Sara's Surprise Spanking

You could call me a "switch" if you wanted to. I'm more likely to top younger women and bottom to older women; but it really depends and I am very private and choosy in my real life.

That said, it's story time.

Sara's Surprise Spanking - F/f

The first time I had a really physical D/s encounter with another woman, I was definitely the submissive in the situation. Laura was older, beautiful, and somehow intimidating. She was not gay, but she knew that I was and was very friendly to me without the reserve that a lot of the other women I was working with at the time seemed to have. It was years ago, and she was the district manager of a retail company I was a manager for. We became friends through work, and after I had known her for about a year I started to hang out with her outside of work. She'd invite me over for dinner, and we'd have vodka cocktails and talk for hours while playing cards or chess.

One night I was at her place and confessed that I felt bad about how much I had dressed down one of my staff members. Really, she had deserved it, her drawer had been off several times and it looked bad. Still, when I talked to her about it, I had asked her pointed questions and made a few comments that made the girl cry. I tend to be sweet and personable, but I was livid and sort of let her have it. Laura laughed at me and told me that I should feel more guilty for feeling guilty- and that she pays me to catch errors like that and make sure they get corrected and not repeated. I laughed and told her she was right, and relaxed as she made us another drink.

I'm not sure whose idea it was. I made a comment I shouldn't have, but I was really just teasing. I think. But then, I teased her about something I had fantasied about- so was it teasing or requesting? I was tipsy. I know that when I pouted after loosing a game of poker that she looked at me and said "Nice ladies don't pout!" waving her finger and giggling. Without thinking I said "You're right, boy I'm just screwing up all over the place, the floggings should continue until morale improves!" She stopped giggling and fixed a gaze on me that I read suddenly in the way kids sense when they've irked an authority figure. "really?" she asked.

I laughed, fluffing it off, and said "Well, flogging might be a little much, a good spanking would probably do the trick!"

What surprised me was not having come off with something sassy like that, but that Laura tossed her hair over one shoulder, went into her bedroom, and came back with a heavy-looking wood backed hairbrush. I was sure she was just teasing me, and I was wrong.

Apparently the look on my face gave away that I had an idea what the hairbrush was for. She laughed softly, but there was something different, almost wicked about it. She told me very matter of factly something that surprised me about her.

“You know, when I was about your age, I had an older boyfriend that used to spank the hell out of me whenever I got that tone of voice with him- and I think it did me a world of good. “ she said, smiling like a hungry cat with a mouse in a corner. “ I think it would do you a world of good, too.”

I don't usually blush, but I felt my face flush hotly, and couldn't say anything until she prompted. She sat on the couch and motioned me to follow her into the living room. I picked up both of our glasses and handed hers to her. The hairbrush out of her hands for a moment, I felt relieved. That is, until I sat down and she asked me point bank weather or not I had ever gotten a spanking before.

I told her that I had as a kid, but not since I had been caught playing with matches in my Father's garage. I was about 10, and I think he reacted in the best possible way. I was certainly more careful about rules involving safety issues! I tried to answer in a vague, informal, relaxed way... as though I didn't feel like I was standing naked in her living room when she asked the question.

She tipped her drink back, set the glass down, and picked up the hairbrush. I felt for a moment as though the floor had dissolved beneath my feet. She couldn't be serious!

She was. She tapped it on her leg, and motioned me over, as if the question had been decided. I guess it had been decided, actually, by her. My eyes opened wide in some sort of shocked expression, and she simply said “Right now.” and I followed her order. It was almost like I was watching myself walk over to the couch and put myself across her lap, I felt compelled.

“Your skirt, miss. Don't even think an argument about modesty is going to help you right now.” she stated, yanking up my skirt and pulling my panties right down. I gasped, the cool air on my butt startling, as well as the idea that my boss was seeing me in this kind of disarray.

I didn't have much time to think about it.....

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