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Workout with new Amazon Co-worker

... smile at Amanda. “Well what do you do to rehydrate? I might even buy you a chaser in honor of the fact that you were always running behind me today!” she said as she put a foot up on the bumper of my vehicle and bent to stretch. I dropped the bags in the back, turned and saw her sweet, strong ass, bottoms up pointing at me and I decided what the hell. I slapped a good solid open hand across those firm solid cheeks! “One,” she quietly said, barely having to adjust her balance. I stood there just staring. I had been prepared for a yip, a yell, a quick flare of temper. I was not at all ready for her to submit like that! She straightened up turned and looked at me with a smile and said, “I must have been either very good or quite a disappointment to only get one swat.” Then she turned around, bent over at the waist, ostensibly to stretch her hamstrings… or was it to present me with her ass? She grabbed her ankles and pulled herself down double. Swat. “Two.” Swat. “Three” Swat “Four.” Swat “Five” I then ran my hand over the firm ass that I had just warmed up. Amanda straightened up, looked at me and said, “I think I need to get a shower and rehydrate. My apartment is just a mile away. Care to join me?” “I think I can work you into my schedule.” I replied. She turned and started to walk across to her jeep, stopped and said, “I just remembered, I drank the last of my alcohol last night. Would you mind picking some up?” I told her I would and she told me where her apartment was ...

... and that she would wait until I got there to take her shower so I would not be locked out. That was all I could think about as I pulled into the shopping plaza with the state liquor store and picked up a cube of beer and a couple of bottles of whiskey and rum. Following her directions I pushed a buzzer and the exterior door buzzed and I went in and down into the basement set of apartments. Hers was on the left and I knocked on the door and heard her call out, “Come in.” I stepped through the doorway and damn near dropped the booze. Amanda was kneeling in the opening to the hallway with not a stitch of clothing, just a dog collar around her neck attached to a chrome chain leash. She held the leather leash end in one hand and a paddle in the other and had her face directed toward the floor! Shutting the door, I threw the latch and turned and once again surveyed the incredible young woman. She was not even a glimmer in her parent’s eyes when I was her age! And yet, there she was, submitting herself to my use. It was a game I was familiar with, even though I was somewhat surprised that she was. I said nothing to her as I walked past her and into the kitchen and put the beer in the fridge and the other bottles on the counter. Returning to where Amanda still was, in the same position, I stepped around her and walked down the hall. On the left side of the hall was the bath and a small bedroom that had a weight bench, an exercise ball, jump rope and various other things as well as a ...