Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... camera. She took a seat in the chair and Crispin couldn't help but notice the way her skirt hiked up just a bit across her nylon-clan thighs, the way he could see the bottom half of the rose tattoo she had on her left high thigh and hip. He'd spent three miserable years in law school looking anywhere but at those thighs when they'd studied together. And now...

She patted her thigh, but didn't say anything, the ghost of a teasing smile still on her lips.

He sighed and moved toward the chair, then bent over her lap, enveloped in the airy, floral perfume she'd taken to wearing since she'd gotten the management job.

It was strange to think that even after they'd spent so much time together, this was probably the most they'd ever touched each other. And it very much put her on top. Aspen's latent competitive spark must have enjoyed that.

She put a hand on his ass and he flinched; she felt the movement against her legs.

She giggled.

"I wish I could say I'd warn you when I'm going to start spanking you but I imagine Cailleach wouldn't like that," she said. "And I'm sure you only want to have to do this once."

"Definitely," he said, but was cut off by the impact of her hand against his ass.

He jumped. It was a harder smack than he'd expected, but he didn't have time to process it much because she landed another one on the other side of his backside a split second later and then went back to where she started. Crispin's slacks offered only scant protection, ...

... and even now he could only imagine how this was going to feel when she took his pants down.

Because that was something else Lady Cailleach had required, of course.

Crispin wasn't sure how long that first round of spanking went -- 30 seconds, a minute maybe? -- but it ended with Aspen putting a hand between his shoulder blades and patting him on the back.

"How's that feel?" She asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

For someone who didn't like to spank, she seemed to be enjoying this.

"I can definitely feel it," he said, upward and over his left shoulder.

She snickered. "I'm glad to hear it. Do you think that was enough?"

"Enough?" Crispin asked, and sighed.

If only it had been.

"No I..."

"Cailleach probably asked for more, didn't she," Aspen said smiling. "Yeah, she did."

"She did," Crispin said.

"All right, well," Aspen said, and tugged at his belt. "Looks like these need to come down then."

She didn't sound disappointed about it.

Crispin stood and fumbled for his belt buckle with shaking hands.

Only then did he realize the door to her office was still open and anyone (Chaya next door?) could have heard this or seen what was going on, had they had occasion to stop by.

It was, at least, the Friday before a long weekend, as Aspen had pointed out.

He undid it and let his pants slip down to his ankles before he stepped out of them.

He kept his eyes on the floor as Aspen looked him over in his underwear.

"Hmmm," she said. "Not ...