Entering the kitchen Lizzy concludes her sales presentation with a flourish.
“All white goods pre-fitted for your convenience and a very reasonable service charge into the bargain.”
Were she being honest (fat chance, being firmly fixed on closing the deal) the young woman might mention the developer is free to hike it whenever they like. So much for show homes, all that glitters…
Lizzy bends exaggeratedly, ostensibly to close a cupboard door, in fact the better to her accentuate her admittedly delightful derriere, thrust to prominence by sky-high heels.
“Soon all this could yours,” she gestures theatrically, pauses for a nano-second to heighten the ambiguity then leans in to expose more than a hint of cleavage before hopping onto a worktop. Crosses her shapely legs to reveal an outrageous expanse of sheer nylon-clad thigh and coquettishly dangles a shoe from one dainty foot.
Bravo, quite the operator, thinks the handsome chap viewing this distinctly average and rather pokey new build. Only too aware she’s used every trick in the sales manual he’s not deceived by Lizzy’s polished patter. There’ve been complaints, you see. From buyers who’d read the small print only after signing on the bottom line, and colleagues jealous at her undoubted stellar success in converting prospects to purchasers.
Since her sales technique seems to teeter uneasily between distraction and seduction Josh has come here determined to give Lizzy the sack. However, she’s clearly a bright spark and more than easy on the eye, perhaps there might be an alternative?
“Excuse me,” Josh announces, instantly commanding the room, “cards on table time. I’m not a customer, rather Mr Dryden, this firm’s MD.” The young estate agent appears momentarily puzzled before swiftly regaining her composure.
“Nice try,” says Lizzy, “almost had me there, but I was interviewed by Mr Dryden, lovely man, silver hair, definitely not you.”
“Absolutely correct, not me” concedes Josh, privately reflecting that the old man was always a sucker for a well-turned ankle. “Ms Tomkins. If you read the staff newsletter you’d know my father recently retired to Florida, leaving me very much in charge.”
“Oh, I…” For the first time the minx is speechless.
“You’d be best advised to listen for a moment,” he gestures towards a chair, “To be blunt, both customers and colleagues have raised concerns about your sales methods.”
“Jealous because I always exceed my targets,” Lizzy retorts immediately.
“Ms Tomkins I won’t tell you again,” the room temperature seems to drop, “sit and pay attention. True, your sales figures are excellent: what’s problematic is that you achieve them by misrepresenting facts. Dissatisfied customers make for negative word of mouth, damaging the firm’s reputation.”
“Easy to have high principles when can afford them”, Lizzy responds hotly. “I need this job, the pay’s virtually all commission so I have to be determined if I’m to finance my higher education.”
Josh raises his eyebrows. “A touching hard luck tale, except a part time photography course at community college is hardly studying for a medical degree.”
“OK, so I like a good time too, I didn’t have the good fortune to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth.” Lizzy is unrepentant. “Check if you like.”
“I already have. Modest upbringing, good school grades then straight into work, where over seven years you’ve continually moved employers.”
“Never fired,” Lizzy remains defiant.
“Yet…”
Josh let’s the comment hang in the air.
Ever quick on the uptake Lizzy spots an opportunity for redemption.
“So you’ve something else in mind…”
“Very perceptive, I may indeed be able to offer an alternative.”
“Such as?”
“I punish you here and now.”
“How?”
“With a spanking”
“And why, this side of insanity, would I agree to such an indignity?”
“Because you know you deserve it.”
“You’d risk exposure of your foibles?”
“I prefer interests”, a note of exasperation is evident in Josh’s tone. “Besides, what risks? There’s no CCTV and consequently no witnesses. Plus our mobile phones will be switched off and within sight.”
“So you enjoy dominating women?”
“Dominating? No, it’s much more complex than that. I do enjoy spanking beautiful women.”
“Oh, I’m beautiful now am I?” Lizzy can’t resist a feeling of pride. Flattery may be old-fashioned but it does boost a girl’s self-esteem. She stands, but crucially doesn’t walk out.
Seizing the moment Josh makes an impromptu choice of punishment implement by selecting a large wooden spoon – part of the show house’s kitchen paraphernalia. Sitting on a kitchen chair he pulls Lizzy face down across his lap, already correctly assuming her obedience a fait accompli. Despite this never having happened to her before there’s a strange familiarity to proceedings.
“Hey,” Lizzy objects, wriggling and protesting as her skirt is raised.
“Lift your hips,” Josh growls, voice so effortlessly authoritative she instinctively complies.
“Whoa…” Further protests are ignored as Lizzy’s sheer tights and lacy knickers are peremptorily tugged down to bare her bottom.
Crack! The spoon makes a satisfying loud impact as Josh alternately smacks each buttock, the sound making the unfortunate Lizzy jump almost as much as the accompanying sting. Josh spanks at a steady pace, repeatedly striking the centre of each cheek.
Lizzy’s buttocks quickly turn blush red and the smart soon becomes unbearable. She feels the hardness of his burgeoning erection against her thigh and dampness between her legs. Her mind races, struggling to accommodate a confusing mix of sensations: discomfort, arousal and embarrassment.
Gradually her jumbled thoughts coalesce into two strands. How can she assuage this unexpected desire now suffusing her pussy? Lizzy craves sexual release, his fingers, her fingers, or better yet that insistent erection, anything to get her rocks off. Might she subsequently turn the situation to her long-term advantage?
“Yeow!” Jerked back to reality by a flurry of slaps to the backs of her thighs Lizzy is then easily hoisted to her feet. Upright and blinking back hot tears of hurt and humiliation Lizzy is ushered, wobbling and hobbled by the tights and knickers around her knees, to face an adjacent wall.
“Five minutes corner time, hands-on head and no rubbing unless of course you like to repeat the entire performance?”
No she would not! Lizzy risks a glance over her shoulder and shudders at the sight of her blazing bottom.
“No peeking,” Josh chides, enjoying the sight of her fidgeting from foot to foot. After what seems an eternity of waiting Lizzy is summoned.
“Come here,” commands her boss
To her surprise Lizzy feels genuinely penitent, eyes downcast she walks over to Josh and rests her head on his chest in supplication. He holds her close – it feels like an absolution, so much pent up emotion.
“I can see that punishment provoked a strong sexual reaction. If you’d like to discover how spanking can be a catalyst to pleasure perhaps you’d like to meet up tomorrow?” Ruefully massaging her ravaged rump Lizzy silently considers the offer.
‘Don’t answer right away. Here’s my card; text me if you want to come.” The emphasis on the last word can only be deliberate.
Mustering as much dignity as possible Lizzy wincingly pulls up her undergarments, oh but her bottom hurts dreadfully. Tossing the keys to Josh Lizzy silently, head held high.
Despite the discomfort she’s massively turned on. After a stiff G&T back at her flat Lizzy adjourns to the bedroom to mentally recall every second of her ordeal and vibrate herself to a much-needed sexual release. Is this – the first time she’s allowed a man to so totally control her – what choice truly means? Most confusing.
What if she throws caution to the wind and meets him tomorrow? What if Josh goes further, takes his belt to her bottom? And afterwards (this is the best bit of her fantasy) finishes her off with the fucking Lizzy so craves, punishment somehow replacing foreplay in getting her juices flowing. Christ she’s getting hot and wet right now, Lizzy turns the rabbit up a notch, willing it towards a conclusion. Thumb furiously frigging her clit she recalls Josh’s assertive masculinity and orgasms, twice.
Despite considerable prior deliberation and fevered imaginings Lizzy’s assignation with Josh in a quiet corner of an upmarket bar is a foregone conclusion.
Her attire is very different to what she wears at work, war paint all but non-existent, hair loose, simple dress. Although understandably animated and nervous – in contrast to Josh’s characteristic self-possession – she brightly discusses social niceties until he focuses their conversation.
“What happened after you left yesterday?”
“I drove uncomfortably home and checked out my very hot and red bottom in the mirror,” Lizzy pauses to shoot Josh an accusatory look. “Replayed the spanking in my head and rubbed cold cream into the soreness, then my fingers strayed, and with a little help from my favourite toy, I came – rather noisily in fact. I never suspected getting my bum smacked would turn me on quite so much. What about you?”
“To be equally honest,” replies Josh, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and masturbated too – probably at the same time – each isolated in our own flat, what a waste. Like I said, Lizzy, spanking doesn’t always have to be punitive. I owe you an apology for inadvertently going too far yesterday. On the plus side I think you’ve discovered a whole new aspect of your sexual self. Let’s go back to my place – or yours if it feels safer – and I’ll demonstrate how submission can also be intensely erotic.”
Lizzy considers Josh thoughtfully, simultaneously curious and cautious; clenching her thighs to contain the tingling between her legs. Josh bides his time while she ponders, this must be a voluntary decision.
“Alright,” she says at length, “Your place.”
Their taxi ride is largely silent, conversation made redundant by a palpable frisson between the two. Far from the clichéd bachelor pad she’d feared Josh’s shows demonstrably good taste in art and furnishings. Declining his offer of a drink – Lizzy is determined to keep a clear head – she meekly allows Josh to lead her by the hand to the bedroom. Any man who bothers to make the bed with fresh Percale linen when entertaining a lady is a possible keeper in Lizzy’s opinion, but what gives with the pile of pillows in the centre?
“Lift your skirt and lie face down,’ he explains in response to her quizzical look, “they’ll push your delectable derriere nicely into prominence.”
Slowly and seductively lifting the hem as requested Lizzy reveals herself to be naked from the waist down to her painted toes
“No panties,” observes Josh mildly, as if this were a commonplace occurrence, “any particular reason?”
“They chafed my sore sit-upon.”
“You’re far too forward young lady, I don’t recall granting permission for such flagrant exhibitionism.”
“No doubt the perfect excuse to punish me.”
“I don’t need an excuse. However such naughtiness merits rather more than a spanking; over the pillows with you.”
Heart thumping Lizzy kicks of her sandals and gracefully assumes the position; cool air wafting across her pert bottom cheeks, perversely excited at being so exposed and vulnerable.
“Excellent,” says Josh approvingly, her buttocks are indeed offered up most beguilingly.
Turning her head is visibly shocked to discover Josh holding a riding crop. Gauging her apprehensive expression he’s quick to reassure the nervous novitiate.
“Don’t worry, I only intend to use the very tip”. He flicks the twin leather flaps through the air causing Lizzy to tense in anticipation.
“Please be careful,” she pleads, “it’s still sore.”
“Of course,” answers Josh, yesterday’s marks only too evident, a mute reproach to his over enthusiasm. Expertly he commences with a series of adroitly aimed strokes, circling the periphery of her buttocks, avoiding the livid marks and allowing plenty of time between each impact for the initial sting to fade into pleasurable heat
With an effort Lizzy controls her excited breathing, thrilled by his dominance and wriggling her hips in response to the crop’s insistent attentions. Josh next strikes lower, the ‘sit spot’ where bottom and legs merge then onto the tender insides of her thighs. Lizzy’s arousal increases exponentially, pussy throbbing she yearns to be penetrated.
Tossing the crop aside Josh pushes her legs apart,
free hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her sopping slit, making Lizzy shudder with pleasure. Jettisoning his jeans and boxers Josh climbs behind her on the bed.
“Kneel up,” he says hoarsely and eager to be taken Lizzy complies. Holding her hips steady he eases his erection between lust-slicked labia.
Lizzy’s hot bottom presses back against his lower abdomen as Josh thrusts in and out with increasing vigour. Green eyes shining at the intensity of the fucking she moans ecstatically, loving how he fills her wildly contracting pussy, before suddenly gushing to a climax.
Knowing Josh has yet to climax when he leans back to allow Lizzy a moment to recover she takes the initiative.
“I’m going to need a lot more fucking, ” she announces, “and no way with a bum this sore am I’m going on my back so you’d better let me on top.” Right now Josh will do anything, even cede control, in order to finally come and in an instant Lizzy is riding cowgirl.
Skilfully exercising her vaginal muscles she treats his super-sensitised dick to a series of pulsating micro-thrusts, grinding her clit hard against the base of his rod. Undulating her hips, sliding back and forth along his entire length, Lizzy is adept at the sexual arts, knows just how to keep a man in thrall and on the brink of release; one of them may be in charge, the other is clearly in control.
She free her boobs, jiggling them in front of Josh, squeezing the nipples to propel herself towards a second orgasm inexorably building within.
“You’re going to have to work hard to subdue me,” she gasps. Josh at last tumbles over the edge and the sweet sensation of her man’s jizz jetting inside her does it for Lizzy too. With a shriek of delight she experiences a second coming.
A month later the irrepressible young madam is once again at work. Driving from the flat they now share to her first house showing of the day in a cute red Mazda MX5, courtesy of Josh. Back to full-on scarlet lippy, and a tight pencil skirt with a slit to reveal tantalising glimpse of stocking tops. A hapless house hunter, hurrying around the property in her wake already transfixed by them, as was Josh.
Fortunately, no one can’t see the cane stripes decorating her pert behind, testament to how their relationship has developed. In addition to large commission cheques Lizzy has never had so much satisfying sex. Her future looks very rosy, and all because the girl had the good sense to submit to a spanking…