Asking for a Spanking – A Fragment

“Take off your skirt and jacket.” Mason issued the command calmly, and knew that the woman would obey. After all, it was she who had come to him to his office and admitted theft at his store. She wanted to be punished – wanted to cleanse guilt from her mind and conscious.

Slowly, she nodded, then removed her jacket. Folding it neatly, she placed the garment on a nearby chair. Next, she unzipped her skirt, removed it and placed it on top of her jacket. They were smart clothes – expensive, and Mason knew this woman to be as wealthy as she was beautiful. He licked his lips, and then forward in his chair.

“Your hose,” he said simply, tilting his chin upward.

Shaking back her hair, the woman slid her thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose. As she bent forward to remove the silky hose, Mason was treated to a view of her cleavage, as her breasts were still hidden by her white shirt. Mason decided to allow her the dignity of the shirt, excited by the prospect of spanking a half-naked woman.

She dropped her hose on top of her skirt and jacket, then stood erect, flushed with embarrassment.

“Come here,” Mason said. “I want to see you.” Mason pushed his chair back from his desk; the floorboards squealed in protest.

She stepped around the desk, and Mason had a good view of her hour-glass figure, nude from the waist down.

“Over my lap,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Get comfortable.”

Head down, she shuffled forward, bare feet whispering on the hardwood floor. She seemed nervous, yet draped herself gracefully over Mason’s lap. Standing on tip-toe, she breathed heavily as his strong hands pulled her tight to his waist. She adjusted her position so that her fingertips and toes were both in contact with the wooden floor. Her eyes were closed when Mason raised her blouse high on her back. One hand caressed her panty-covered bottom, while the other held her tight to his hard body. She shivered when he tucked his fingers under the waistband of her undergarments.

“Ohhh,” she moaned when he tugged at her panties. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and the material was trapped at her crotch. She took a breath and spread her legs slightly.

Mason smiled as bared her bottom, pulling the woman’s panties to her ankles.

The first slap struck with no warning.


His firm hand slapped her left cheek and she jumped, despite her promise to herself that she would lay quietly and take her punishment. The spanking stung, but not too badly.


When his hand struck her right cheek, a nearly electric spark of arousal shot up her spine, and she instinctively shoved her pelvis hard against his lap. She gasped at the sudden desire for more, and gripped his legs tightly.

2 responses to “Asking for a Spanking – A Fragment

  1. Another great read. You have a real talent for building suspense in a scene.

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