Another Batch of Warm Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan KohlerЧитать онлайн книгу.
messy room, with her included in the pictures.
“What’s that for?” she asked, jumping up from her desk.
“Evidence. You work in a law office, you must have heard of it. Just covering my behind, ma’am,” he shot back. “What do you think I am? Stupid?”
“Give me that!” she ordered.
“Yeah, that’ll work. Not! I’ll let you have it in James’ office tomorrow,” Jesse told her, “and the three of us can discuss this. By the way, clean this office. I did it once, I’m not going to redo it because of you.” He left the office the way it was.
Unbeknownst to the haughty beauty, Jesse had a secret. It was also a secret from most of the law firm’s staff. Jesse was no ordinary janitor. He was the sole owner of the huge company that maintained a lion’s share of the offices in the greater Los Angeles area. He cleaned this particular building himself for three reasons: First, to keep up with and train various crew members; new hires always worked with him at that building for the first ninety days. Second, it was his first building, the first building his firm had a contract to clean, which made it the start of his dream. And last, his very personal friendship with James, one of the senior partners at the firm.
If they knew about it, other members of the firm might wonder at the close friendship between the tall, handsome Yankee blue-blood lawyer and the shorter, stocky, round-faced Mexican-American janitor. The two men had little in common. The only outward similarity were the men’s’ smiles. They both had smiles filled with the secret to the joy of life. Less visible, they also shared a certain devilish outlook on life. Outsiders would not see these things so they might speculate as to why two such different men spent a few minutes everyday locked in James’ office with a drink, whether it be coffee, cola, or even a cocktail, depending on their mood. Few understood the friendship, a friendship formed at a party held by The Paddle Club, a local and very discrete club for spanking enthusiasts, especially those who favor over the knee spankings.
The Paddle Club was an eclectic mix of all social strata and differing types of people. They had monthly parties in a beautiful old building just outside town. A discrete brass sign by the door read: PC Members Only. The club was a great place for fun and games, especially spanking games, but it was also a good place for socializing and many real friendships had been formed at the parties.
The club, even with its foundation in spanking, was actually very respectable. Drinking was limited, over-intoxication was discouraged and drugs banned completely. Spankings were often done out in the open, publicly, but always voluntarily on both sides. Code words were used to prevent things from going too far. The only time spankings appeared not to be voluntary and code words were rarely used was at a member’s initiation, and then a club member acted as host and monitored things so nothing went too far. Nudity, to any degree, even just bare bottoms, was only by consent. Other than the spankings, all sex was private and normally only between married couples or life partners. Of course, no one under 21 was allowed.
Jesse and James’ friendship had started at the club, at the very bottom. Literally at the bottom. The bottom of a young, blond woman that is. The two had met when Jesse was initiated but they had never really talked until they were both spanking the blond. Jesse was spanking her left cheek and James was spanking her right. At one point they looked up and as their eyes met, they exchanged quick grins and began an unspoken race to see who could paddle the now dark pink, curvy bottom the fastest and hardest. The race went undecided when the girl yelped and said, “Stop!”
The blond jumped up rubbing her very red bottom, but she had a grin on her face and amusement in her eyes as she said, “You two are dangerous!” Laughing, she submitted to inspection to determine the contest winner. There was a drink riding on the outcome.
Jesse was determined to have lost. He bought drinks for James and himself and also for the blond victim. That was it. The contest was over but the friendship had just begun, and has grown ever since. Jesse had been over to James’ for dinner many times and vice versa. James had since married, and Jesse had also become a friend with James’ wife, Suzanne. Suzanne was a regal beauty who looked like a queen and had a bawdy sense of humor, and a real love of being spanked. She enjoyed light teasing spankings or even moderately heavy spankings. Sometimes she even enjoyed really hard spankings. She was open to all toys: Paddles, canes or a belt, but she preferred a hand, well applied to her firm, rounded, spectacular bottom.
At the club, Jesse had spanked and paddled Suzanne many times, and even on occasion been spanked by her. She could top with the best of them. All with James’ approval. And now, three years later they sat in James’ plush office, relaxing and talking over cups of coffee. Jesse showed James the pictures and told him about his concerns, especially his concerns about client confidentially. Then he got onto the subject of the mess.
“I tell you James,” Jesse was saying, “that girl is something else. She’s gorgeous with all the right curves, especially her tight little bottom; she’s also bright, but as snotty as hell. She acts like it’s a privilege for me to clean up after her, and she always, always, leaves a mess. Look at those pictures. She even threatened to have me fired if I didn’t like cleaning up after her.”
“You’ll have to be more specific. We have several beautiful, snotty law clerks,” James remarked with a grin. “I seem to have an affinity for hiring them. I can’t think why.”
“That’s easy,” Jesse smiled. “You just sit there in the interview and picture how much you’d like to take them over your knees and teach them a lesson or two. Bingo! They’re hired. Have you ever spanked anyone in the office?”
“You’re right of course, that’s probably it. But no, I’ve never spanked any of them. The only woman who’s been spanked in this office was Suze,” James smiled as he recalled the event. “So describe this snotty brat a little better,” he prompted.
“She’s really gorgeous, about twenty-five, with shoulder length wavy blond hair, flashing blue eyes, great figure and a curvy bottom,” Jesse smiled in remembrance.
“Janine.” James sipped his coffee then leaned his head back thinking. “Yes, I can certainly understand her appeal, and I can also see where she could be taken down a peg or two. She can be a bitch. What’s the big deal? You know better than most exactly what to do with a brat. Catch her working late one night and take her over your knees! Spank her until she sees the error of her ways.”
“Some lawyer you are.” Jesse was surprised because their spanking games were limited to willing participants. He expostulated, “That kind of advice could get me put in jail for assault!”
“With what evidence? What witnesses?” James asked quietly. “On her word alone? You know enough not to leave any marks.” “And who would she show them to anyway?” Jesse mused aloud, “Somehow I can’t see Janine calling the police over and lifting her skirt to show them her red bottom. She’d be far too embarrassed.”
“So there’s nothing to prove it but her word against yours,” James said softly.” And I’d vouch for you.”
“And there’s also your extensive videotape cameras,” Jesse responded to him, warming up the idea. “The ones you have for surveillance and to videotape evidence things in this office.”
“The camera in this office, right here, focuses on the right arm of the chair you’re sitting in, by the way. It’s in a perfect position to catch the action if someone were getting a spanking over your lap.” James commented, “But of course, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“So there will be no copies of the tape?” Jesse asked softly.
“Only the one copy, which Janine will not know about, the one which will find its way into my VCR at home where I will watch it with great enjoyment along with my wife,” James smiled widely, “as she lays face down across my knees.”
“Spousal abuse,” Jesse teased, shaking his head. “Spanking your sweet wife.”
“Only if I didn’t put her over my knees once in a while. You know Suzanne.”