Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... don't like to spank," Aspen said. "I don't like to discipline the office floor grunts in general. I think I've only spanked once or twice. And I don't think I've ever whipped."

Crispin nodded. "Yeah. Everyone says you're the nicest manager we have."

Now he did look at her, and she smiled at this. "That's good to hear. Catch more flies with honey and all that. So why did you want me to be the one?"

"I just thought...I mean...since we're friends..." Crispin thought, and swallowed. "I thought it might be easier."

Aspen shrugged, seemed to consider this an interesting point. Crispin took another swallow of the whiskey.

"All right," Aspen said after a moment's silence. "If Lady Cailleach is really going to make you do this, and if I'm the person you want to do this, then I will."

"I mean, I don't want anyone to do it," Crispin said and forced a grin.

"No," Aspen said, and her eyes glittered in the fiery afternoon light. "I imagine you don't."

She sighed and set her glass down.

"But tell me about this spanking," she said. "Or would you prefer I use the whip?"

Crispin blinked. "Lady Cailleach said that was up to you to decide. Or...or whoever I asked, I mean."

"And you picked me because you thought I wouldn't use a whip," she said with a savage wink. "I see you Crispin."

He swallowed hard and wished he could claw the blush from his cheeks. "It just has to be humiliating, Lady Cailleach said. And painful. And recorded, so she can see it and make ...

... sure it was...enough."

"And beyond that?" Aspen asked.

"Up to you," Crispin said.

"That's just like Cailleach," Aspen said. "She gives her managers a lot of creative control. Let's..."

She paused, eyes narrowed in thought, her fingertips brushing her red lips as she considered something.

"Let's have you stand up," she said, "and put your elbows on my desk. I don't like to spank as a first resort, but the few times I've done it I usually just have the office floor grunt in question bend over and take care of it that way. I've never had any issues."

Crispin's mouth had gone dry. Looking back he could see this for what it was: she wanted to make him state in excruciating detail every embarrassing requirement, ask for every tiny humiliation along the way.

"That won't work," he said, and took a breath.

"Why not?"

"I have to...um..." he paused and again broke eye contact. "It has to be across your lap."

"Oh," Aspen said, and giggled. "I...I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you I promise I just...that *is* mean. Let me see..."

Again the regarded him with narrowed eyes and he felt her gaze travel across him and the room. Then she nodded to herself, stood, and punched a few commands into the computer keyboard before her.

"Just wanted to make sure we were recording," she said. "OK. Stand up."

Crispin did, and she walked around the desk and moved the chair he'd been sitting in so that it faced the wall to their left, and was within view of the computer's ...