Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... Aspen asked, and swirled the whiskey in her glass.

Crispin nodded. "Yeah."

"That's fantastic, Crispin, congratulations," she said. "I'm proud of you. Lady Cailleach said it was a pretty sure thing?"

She had to know, Crispin would think, looking back. She had to know. Crispin had thought her as a safe person to ask, but she had to know the whole time he was going to end up the punchline to this particular joke.

And maybe that was the cruelest part of her betrayal. She just wanted to hear him say it. Just to rub it in.

"Yeah, she said it was a pretty sure thing," Crispin said, and again he wiped his sweaty hands on his slacks. "I just have to...I have to do something or...or ask for something."

Aspen cocked her head, raised her eyebrows. "Ask for something?"

"Yeah," Crispin said, and studied the amber depths of the whiskey in his glass. "I...um...you might have heard about it, I guess. Did Lady Cailleach email you?"

Aspen furrowed her brow, shook her head.

"No," she said. "I don't think so."

Crispin breathed deep, held it, let out a sigh.

He could have just handed her the promotion slip at that point. It mentioned the spanking, and some of its requirements. But Lady Cailleach had made it clear that wouldn't be enough.

He had to really ask. He just thought Aspen would have known.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard again.

"OK Aspen," he said, face growing hot as he realized this was really happening. "I...in order to get promoted, I ...

... need to...ask...a manager to...to spank me."

Aspen leaned forward and the corners of her mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smile.

"Sorry, what?" She asked.

She had to have heard the first time, he thought. Had to have heard.

"Lady Cailleach said I have to ask one of the managers for a spanking," Crispin repeated, and now he couldn't look at her perfect face anymore, not those high cheekbones or full lips or those piercing, cutting green eyes. "And I...I was just wondering if...you could."

He'd always had a thing for Aspen. They'd always been partners in crime together.

And now here he was, begging her to humiliate him so he could reach the same level as her.

Aspen covered her mouth with one hand, to hide the grin Crispin could tell was already there. Her red nails shimmered in the dying afternoon light.

"If I could spank you?" She asked, and took her hand from her mouth, but the ghost of the smile was still there. "Fuck, Crispin, I didn't think Lady Cailleach was going to do that to you. She mentioned you were up for promotion and shit, but I didn't think she'd pull out the whole company policy and everything. That's mean."

"Yeah, well," Crispin said, and shrugged, his eyes on his shoes. "She did."

He could not look at Aspen's hands just now. The gleaming red nails. The wedding ring reminding him this was going to be a funny story she'd tell her man later tonight.

She cleared her throat.

"I mean, you know my style as a manager is that I ...