Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

Hey all - As always, all this is FANTASY. In real life don't put up with toxic workplace stuff and don't drink and spank.

Maybe it's just me, but I haven't seen as much women-spanking-men content around as I would have thought. Since it's one of my main kinks, this story aims to fix that a bit. If that's your thing, knock yourself out. I mentioned it was fantasy but of course...I hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.

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Men had been promoted to management positions at Marzanna. It wasn't unheard of. It was just rare. Still, when Crispin left Lady Cailleach's office following the interview, his promotion slip in hand, and stepped back onto the office floor of the massive law firm, he knew he wouldn't have to be here for much longer.

Marzanna's managers all had offices, enormous affairs with soaring windows and glistening views of Galina City's skyscrapers. No one on the office floor got those views or those privileges, stuck as they were in their miniscule cubicles. No one on the office floor was a woman either: all the women who worked for Marzanna were managers. And, at the moment, there were no men who were managers either. Lady Cailleach preferred it that way, which was why Crispin knew his promotion would be a big deal.

Now, only one hurdle stood between him and that office, that paycheck, that position of power. Something designed to keep him in his place, Lady Cailleach said. It wasn't personal, just company policy for men who wanted to become ...

... managers.

He had to ask one of the managers for a spanking. Not a light one either -- it needed to be a painful, humiliating affair, Lady Cailleach said. All the better if it was public. It needed to be demeaning, the kind of thing that would remind him that even though she was promoting him -- even though he had proven he had that rarest of combined legal brilliance and work ethic -- he would never really be on the same level as the women of Marzanna. And Lady Cailleach was going to decide if the experience had been degrading enough for him to earn a manager's office.

Part of him thought maybe she'd expected him to balk at this requirement, to just go back to the office floor and keep cranking out standard motions for the managers to use when they appeared in court. It wasn't unheard of for a manager to spank or whip one of the men from the office floor, but it wasn't really an officially sanctioned practice either. And it had never happened to Crispin.

He wiped one sweat-slick palm on his slacks and breathed deep, blood rushing to his face at the simple thought of asking one of his current bosses to spank him for a promotion.

Still, Lady Cailleach didn't know he had something of an escape hatch up his sleeve: Aspen Beira.

Aspen had gotten him the job in the first place. They'd been friends in law school, two of the top students trading places every now and then for slots in the top 10% of the class. Back then, Crispin thought, he probably spent more time with Aspen ...