PantyLover came in to the office a little late. He said good morning as he passed by people’s desks. ” Good morning Bill … ‘morning Ned … how’s things, Charlie … Good Morning, Ashley …ahhh.”
Panty lover took a deep breath. For a moment he couldn’t keep his eyes off Ashley – and her divinely shaped bottom under her short, over-tight glossy black skirt. Then he got his self-control back and proceeded into his office. ” Hi Fred … Morning Doug.” And slammed the door.
An hour later Pantylover came out of his office, on his way to a meeting that would keep him out of the office for most of the day. He saw a flock of male office workers gathered round Ashley’s desk, each trying to get a better view than the others down the front of Ashley’s blouse. Ashley was trying to spread her favours around – trying to make sure that everyone got an equally good view. Pantylover mumbled under his breath – but he was in a rush.
Not long before quitting time, PantyLover was back. Ashley was bending over in front of the storage cabinet, reaching down inside, positioned so that her short black shiny skirt was stretched over her round bottom, displayed for all in the office to see. And all the men in the office were seeing, were looking up from their desks to make sure they missed nothing of the show being presented by Ashley.
Ashley stood up and stretched, leaning back, joining her hands behind her back. She was short, her long brong hair reaching down almost to her slim waist. Her breasts were big and outstanding, and her bottom was small and round. She was wearing a white blouse – tight and almost transparent, low in front to show the cleavage between her ample breasts, low behind to show her smmoth back. Her skin was tanned all over, contrasting with the white shoulders of her blouse. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were obvious under her blouse. Buttons ran down the front, and the material of her blouse was stretched tight under her breasts and on the side. The blouse was too small, and the buttons were straining. She was wearing a thin, glossy black skirt – thigh length, pulling tight across her buttocks. The outline of her panties was showing through her tightly stretched skirt. A slit ran up the side, with a zipper completing the short distance to her waist. Her long legs were covered with her sheer black hose. She was wearing red high-heeled shoes.
Pantylover looked around – and noticed how the in-baskets of all the men were still full. Pantylover looked at Ashley – and felt a stirring inside his pants. He could hardly blame the guys. Ashley was doing it deliberately, he could see.
“Ashley” he said. “Could you come into my office. There is something we need to discuss”.
Pantlylover thought more. About how people could hear everything that happened in his office. And how quickly everyone always left at quitting time. And what he REALLY wanted to do to Ashley.
“At quitting time, that is. Could you drop by my office for a few minutes before you leave this afternoon.”
“Yes Sir”, said Ashley. “At quitting time.”
Pantylover went into his office, sat down, and started to work on his overflowing in-tray.
After a while, PantylLover heard the rush as people got ready to leave. He heard the outside door open and close. Then again, and again. There was silence. There was a knock on the office door.
“Come in” he said.
Ashley came through the door as Pantylover looked up for his desk.
“Come in, Ashley. Come sit down.”
She presented an arresting spectacle. She took a couple of steps towards him, her breasts bouncing as she moved.
“Close the door, please Ashley.”
She turned and walked back to the door, the back view even more arousing than the front view, as her glossy black skirt pulled tight across her round bottom. moving side to side as she walked . Ashley pushed the door closed, and the latch clicked. She walked back to the chair and sat down, her short skirt riding up her thighs.
“You wanted to talk to me, Sir?”
“Yes, Ashley. I was a little bit concerned about what I saw in the office today. As you know, in a group like ours it is very important that everybody be able to work together smoothly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We try to maintain an atmosphere in the office where everyone can work at their maximum efficiency. Time is money!”
“Yes sir, I think I was working at my maximum efficiency today.”
“I’m sure you were Ashley. A very important part of the office environment is that there not be any disruptive influences around. The company pays for air conditioning, and background music to be sure that everyone is comfortable and so able to work at their best.”
“Most of your fellow employees are men, Ashley. One of the most emotionally disruptive things for a man is a woman. You are a woman Ashley. A very physically attractive woman.”
“Thank you Sir. I didn’t think you noticed things like that.”
“Ashley, when you are dressed like that, no man near you can fail to take notice of the fact that you are a very physically attractive woman.”
“Yes sir. This is what I wear for my night job as a cocktail waitress. I get lots of tips from the men. They like it.”
“That is not an acceptable outfit to wear to work, When your fellow workers see you dressed like that, their minds stray from their work.”
“Why Sir, whatever do you mean.”
“I mean, Ashley, that their minds are inside your panties, not in their in-tray.”
Ashley blushed pink.
“Why Sir, how could you say such a thing.”
“There will be a reprimand on your record.”
“A reprimand. But Sir, it was only one time. I just forgot to change one time. It won’t happen again”
“I’m sorry Ashley. But just this one time has a big effect. It was just like everybody took a day off sick. That is very expensive for the company. So, please make sure that this does NOT happen again.”
“That isn’t fair. Maybe it was YOUR mind that was inside my panties. I swa the way you were looking at me.”
“Yes, Ashley, I am a man too. And you ARE a very physically attractive woman. My mind is not the only thing I would like to get inside your panties. But that does not change your offense. Unfortunately, it will probably mean no raise at the salary review coming up.
But I was going to quit my waitress job. I won’t be able to if I don’t get a raise.
I’m sorry Ashley, it is out of my hands. The President makes the decisions for raises. All I can do is do is maintain your record to reflect your behaviour at work. And that attire is not satisfactory.
But I am really sorry about this. Isn’t there some way I could work extra hours to make up for the time lost
I have to do something permanent – otherwise you will just forget and do this again. You need to be negatively re-inforced for your behaviour.
But isn’t there some other way of reminding me?
It’s too bad you didn’t just receive a spanking as young girl when this sort of thing happened. Then you would have learned. But now you are a grown up, and things are not so simple any more.
Couldn’t you just spank me now sir? I would remember that way. And wouldn’t you like to spank me Sir?
Well, that would probably help you to remember not to do this again – and if you could quit your night job, it would make it less likely for this too happen again.
Very well Ashley – instead of giving you a reprimand on your record – I will give you a spanking to help you remember not to do this again. Take off your skirt.
Take off my skirt? I don’t need to do that! You just want to see my panties!
TAKE OFF YOUR SKIRT! Bend over Ashley – you can put your hands on the chair.
Ashley turned her back to Pantylover to give him a good view of the way her thigh length, thin, glossy black skirt pulled tight across her buttocks, stretched tight enough to show the outline of her panties beneath. The unclipped the zipper at her waist on the side, and opened it down the short distance to the top of the slit running the side of her skirt. She dropped her skirt to the ground. Pantylover took in a sharp breath when he saw her tight red panties above the sheer black hose covering her long legs. She slowly bent over, pushing out her her panty-clad bottom like a waitress presenting a menu of pleasures.
Pantylover walked over towards Ashley, looking at her ass, following the curves with his eyes, choosing a target. He lifted his hand, and then SLAPPED HARD in the middle of her bouncy bottom. Ashley gasped and jerked forward with the blow.
OOOOWWWWW, that hurt!
PantyLover SLAPPED HARDER on Ashley’s buttock on the left side. She jerked again, moving her bottom to the right to evade the pain.
Stop it, that is hurting. I am not a little kid, you can’t do this to me!
PantyLover SLAPPED EVEN HARDER on the right cheek of Ashley’s bottom, making her squirm back to the other side, then he QUICKLY and SHARPLY WHACKED across the top of Ashley’s thighs. She squealed and jerked, her big tits jiggling under her tight blouse in a delicious display of feminity.
Stop it. OOOOWWWWW. Stop it please.
PantyLover SMACKED right in the middle of Ashley’s rear end. His hand bounced and her bottom moved and PantlyLover got even more excited. Tears were in her eyes.
OOUUCCCH, OOOWWWEEEEEE – that HURT! Stop it. Please stop it. Please, I won’t wear that again, I promise.
Stand up now, Ashley. Take off your blouse.
Ashley stood up and stretched, leaning back, pushing her arms above her head and back. Her big, pointed breasts pushed out, straining her blouse almost to bursting. her nipples making it very obvious she was enjoying this as much as Pantylover was.
Why do I have to undress? You just want to see me naked don’t you?
TAKE OFF YOUR BLOUSE!!!!
Ashley put on a sulking expression, but she undid the top button of her tight, white almost- transparent blouse, opening the low front to show even more of the cleavage between her ample breasts. She opened another button, but the material of her blouse was still stretched tight under her breasts and on the side. The blouse was way too small, and her boobs were straining to escape. One by one she unfastened the rest of the buttons. She opened her blouse and dropped it to the floor to show her magnificent breasts. She was not wearing a bra, she was entirely naked above the waist.
Pantylover was feeling very hot now. He looked at Ashley, slowly up and down. Her red panties seemed to be very thin and stretched very tight. Ashley could see him looking and she was feeling hotter and hotter.
And your panties. Take off your panties.
Ashley took a deep breath and slid her panties down, bending over to push them down her legs to the floor. She stepped out. Now she was nude except for her garter-blet and sheer black hose, and her red high-heeled shoes. Her bottom was showing a nice shade of pink from the slaps through her panties.
Ashley felt a hot flush of embaressment as she saw PantyLover looking at her nakedness. She knew that PantyLover was not just doing this to punish her. She saw PantyLover’s cock bulging in his pants and she knew that he was enjoying this …
And Ashley knew that she was enjoying it too …
Bend over again Ashley. Legs apart.
Ashley bent, her hands on her knees, her long legs covered with sheer black hose, her ass pushed out. She felt a hot flush as she head PantyLover behind her, and she knew that with her panties off and legs spread her pussy was open and exposed to him.
PantyLover raised his hand and SWATTED Ashley on the right side of her naked bottom. Ashley squealed and moved her butt to lessen the blow. PantyLover WHAPS Ashley in the middle of her firm, round, naked bottom. His hand bounced and Ashley jerked.
“OOOOOWWWWWW”, she cried. “Stop it, please. I’ll do anything.”
PantyLover SLAPPED the left side of Ashley’s firm, round, naked bottom HARD. She squealed and squirmed trying to escape.
Anything, anything, just stop it! It HURTS so bad.
PantyLover watched the show that Ashley was putting on, wiggling and squirming her ass. He SPANKED FAST and HARD on her right cheek.
STOP IT! STOP IT! I beg you. Anything, I’ll do anything.
PantyLover WHAPPED EVEN HARDER on Ashley’s left buttock.
PantyLover walked slowly round in front of Ashley – seeing her big breasts from the side, pushed down towards the floor. He looked down her back at the twin mounds of her crimson buttocks rising. PantyLover was aching and hard. He wanted Ashley.
Ashley looked up at him standing in front of her. She reached out her hand and touched PantyLover on the front of his pants. She rubbed. She stroked.
“Anything” she said.
PantyLover jumped when he felt her touch. He smiled. Without a single word, he dropped his pants to the floor. Ashley gazed wide-eyed at the bulge in Pantylover’s underpants. PantyLover dropped his underpants and his cock stood out long and hard. Ashley was wider-eyed. She reached out again and took a firm grip of his cock. PantyLover gasped and moaned and enjoyed while Ashley stroked and rubbed.
He pulled her hand away. PantyLover slowly walked round the other side of Ashley back behind her – looking at her breasts from the side – reaching out and squeezing – pinching her nipple – and then back behind her. He reached out and stroked Ashley’s pussy between her legs. She was wet. He rubbed, and teased her clit. PantyLover moved his cock to her pussy. Up against her, pushing between the lips. Then PantyLover RAMMED in HARD and DEEP. Ashley gasped. PantyLover gasped as he slid in, stretching Ashley’s cunt, IN and UP and out – IN and UP and out – a regular rhythm. Ashley moaned, and Ashley squirmed – rotatiing her hips, pushing back onto PantyLover’s cock, pleasing him.
PantyLover reached forward to grip Ashley’s breasts, like handles to pull her back onto him – IN and out, UP and down – she was wriggling on him, squirming. Ashley’s breathing was racing – and PantyLover’s as well – as he thrust in and out – pressure building. Ashley’s cunt tightened up around PantyLover’s cock – in and out – regular rhythm.
And then PantyLover was CUMMING – exploding into Ashley – surging and spurting into her. Ashley was CUMMING also, acceptiong PantyLover’s juices into her, mixing with her wetness – filling her up. PantyLover pushed in hard to get every last drop into Ashley.
He collapsed for a short while, then pulled Ashley up and turned her around and hugged her tight against him.
PantyLover smiled at Ashley. “I think you should put your clothes back on now.”
Yes sir.
Pantylover watched Ashley getting dressed once again in her tight clothes. “Well, I think for that maybe you need a star on your record.”
Will it be a gold star?
Yes, I think so. That was a pretty good performance.
Thank you Sir, does that mean I will get a raise?
Perhaps. As I said, it is out of my hands, the President will look at your record and make a decison. I think he usually gives a raise to the three people with the biggest number of gold stars.
I really need that raise so I can quit my job. Couldn’t you give me some more gold stars?
Well Ashley. I would like to. But, a gold star has to be FOR something.
Well sir. maybe I need some more spanking. Just to remind me to be good and careful about the clothing I wear to the office?
That would show dedication to your job. Perhaps you could get some more gold stars that way. You would need to come into my office after quitting time.
Yes Sir, but I would need to wear my waitress outfit, just to remind me of why I am getting spanked. And I can’t wear it to the office any more.
Yes that’s right. You would have to change right after work.
Yes Sir. Perhaps I could change in you office? If you don’t mind watching me take off my clothes, that is sir. Then perhaps you could help me smooth the really tight parts down?
“Very well Ashley – a gold star for each spanking.” PantyLover smiled. “And now, it is time to go home. So remember Ashley – tomorrow you must be properly dressed for the office.”
Yes sir. Thank you sir. Good night sir.
Good night Ashley.
And Ashley went out the door.
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