The Challenge

Christmas Week is here along with the first day of winter.  I actually like the first day of winter because it means the days start getting longer instead of shorter.  Okay, laugh but a minute a day adds up.  Wishing you a wonderful week.

The Challenge - continued (Click here to read from the beginning)

She gave him her biggest smile and replied that she wasn’t sure what was on the menu.

He smiled.  “I’ll bring the wine.”

Wendy had no idea what to fix for dinner and she didn’t even have a plan.  She’d stop at the market on the way home and go from there.  Pretty sure a trip over his knee was in the cards, she wanted to keep her as the center of attention, not the darn meal. 

Difficult to contain her expectations for the evening, her excitement level kept her from concentrating on the tasks at hand.  She decided to leave early and poked her head in Brian’s door on the way out.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Leaving early I see.  I’ll make a note of that to add to my list.”

“What list is that?”

“Why, the naughty list, of course.”

“You have to be kidding!!! You keep a naughty list.  Does everyone have a naughty list?”

“I am not kidding, I do have a naughty list and so far you are the only one who’s on it.  But then, you’re the only one whose beautiful ass I want to redden.”

“I believe those words constitute harrassment.” She tried to keep the smirk off her face and the smile out of her tone.

He tried doing the same when he said, “Another item to add to the list.”

Once again, she left his office slamming the door behind her. This time there was no righteous anger, only high drama.   There was a definite snicker sound coming from behind as the door slammed shut.

Wendy decided on roast chicken, vegetables and salad for dinner.  It was quick and easy - she bought an already roasted chicken, salad in a bag and some cut up veggies to steam. When she got home, she tidied the apartment,  hopped into the shower, freshened her makeup and changed into more comfortable clothing, making sure to choose her sexiest underwear.

When Brian arrived, Wendy was so nervous she almost dropped the bottle of wine he handed her.  “You seem to be as twitchy as my palm, Ms. Thurston.”  She blushed the prettiest shade of pink and Brian couldn’t wait to bring a blush to her other cheeks as well

“So do you want to get the spanking out of the way first?”

“No, why don’t we have a glass of wine and dinner first.”

“Good choice, that way you’ll be able to sit comfortably through dinner.”  He smiled that smug little smile that made her want to smack him just to wipe the grin off his face. It would not do and at this rate, she would have to change her sexy underwear before dinner.  He managed  to ramp up her ire and hormones by the sound of his perfectly modulated voice and his always well chosen words.

They managed to get through dinner without any of those sharp little barbs that always seemed to pepper their conversations.  Brian pushed back from the table and sauntered into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

“Aren’t you going to offer to help me clear the table and do the dishes?”

“Sorry, I just assumed that as women’s work, you wouldn’t want any help.”

That did it, she grabbed the dish towel and began whipping him about the shoulders and torso and any other part she could reach below his belt.  He began to laugh and the louder he laughed the harder she swung that towel. When he had enough, he merely grabbed hold of the towel, bringing her with it and placed her across his knee.

“Now it’s my turn, Ms. Thurston,”  he told her as he raised her skirt and noticed the dewy drops of moisture already glistening between her thighs.  The aroma of her nectar and the sight of those beautiful globes just waiting to be ‘pinked’ gave him an erection that was rock solid in seconds.  He told himself to calm down unless he wanted to embarrass himself by creaming his pants before things even got started. He hadn’t had a reaction like that since high school.  He inhaled a large breath as he brought his hand down to carress the ass he would soon punish.  He wasn’t sure what he wanted more – to spank that bottom until it glowed red, or push his distended cock into those beckoning folds.

He chose the former and the first smack landed firmly on the fleshiest part of Ms. Thurston’s great ass.  He admired his handiwork for a second as the first flush of pink rose and then rained down another smack in the same place.  He enjoyed watching her fleshy globes flatten out as his hand landed and then spring back up once the smack found its mark.  He continued in this fashion until she began to wiggle around.

“Are you beginning to regret your behavior right about now, Ms. Thurston?”

“I can take whatever you dish out Mr. Sanderson.”

“We’ll see about that?”

This time there was no hesitation on his part.  She could push his buttons faster than any female he had even encountered.  He began to spank her in earnest.  Right cheek, left cheek, high, low, middle and started all over again.

Wendy was beginning to regret her challenge to Brian but she wouldn’t allow herself to let him know.  Her ass was on fire and she didn’t know how much more she could take. She began to chew on the inside of her mouth until she tasted blood.  It was then she realized the torrent of spanks were no longer coming down as quickly. 

“Now Ms. Thurston, I want you to get up and go stand in that corner while I admire my handiwork and you think about why you’re in this position.”

“I most certainly will not.”

“Do you want more spanking then?  Because if you do, I will be glad to accommodate you and then you’ll go stand in the corner.  Your choice?”

Wendy didn’t move.  “Right,” he said and once again he began to blister her already swollen bottom.  His hand was tired and hurt probably as much, if not more, than her bottom, when he finally felt her go limp over his knee.  Three more spanks and he stopped.

“Now, go stand in the corner.”  This time, she moved to get up and started to rub her smarting backside as she headed to the corner.  He removed her hands.  “There will be none of that.  Put those hands at your side and your nose to the corner.  I want to enjoy this.  It will be what I think about the next time you pull one of those tantrums at work.”

Not wanting  to risk raising his ire anymore, her ass already hurt too damn much, she followed his command. ‘Lord that spanking hurt, I wouldn’t be surprised to see steaming coming off my flaming cheeks’, she thought to herself.  Little did she know,  Brian felt the same about his stinging hand as he watched her ass cheeks wobble as she walked to the corner.

He let her stand there and ponder her punishment for ten minutes.  In the meantime, he sat on the couch and pretended to read the magazine that was on the coffee table  He flipped the pages but not one thing registered, he was much too busy watching the antics going on in the corner.  He didn’t dare show his amusement for fear of his life.

When he went over to her,  tapped her shoulder and turned her around, he was surprised to see her eyes brimming with tears.  He hugged her to him,  her arms went around his neck and collapsed against his shoulder, wetting his shirt.

They stood in that embrace for a few minutes before she said.  “Can I have dessert now?”

“Yes, of course.  What is dessert?”

“You.”  She told him and felt his body shake with laughter.

“Oh, I thought it might be Wendy flambé.”

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.