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 TV shows they were currently watching, 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 leaned back to watch their response.
The girls looked at each other, nodding, though Charlie looked a little sheepish. 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 make 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!" Betty 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 a ponytail. 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. It hurt, but in a good way, I guess?" 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 had 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. Obviously, I obeyed. He pushed me forward until he felt that my bottom was sufficiently raised, 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 I 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, and she wasn't the only one at the table with a red face.
"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. He did this to me 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 cum." 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 being at the office – in private, he's the stern, sexy disciplinarian, but at work, I see him 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 shocking, sexy 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 looked at each other and began whispering together, casting glances at him that they probably thought were subtle.
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 headed down to the store to buy some 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," she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
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, still 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 nothing he could say 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 and her alcohol intake 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 not meeting his eyes.
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. It was a shocking request, and he needed to consider what to do – and most importantly, talk to Alice.
A few days later, Alice pouted as she brushed her dark hair, putting it into pigtails. "This 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 and that they don't get to watch." 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."
"Would any of you ladies like a drink?" Maurice said as he showed his three coworkers into the living room. "Soda, wine, beer…"
Betty turned to Alice, who was sitting in a comfy chair. "What are you having, Alice?"
Maurice frowned. "Alice has been a naughty little girl and doesn't get to drink anything but water today." Alice blushed, fidgeting. "In fact, I seem to remember it went quite poorly the last time she drank alcohol…" Alice blushed even more at that, burying her face in her hands.
"Hey, if she didn't drink too much that day, we wouldn't be here," Diane pointed out.
At their request, Alice brought Betty a glass of red wine, and Diane a can of beer. Charlie, who was driving, asked for a glass of juice – preferably apple, if they had.
After a few minutes of chatting, Maurice decided it was time to begin. He sat down in the middle of the sofa. "Alice? Come here." She rose on trembling legs, inching closer to the stern-looking man. Soon, she was standing before him, placing her hands on her head. She bit her lip as he lifted the hem of her dress, tucking it into the waistband. With agonizing slowness, he inched her panties down to her knees.
The three onlookers stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. None of them made a sound or moved a muscle as they watched him guide her over his knee. Her upper body was stretched out on the sofa, while her feet were on the floor and her bottom rested on his lap, ready for his attention.
"Have you been a naughty girl, Alice?" he asked calmly as he stroked her quivering bottom.
"Yes, sir," Alice replied nervously.
"And what happens to naughty girls in this house?"
"They get spanked, sir," she breathed. "Good and hard, on their bare bottoms."
"That's correct," he said, lifting his hand and beginning to spank her.
The first slaps were a lot gentler than the audience had expected. Light taps that made her bottom dance delightfully, but probably didn't sting much. Maurice usually took his time – in his opinion, a good spanking was a work of art, and should not be rushed if at all possible. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, spreading warm smacks over every inch of her bottom.
Gradually, however, the spanks were harder and faster. Soon, they could see the handprints on her pale cheeks, and before long, the marks had melted together into an even pinkness. She had begun to gasp, shifting slightly as his hand fell.
Before long, her bottom was beginning to turn red, and the smacks were hard enough to ring out in the quiet room. As the sting grew and her bottom burned, Alice could feel the first tears at the edges of her eyes. She felt the urge to squirm, but did her best to keep her legs together. Being spanked in front of her coworkers was embarrassing enough, so she wanted to keep some modicum of modesty.
Maurice, however, showed no mercy. His hand slammed down hard, paying particular attention to her sensitive sit spots, so she was soon squirming around and kicking her legs, revealing her moist sex. All thoughts of modesty were forgotten – the only thing she could think of was the burning fire in her bottom.
She was crying her eyes out and promising to behave long before he stopped. Finally, when her bottom was scarlet and she sobbed pitifully, he ended her spanking, rubbing gently as he cooed in her ear. Soon, she was sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest as he hugged her, kissed her forehead, and assured her that she was forgiven.
The three coworkers sat open-mouthed and wide-eyed, completely speechless. This was the most intense thing any of them had witnessed. They could not believe that these were the people that they saw in the office every day.
After some time, Betty raised her hand. "Can I be next?" she whispered.
Maurice stared at her. "Excuse me?"
She squirmed in her chair, blushing fiercely. "I think I'd quite like a spanking too."
Charlie looked up at Maurice. For once, she met his gaze. "Yeah, me too," she mumbled. "Please?"
Diane glanced at her friends, shaking her head. "Not me!"
Maurice looked at Betty and Charlie. "I'm not so sure that Alice would want to share what we –"
"Do it," the little imp on his lap whispered into his ear as she dried the last of her tears.
He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to spank them? Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Being over your lap is too wonderful to keep to myself. If my friends want to share, why should I be selfish?" She grinned. "Besides, it will be fun to watch someone else get it for a change."
Alice rose, hissing as she lowered her warm rear end into the softest comfy chair. She then watched at Betty stood in front of Maurice. Before he could say anything, Betty had jerked her shorts and panties down to her knees, then laid down across his waiting lap. She wriggled her rear end teasingly. "Give me a spanking just like the one you gave Alice!" she said, holding her head high and trying her best to sound brave. Charlie gasped, staring wide-eyed at her audacious friend. Alice suspected that the girl had finished a couple of glasses of wine even before she came here.
Maurice patted her rump gently. "Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No," Betty admitted.
"I'm going to start off gently, just like I did with Alice, and then we'll see how much you can take," he told her. "The reality may not live up to your fantasy."
"I can take it!" she objected, grumbling – and then yelped when he smacked her thigh hard.
"Young lady, you are entirely inexperienced, while I have delivered A LOT of spankings," he scolded. "I'm the one that knows what I'm doing, so you are going to listen to me. Is that clear?" His voice made a shiver run down her back.
"Yes, sir," Betty squeaked timidly. This was a new side to him, and it was scarier than she had expected.
As promised, the first few smacks were slow and gentle – just like when he spanked Alice. Betty smiled nervously, tossing her hair contemptuously. She was not afraid!
Gradually, however, the slaps came harder and faster. She could feel the heat rising, and she began to shift over his lap. This was exciting, but also painful. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering crisp smacks that made her wince.
Under his gentle discipline, her bottom slowly grew pink, and she was squirming over his lap. No one had ever taken charge of her like this before, and it was very arousing. He spanked her firmly, covering every inch of her bare, bouncing bottom.
She was kicking her legs, trying to hold the tears back, as he blistered her bottom. She squealed and hissed in pain, but she had to admit that it was not entirely unpleasant. Then, he focused his attention on her sit spots, which caused her to howl.
When she began to sob and plead for mercy, he ended the spanking. Her bottom was slightly red, far paler than Alice's, but still hot to the touch. He helped her up, and he hugged her as she cried.
When she rose, giving him a grateful smile as she rubbed her sore posterior, he turned to Charlie. "What about you? Do you still want a spanking?"
The shy, lanky woman rose to her feet, both hands clasping her bottom protectively. She inched closer to the muscular man. "Um. C-could… could you be gentle? And… can I keep my panties on?" she mumbled, barely able to meet his gaze. It looked like she had tears in her eyes already.
Diane huffed disdainfully, but Maurice gave Charlie a comforting smile. "Of course, if that's what you want. I will have to lower your jeans, though – I need to see what I'm doing. Is that OK with you?"
She nodded, and he reached forward to unbutton her jeans. She fidgeted as he pulled her trousers down to her knees, revealing a pair of pretty pink panties with a cartoon bear on the seat.
With gentle slowness, he guided her over his lap. "Are you comfortable, Charlie?"
"Y-yes, sir," she mumbled.
He rubbed her bottom gently, grinning as he watched her squirm. There was already a wet patch on the crotch of her panties. "Why don't you ask me nicely to spank you?"
"Um. OK, sir," she mumbled. "May I have a spanking, please?" She buried her face in her hands, blushing.
He chuckled. "Of course you may." The first few slaps were somehow even gentler than the ones he gave Betty. He spanked slowly and softly, caressing her bottom between the spanks. A moan escaped her lips, and she soon began to squirm, but not from pain. "Do you like that, Charlie?"
"Yes! More, please," she squealed.
He smiled and obliged her. The spanks were soon delivered harder and faster, but he continued to rub her bottom, and she panted and whimpered as he stroked her.
The crisp, hard smacks rang out, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs in discomfort and delight. She cried out and moaned as he spanked her, her small whimpers mixing with his quiet chuckles.
Her bottom was very pink when he stopped, and there were tears in her eyes, but she also had the most blissful smile any of them had seen. She curled up on his lap as he cooed gently. "Did you enjoy that, young lady?" he said as he comforted her.
"That was amazing," she purred. "The best thing I've ever experienced."
Eventually, she left his lap, rising to rub her bottom. Before anyone could speak, Diane sighed and stood up. "I guess I have to do it too, don't I?" she grumbled.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Diane," Maurice assured her.
She shrugged. "Thank you for saying that, but everyone else has been spanked, so I really have no choice." She started to pull her shorts down.
Maurice raised an eyebrow. "That's not how it works, Diane. I've never spanked a woman against her will, and I'm not about to start now." Ignoring his words, Diane dropped her shorts to the ground, then tried to bend over his lap. Maurice stopped her. "Diane, no one is forcing you to do this."
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. "Can't… can't you force me a little bit?"
For a few seconds, Maurice stared at her as he processed her words. Then, his gaze hardened. "On your knees. Kneel," he ordered. She instantly obeyed, licking her lips nervously. "If you want to be punished so badly – beg me to spank you." She glanced away, blushing, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "I'm waiting, Diane."
"P… Please take me over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking on my bare bottom," she begged, blushing crimson.
He grinned. "As you wish."
Diane almost resisted as he pulled her over his knee. Her black silk panties were pulled down to reveal a firm, athletic bottom that trembled slightly in anticipation. He caressed her backside briefly, before beginning to spank her.
This time, Maurice did not start off gently; he had a suspicion that Diane wanted to be tamed, and that was not a challenge he would fail. He delivered a few hard smacks, watching her bottom bounce under his hand, then waited for a protest. None came.
He gave her a few dozen hard smacks, causing her to hiss in pain and arch her back. He spanked hard and fast, moving from cheek to cheek.
As her bottom began to redden, she bucked and bounced over his lap. He gave her a sound thrashing, grinning when the tough young woman began to yelp and squirm. Her bottom bounced delightfully under his palm. He looked around the room, watching the wide eyes of their audience. Everyone understood that Diane was getting a real spanking.
A few whimpers escaped Diane's lips, but no matter how much she howled and twisted, she never asked him to stop. She grimaced in pain, but though the pain made her squirm, she never tried to get off his lap.
When she kicked her legs, he placed one leg over hers to hold her in place, his hand still crashing down on her squirming seat. Tears were rolling down her face.
Her bottom was bright red and throbbing by the time he ended the spanking. She jumped up, sobbing against his chest, and he hugged her. He kissed her forehead gently, whispering into her ear. She smiled up at him, and he knew that she'd gotten exactly what she wanted and needed.
Alice, Betty and Charlie watched them both with new-found respect. None of them had expected to see Diane like that. It was a new side to their stoic giant.
Once Diane had finally calmed down, Alice glanced around at the others. "Same time next week?" she suggested.
The other three women nodded as they rubbed their sore bottoms, and Maurice chuckled. This was going to be interesting.
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 TV shows they were currently watching, 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 leaned back to watch their response.
The girls looked at each other, nodding, though Charlie looked a little sheepish. 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 make 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!" Betty 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 a ponytail. 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. It hurt, but in a good way, I guess?" 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 had 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. Obviously, I obeyed. He pushed me forward until he felt that my bottom was sufficiently raised, 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 I 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, and she wasn't the only one at the table with a red face.
"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. He did this to me 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 cum." 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 being at the office – in private, he's the stern, sexy disciplinarian, but at work, I see him 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 shocking, sexy 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 looked at each other and began whispering together, casting glances at him that they probably thought were subtle.
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 headed down to the store to buy some 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," she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
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, still 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 nothing he could say 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 and her alcohol intake 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 not meeting his eyes.
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. It was a shocking request, and he needed to consider what to do – and most importantly, talk to Alice.
A few days later, Alice pouted as she brushed her dark hair, putting it into pigtails. "This 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 and that they don't get to watch." 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."
"Would any of you ladies like a drink?" Maurice said as he showed his three coworkers into the living room. "Soda, wine, beer…"
Betty turned to Alice, who was sitting in a comfy chair. "What are you having, Alice?"
Maurice frowned. "Alice has been a naughty little girl and doesn't get to drink anything but water today." Alice blushed, fidgeting. "In fact, I seem to remember it went quite poorly the last time she drank alcohol…" Alice blushed even more at that, burying her face in her hands.
"Hey, if she didn't drink too much that day, we wouldn't be here," Diane pointed out.
At their request, Alice brought Betty a glass of red wine, and Diane a can of beer. Charlie, who was driving, asked for a glass of juice – preferably apple, if they had.
After a few minutes of chatting, Maurice decided it was time to begin. He sat down in the middle of the sofa. "Alice? Come here." She rose on trembling legs, inching closer to the stern-looking man. Soon, she was standing before him, placing her hands on her head. She bit her lip as he lifted the hem of her dress, tucking it into the waistband. With agonizing slowness, he inched her panties down to her knees.
The three onlookers stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. None of them made a sound or moved a muscle as they watched him guide her over his knee. Her upper body was stretched out on the sofa, while her feet were on the floor and her bottom rested on his lap, ready for his attention.
"Have you been a naughty girl, Alice?" he asked calmly as he stroked her quivering bottom.
"Yes, sir," Alice replied nervously.
"And what happens to naughty girls in this house?"
"They get spanked, sir," she breathed. "Good and hard, on their bare bottoms."
"That's correct," he said, lifting his hand and beginning to spank her.
The first slaps were a lot gentler than the audience had expected. Light taps that made her bottom dance delightfully, but probably didn't sting much. Maurice usually took his time – in his opinion, a good spanking was a work of art, and should not be rushed if at all possible. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, spreading warm smacks over every inch of her bottom.
Gradually, however, the spanks were harder and faster. Soon, they could see the handprints on her pale cheeks, and before long, the marks had melted together into an even pinkness. She had begun to gasp, shifting slightly as his hand fell.
Before long, her bottom was beginning to turn red, and the smacks were hard enough to ring out in the quiet room. As the sting grew and her bottom burned, Alice could feel the first tears at the edges of her eyes. She felt the urge to squirm, but did her best to keep her legs together. Being spanked in front of her coworkers was embarrassing enough, so she wanted to keep some modicum of modesty.
Maurice, however, showed no mercy. His hand slammed down hard, paying particular attention to her sensitive sit spots, so she was soon squirming around and kicking her legs, revealing her moist sex. All thoughts of modesty were forgotten – the only thing she could think of was the burning fire in her bottom.
She was crying her eyes out and promising to behave long before he stopped. Finally, when her bottom was scarlet and she sobbed pitifully, he ended her spanking, rubbing gently as he cooed in her ear. Soon, she was sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest as he hugged her, kissed her forehead, and assured her that she was forgiven.
The three coworkers sat open-mouthed and wide-eyed, completely speechless. This was the most intense thing any of them had witnessed. They could not believe that these were the people that they saw in the office every day.
After some time, Betty raised her hand. "Can I be next?" she whispered.
Maurice stared at her. "Excuse me?"
She squirmed in her chair, blushing fiercely. "I think I'd quite like a spanking too."
Charlie looked up at Maurice. For once, she met his gaze. "Yeah, me too," she mumbled. "Please?"
Diane glanced at her friends, shaking her head. "Not me!"
Maurice looked at Betty and Charlie. "I'm not so sure that Alice would want to share what we –"
"Do it," the little imp on his lap whispered into his ear as she dried the last of her tears.
He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to spank them? Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Being over your lap is too wonderful to keep to myself. If my friends want to share, why should I be selfish?" She grinned. "Besides, it will be fun to watch someone else get it for a change."
Alice rose, hissing as she lowered her warm rear end into the softest comfy chair. She then watched at Betty stood in front of Maurice. Before he could say anything, Betty had jerked her shorts and panties down to her knees, then laid down across his waiting lap. She wriggled her rear end teasingly. "Give me a spanking just like the one you gave Alice!" she said, holding her head high and trying her best to sound brave. Charlie gasped, staring wide-eyed at her audacious friend. Alice suspected that the girl had finished a couple of glasses of wine even before she came here.
Maurice patted her rump gently. "Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No," Betty admitted.
"I'm going to start off gently, just like I did with Alice, and then we'll see how much you can take," he told her. "The reality may not live up to your fantasy."
"I can take it!" she objected, grumbling – and then yelped when he smacked her thigh hard.
"Young lady, you are entirely inexperienced, while I have delivered A LOT of spankings," he scolded. "I'm the one that knows what I'm doing, so you are going to listen to me. Is that clear?" His voice made a shiver run down her back.
"Yes, sir," Betty squeaked timidly. This was a new side to him, and it was scarier than she had expected.
As promised, the first few smacks were slow and gentle – just like when he spanked Alice. Betty smiled nervously, tossing her hair contemptuously. She was not afraid!
Gradually, however, the slaps came harder and faster. She could feel the heat rising, and she began to shift over his lap. This was exciting, but also painful. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering crisp smacks that made her wince.
Under his gentle discipline, her bottom slowly grew pink, and she was squirming over his lap. No one had ever taken charge of her like this before, and it was very arousing. He spanked her firmly, covering every inch of her bare, bouncing bottom.
She was kicking her legs, trying to hold the tears back, as he blistered her bottom. She squealed and hissed in pain, but she had to admit that it was not entirely unpleasant. Then, he focused his attention on her sit spots, which caused her to howl.
When she began to sob and plead for mercy, he ended the spanking. Her bottom was slightly red, far paler than Alice's, but still hot to the touch. He helped her up, and he hugged her as she cried.
When she rose, giving him a grateful smile as she rubbed her sore posterior, he turned to Charlie. "What about you? Do you still want a spanking?"
The shy, lanky woman rose to her feet, both hands clasping her bottom protectively. She inched closer to the muscular man. "Um. C-could… could you be gentle? And… can I keep my panties on?" she mumbled, barely able to meet his gaze. It looked like she had tears in her eyes already.
Diane huffed disdainfully, but Maurice gave Charlie a comforting smile. "Of course, if that's what you want. I will have to lower your jeans, though – I need to see what I'm doing. Is that OK with you?"
She nodded, and he reached forward to unbutton her jeans. She fidgeted as he pulled her trousers down to her knees, revealing a pair of pretty pink panties with a cartoon bear on the seat.
With gentle slowness, he guided her over his lap. "Are you comfortable, Charlie?"
"Y-yes, sir," she mumbled.
He rubbed her bottom gently, grinning as he watched her squirm. There was already a wet patch on the crotch of her panties. "Why don't you ask me nicely to spank you?"
"Um. OK, sir," she mumbled. "May I have a spanking, please?" She buried her face in her hands, blushing.
He chuckled. "Of course you may." The first few slaps were somehow even gentler than the ones he gave Betty. He spanked slowly and softly, caressing her bottom between the spanks. A moan escaped her lips, and she soon began to squirm, but not from pain. "Do you like that, Charlie?"
"Yes! More, please," she squealed.
He smiled and obliged her. The spanks were soon delivered harder and faster, but he continued to rub her bottom, and she panted and whimpered as he stroked her.
The crisp, hard smacks rang out, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs in discomfort and delight. She cried out and moaned as he spanked her, her small whimpers mixing with his quiet chuckles.
Her bottom was very pink when he stopped, and there were tears in her eyes, but she also had the most blissful smile any of them had seen. She curled up on his lap as he cooed gently. "Did you enjoy that, young lady?" he said as he comforted her.
"That was amazing," she purred. "The best thing I've ever experienced."
Eventually, she left his lap, rising to rub her bottom. Before anyone could speak, Diane sighed and stood up. "I guess I have to do it too, don't I?" she grumbled.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Diane," Maurice assured her.
She shrugged. "Thank you for saying that, but everyone else has been spanked, so I really have no choice." She started to pull her shorts down.
Maurice raised an eyebrow. "That's not how it works, Diane. I've never spanked a woman against her will, and I'm not about to start now." Ignoring his words, Diane dropped her shorts to the ground, then tried to bend over his lap. Maurice stopped her. "Diane, no one is forcing you to do this."
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. "Can't… can't you force me a little bit?"
For a few seconds, Maurice stared at her as he processed her words. Then, his gaze hardened. "On your knees. Kneel," he ordered. She instantly obeyed, licking her lips nervously. "If you want to be punished so badly – beg me to spank you." She glanced away, blushing, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "I'm waiting, Diane."
"P… Please take me over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking on my bare bottom," she begged, blushing crimson.
He grinned. "As you wish."
Diane almost resisted as he pulled her over his knee. Her black silk panties were pulled down to reveal a firm, athletic bottom that trembled slightly in anticipation. He caressed her backside briefly, before beginning to spank her.
This time, Maurice did not start off gently; he had a suspicion that Diane wanted to be tamed, and that was not a challenge he would fail. He delivered a few hard smacks, watching her bottom bounce under his hand, then waited for a protest. None came.
He gave her a few dozen hard smacks, causing her to hiss in pain and arch her back. He spanked hard and fast, moving from cheek to cheek.
As her bottom began to redden, she bucked and bounced over his lap. He gave her a sound thrashing, grinning when the tough young woman began to yelp and squirm. Her bottom bounced delightfully under his palm. He looked around the room, watching the wide eyes of their audience. Everyone understood that Diane was getting a real spanking.
A few whimpers escaped Diane's lips, but no matter how much she howled and twisted, she never asked him to stop. She grimaced in pain, but though the pain made her squirm, she never tried to get off his lap.
When she kicked her legs, he placed one leg over hers to hold her in place, his hand still crashing down on her squirming seat. Tears were rolling down her face.
Her bottom was bright red and throbbing by the time he ended the spanking. She jumped up, sobbing against his chest, and he hugged her. He kissed her forehead gently, whispering into her ear. She smiled up at him, and he knew that she'd gotten exactly what she wanted and needed.
Alice, Betty and Charlie watched them both with new-found respect. None of them had expected to see Diane like that. It was a new side to their stoic giant.
Once Diane had finally calmed down, Alice glanced around at the others. "Same time next week?" she suggested.
The other three women nodded as they rubbed their sore bottoms, and Maurice chuckled. This was going to be interesting.
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