealed things they'd never considered before.
"Where do you find a guy like that in THIS sleepy little town?" Diane asked.
Alice smiled secretly. "Oh, guys like that can be found anywhere. They're not the same in public as they are in private, I can assure you." She lifted her glass to her lips again. "That's actually one of the funniest things about working in the office – I see him all the time as the stern, sexy disciplinarian, but now, he's watering the plants, cleaning the coffee machine, or bringing freshly baked cookies to work… It's a whole new side to him, you know?"
Diane gasped, and her eyes grew even wider. "Whoa, whoa, wait. Hold on a second. OUR office? Coffee? Cookies? Are you… Maurice!? The guy you were talking about is MAURICE!?"
Alice clasped her hands in front of her mouth, a panicked look in her eyes when she suddenly realized that she'd said a lot more than she intended. "N-no," she said slowly. "Of course not! Don't be silly. Him? No!"
The others ignored her, as they were all busy trying to fit this story to their mental image of their tall, quirky, dark-haired, well-dressed coworker. Betty raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Well, that's certainly a new side to him. He's always so nice and friendly – I can't picture Maurice doing something like that."
The blush on Charlie's face, combined with the far-away look in her eyes, suggested that she managed to picture it just fine.
"It's not Maurice, you guys!" Alice insisted, though no one believed her. "It was… someone else. Who's Maurice? I don't think I've met him yet…"
Diane placed her hand over Alice's. "It's OK, girl. We've all said more than we intended when we were drunk." She grinned. "Now, are there any other details you'd like to share about your adventurous life?"
When Maurice arrived at the office the following Monday, he was surprised to see Charlie blush and look away the second he entered. The woman seemed bothered by something, but when he tried to ask her what, she fled from the room. He entered the lounge, where Betty and Diane glanced at each other and began whispering together, casting subtle glances at him.
He sighed, deciding not to worry about it. If it was important, he'd find out soon enough – and if it wasn't, it was pointless to worry.
Shortly before lunch, he'd headed down to the store for some packs of tea for the office. Upon his return, he found Betty, Charlie, and Diane waiting for him outside the door. "Hello, ladies. What's up?" he said in his usual cheerful tone.
Betty was the first to respond. "We heard that you took Alice over your knee and spanked her."
Despite his shock, Maurice managed to assume a confused expression. "What are you talking about? Why would I do that?"
"We also heard that you fingered her, but refused to let her orgasm," Diane added. Charlie blushed, avoiding his gaze.
"What on Earth gave you that idea?" he said in a shocked tone, uncomfortable with the conversation and wanting to end it as soon as possible. This was not a subject he wanted to discuss with his coworkers.
"Alice told us," Betty responded.
He scoffed. "Well, it must have been some dream she had. Flattering, believe me, but…"
"She told us in great detail."
"I'm sure she has a very active imagination. Seems like a nice girl, and –"
"She also showed us the text messages you two have been sending each other."
Ah. That was harder to explain away. Realizing that there was no explanation that would satisfy the trio, Maurice sighed and gave up. "I assume she told you during your little after-work meetup on Friday? That girl really needs to stop drinking so much…"
Betty grinned. "Are you going to spank her for it? To make sure she watches her mouth in the future?"
Maurice glared at her. "I suggest you mind your own business and stop worrying about what happens in my bedroom."
Charlie frowned. "I thought it was in the living room?" He turned his glare on her, and he squealed and blushed, hurriedly looking away.
"Can I watch?" Betty asked.
"What?" Maurice stared at her, taken aback by the sudden request. This day was full of surprises already.
"I want to watch you spank her," Betty insisted. "Please? Pretty please?"
"Me too," Diane said. Charlie nodded her agreement, still avoiding his gaze.
He raised an eyebrow. Nothing about this conversation was going in the direction he'd expected. "I'll think about it," he told them, then left to put the tea away. He needed to consider what to do – and most importantly, discuss it with Alice.
A few days later, Alice pouted as she brushed her dark hair, putting it into pigtails. "his is going to be so humiliating, They're going to watch my spanking… And when I start kicking, they're going to see EVERYTHING!"
Maurice stepped up behind her, placing his arms comfortingly around her as he kissed the top of her head. "If you want, I could let you keep your panties on just this once. Or we could tell them the show's cancelled." He frowned. "Though you're still getting a spanking, of course. You need to stop drinking so much, and I did not give you permission to share those details with them."
She considered his suggestion, but shook her head. "No, it's OK. We'll go through with it." She grinned. "Let's give them a show they'll remember for the rest of their lives."
The four were sitting at a pub a stone's throw away from the office, and they were now nearing the end of their third glass. They'd discussed their favourite and least favourite managers, the best stores in the area, and where the most convenient place to park was, when Betty suddenly grinned, leaned forward, and whispered to the others. "Would you like to talk about something a little more… twisted?"
Diane frowned. "What did you have in mind?"
"What is the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Betty asked, leaning back to watch their response.
The girls looked at each other, nodding. Diane looked at Betty. "Sure – but you go first."
Betty was a curvy brunette with long, straight hair, a dress that she somehow managed to look more expensive than it actually was, and a face full of makeup. She took a sip of her white wine, before telling them "I had a friend with benefits some years ago. Once, he asked me if I could wear a blindfold while we were having sex." She grinned. "And I said yes!"
Charlie gasped, blushing, and Diane raised her eyebrows in shock. Only Alice looked unimpressed.
"It was so exciting!" Diane continued. "Not being able to see what he was doing. I heartily recommend it." She turned to Charlie. "Your turn."
Charlie was a shy, lanky girl in a frumpy sweater and a long skirt who wore her red hair in pigtails. She paused, thinking of how to respond, then blushed as a memory resurfaced. "I once went an entire day without panties on – while wearing a skirt!" She hurriedly lifted her cider and had a small sip, to calm herself.
"Was it a workday?" Betty asked. "Did you go to the office?" When Charlie nodded, Betty's grin became even wider. "You dirty girl!" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alice roll her eyes.
Diane placed her IPA down on the table. She was a tall, athletic blonde wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "I once asked my ex-boyfriend to pull my hair while we were in bed." She touched her short-cropped hair. "Obviously, that was while we were still dating, and before I cut my hair."
Alice snorted, and Diane gave her an annoyed look. Alice giggled as she glanced around the table. "This is what you girls think kinky is?" In her hand was some sort of mixed drink, and it seemed her petite body was not as used to alcohol as the others. Or maybe she just had a lot more of it; in either case, she was well past tipsy, which played a part in what was about to happen; she probably wouldn't have shared her experience with three women she barely knew if she was more sober. She had another sip and grinned at them. "Let me tell you about last Friday…"
"This ought to be good," Diane commented drily, but Betty shushed her.
"I've been seeing this guy for about a year now. Stern chap, into discipline," Alice said, putting the glass to her lips again. "I was at his flat last Friday, for one of our regular sessions. As usual, he took me into the living room and pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees. I had to stand in front of him with my hands on my head while he scolded me for forgetting to do my laundry and not cleaning up after myself – little things like that." The others stared wide-eyed at her, and she smiled.
"Standing there on display, naked from the waist down, while he lectured me… it felt like hours, but it probably wasn't more than ten or fifteen minutes. Then, he patted his lap and ordered me over his knee. He pushed me forward until he was happy with my position and then began to spank me." She grinned at the three speechless ladies watching her, mouths open as if they were hoping to catch flies. "He started off quite slowly and gently, but it became harder and faster, and soon, I was squirming over his lap, moaning. But he kept on spanking, his hand slamming down like a paddle, and was bucking and bouncing over his lap with tears rolling down my face. I can't tell you how much I was squealing and yelping! I promised to be good, but he ignored my pleas."
She tried to take another sip, but discovered that her glass was empty. She waved at the bartender, and one of the servers brought her another drink. None of the others said anything or moved a muscle. They were all just staring at her, hanging on her every word.
She wet her lips and looked at the girls. "Where was I? Ah, yes. By the time he stopped spanking me, my bottom was bright red and throbbing – but it wasn't the only thing that was throbbing, if you catch my drift," she said with a wicked grin. "He flipped me over and placed his hand on my wet sex. I spread my legs and eagerly invited him to continue, and he put his fingers inside me. My God, that man knows what he's doing!" She blushed at the recollection.
"He continued to pleasure me until I was right on the edge – then he suddenly pulled his hand back, leaving me unfulfilled and frustrated. I groaned and begged him to continue, but again, he ignored my most pitiful pleas. It was only once I'd cooled down that he brought his fingers back. And when I was about to cum, he took his hand away again."
She pouted. "Seven times. It was only on the seventh that he showed mercy and finished the job. I'm surprised I didn't shatter his windows when he finally let me orgasm." Alice giggled as she looked at their faces. "And THAT, girls, is what kinky is."
"Wow," Betty said. "That's just… wow." Charlie said nothing, just blushed scarlet and looked like she was about to pass out from shock. It seemed the story had expanded their horizons – revealed things they'd never considered before.
"Where do you find a guy like that in THIS sleepy little town?" Diane asked.
Alice smiled secretly. "Oh, guys like that can be found anywhere. They're not the same in public as they are in private, I can assure you." She lifted her glass to her lips again. "That's actually one of the funniest things about working in the office – I see him all the time as the stern, sexy disciplinarian, but now, he's watering the plants, cleaning the coffee machine, or bringing freshly baked cookies to work… It's a whole new side to him, you know?"
Diane gasped, and her eyes grew even wider. "Whoa, whoa, wait. Hold on a second. OUR office? Coffee? Cookies? Are you… Maurice!? The guy you were talking about is MAURICE!?"
Alice clasped her hands in front of her mouth, a panicked look in her eyes when she suddenly realized that she'd said a lot more than she intended. "N-no," she said slowly. "Of course not! Don't be silly. Him? No!"
The others ignored her, as they were all busy trying to fit this story to their mental image of their tall, quirky, dark-haired, well-dressed coworker. Betty raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Well, that's certainly a new side to him. He's always so nice and friendly – I can't picture Maurice doing something like that."
The blush on Charlie's face, combined with the far-away look in her eyes, suggested that she managed to picture it just fine.
"It's not Maurice, you guys!" Alice insisted, though no one believed her. "It was… someone else. Who's Maurice? I don't think I've met him yet…"
Diane placed her hand over Alice's. "It's OK, girl. We've all said more than we intended when we were drunk." She grinned. "Now, are there any other details you'd like to share about your adventurous life?"
When Maurice arrived at the office the following Monday, he was surprised to see Charlie blush and look away the second he entered. The woman seemed bothered by something, but when he tried to ask her what, she fled from the room. He entered the lounge, where Betty and Diane glanced at each other and began whispering together, casting subtle glances at him.
He sighed, deciding not to worry about it. If it was important, he'd find out soon enough – and if it wasn't, it was pointless to worry.
Shortly before lunch, he'd headed down to the store for some packs of tea for the office. Upon his return, he found Betty, Charlie, and Diane waiting for him outside the door. "Hello, ladies. What's up?" he said in his usual cheerful tone.
Betty was the first to respond. "We heard that you took Alice over your knee and spanked her."
Despite his shock, Maurice managed to assume a confused expression. "What are you talking about? Why would I do that?"
"We also heard that you fingered her, but refused to let her orgasm," Diane added. Charlie blushed, avoiding his gaze.
"What on Earth gave you that idea?" he said in a shocked tone, uncomfortable with the conversation and wanting to end it as soon as possible. This was not a subject he wanted to discuss with his coworkers.
"Alice told us," Betty responded.
He scoffed. "Well, it must have been some dream she had. Flattering, believe me, but…"
"She told us in great detail."
"I'm sure she has a very active imagination. Seems like a nice girl, and –"
"She also showed us the text messages you two have been sending each other."
Ah. That was harder to explain away. Realizing that there was no explanation that would satisfy the trio, Maurice sighed and gave up. "I assume she told you during your little after-work meetup on Friday? That girl really needs to stop drinking so much…"
Betty grinned. "Are you going to spank her for it? To make sure she watches her mouth in the future?"
Maurice glared at her. "I suggest you mind your own business and stop worrying about what happens in my bedroom."
Charlie frowned. "I thought it was in the living room?" He turned his glare on her, and he squealed and blushed, hurriedly looking away.
"Can I watch?" Betty asked.
"What?" Maurice stared at her, taken aback by the sudden request. This day was full of surprises already.
"I want to watch you spank her," Betty insisted. "Please? Pretty please?"
"Me too," Diane said. Charlie nodded her agreement, still avoiding his gaze.
He raised an eyebrow. Nothing about this conversation was going in the direction he'd expected. "I'll think about it," he told them, then left to put the tea away. He needed to consider what to do – and most importantly, discuss it with Alice.
A few days later, Alice pouted as she brushed her dark hair, putting it into pigtails. "his is going to be so humiliating, They're going to watch my spanking… And when I start kicking, they're going to see EVERYTHING!"
Maurice stepped up behind her, placing his arms comfortingly around her as he kissed the top of her head. "If you want, I could let you keep your panties on just this once. Or we could tell them the show's cancelled." He frowned. "Though you're still getting a spanking, of course. You need to stop drinking so much, and I did not give you permission to share those details with them."
She considered his suggestion, but shook her head. "No, it's OK. We'll go through with it." She grinned. "Let's give them a show they'll remember for the rest of their lives."
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