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How Bill Helped Sandra Improve Her Work Part II
By Eleanor Powell | May 7, 2009
How Bill Helped Sandra Improve Her Work
PART TWO
The story so far:
Sandra keeps making the same silly mistake on her Work Sheet every week. Bill her area manager has threatened to take action the next Friday if she still hasn’t improved.
What will that action be?
Read on ……
But, the following Friday, she took even more care than usual of her appearance. She looked at her reflection in the mirror in the female staff restroom. Yes, she thought, she looked every bit the efficient business woman, her new blouse, a dazzling white, in contrast to her black suit. The hem of her skirt was just on her knees. She always wore stockings, so she checked to make sure her seams were straight. And she could balance well after years of practice – wearing high heels that made her short legs look longer and more slender.
She knew she looked younger than her fifty five years. And as she always fancied men who were at least twenty years her junior, Bill fitted nicely into that category. And oh boy, did she fancy him.
Bill came into the office.
‘Now Sandra, let’s not waste any more time, has there has been any improvement with your Work Sheet.’
She handed it to him, watching for his reaction. Sure enough, there was a sharp intake of his breath.
She held her breath. What would he do – what would he say?
To her joy, she soon found out.
He turned the key in the office door and put it into his pocket. ‘We don’t want to be disturbed do we? He asked.
Taking off his jacket, he placed it neatly on the desk, then, rolled up his shirt sleeves.
‘W-what are you going to do?’
‘I think your suggestion of a spanking was a good one, so that is exactly what you’re going to get.’
Yes, yes, yes, she thought, hoping he wouldn’t notice her excitement.
Placing a straight backed chair in the middle of the office, he sat down on it.
‘Right, Sandra, maybe a warm bottom will help you get your Work Sheet right in future.’
Reaching out for her, he grabbed hold of her left wrist and pulled her down over his knee, he jiggled her about, until her bottom was well up and rounded.
She found herself having to balance over his knee, because she was only 4 foot 10 inches, her legs were dangling, and this gave her a feeling of vulnerability and helplessness.
‘You have a very spankable bottom Sandra,’ he said, letting his hand wander hither and thither all over it, causing her to wriggle about in abandonment.
Then taking a firm hold of her, with his left hand in the small of her back, he raised his right hand to shoulder level and brought it down on her right bottom cheek.
‘Ouch!’ she squealed, ‘That hurt.’
‘Good,’ he grunted. ‘It was meant to.’
Raising his arm again, he brought his hand down on her left cheek. He carried on spanking first one cheek then the other. It wasn’t long before she was squirming about over his knee, she could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy was throbbing.
When he stopped spanking her, she felt disappointed for a moment, but then he was tugging her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, her reddening bottom, could be clearly seen through her flimsy black nylon briefs.
His large punishing hand continued spanking her bouncing bottom on top of her knickers.
By now, her bottom was obscenely gyrating over his knee.
‘Oh dear, hope he doesn’t discover how wet I’m getting,’ she thought.
‘Right, young lady, it’s high time these came down,’ he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her knickers. She put her hand behind her, to try and prevent the unveiling of her very hot red bottom.
‘Oh no you don’t, a spanking is meant to be on the bare,’ he said, pushing her hand away, he continued pulling her knickers slowly down, away from her wriggling bottom. He left them dangling, inside out around her knees.
He slapped the top of her left thigh, where it hurt most. ‘Keep your legs down young lady.’ he ordered.
The spanking went on for a few more minutes.
Her squeals every time his hard hand made contact with her very sore bottom had turned to soft moans.
He stopped spanking her. ‘Ok Sandra, stand up, it’s all over. He helped her to her feet.
She stood there, in front of him, all thoughts of modesty forgotten. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist and her knickers were hanging inside out round her knees. This gave him a full view of the black thatch of hair covering her pussy. She was hopping from one foot to the other, rubbing her sore bottom vigorously.
Looking sternly at her, he said, ‘I hope to see a difference in your work next week,’ he said. ‘And, if not, we will just have to repeat this spanking, and we don’t want that, do we?’
Pulling down his shirt sleeves, he put on his jacket, while, she pulled up her knickers and smoothed down her skirt.
She watched him walk out of the office.
In the female staff rest room, she pulled up her skirt and lowered her knickers. She strained to look over her shoulder at the reflection of her bottom in the full length mirror.
She could see her bottom was a deep rosy red, as he had covered every square inch of it with his spanks.
‘That was lovely,’ she sighed, slipping her middle finger into her hot wet throbbing pussy. Rubbing her swollen clit quickly, she soon brought herself to a noisy, but satisfactory orgasm.
‘Oh yes Bill, I’ll definitely make sure my work is just as you want it next week,’ she said aloud.
To be continued ……
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