Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... desk, feeling her eyes on his stinging ass like a teasing touch.

God, at least there wasn't anyone else in here right now. And at least crawling behind the desk took him out of view of the hallway and whoever had been passing by.

"It's not," Aspen said, and sighed, as he reached for the drawer and opened it. "I don't think it's a fair way to treat all of you on the office floor. But it's good to know I can. And anyway..."

She paused, and giggled.

"If you had told us when we were in law school together, fighting it out for the top, that this was how it would end up, would it have even sounded possible? I'm sorry, I know it's mean, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying myself."

Crispin found the hairbrush and his heart sank. It was a large thing, metal and antique by the look of it, with a gilded floral pattern on it. He'd never seen it before in his life. A new thing, since she'd made manager at Marzanna.

This was going to sting. A lot.

He took the brush and began crawling back toward Aspen, who had her hands on her hips, one leg crossed over the other, as she watched him with something somewhere between amusement and pity.

"Oh come on, don't look so sad," she said, teasing. "Be glad I don't whip, just on principle. Chaya whips. She's damn good at it too. It's just a hairbrush."

Chaya would whip. Talking to Chaya, say, even the weather basically felt like a whipping.

Crispin approached her on his knees, aware, once again, that he was in ...

... view of the open door. And now he could hear voices -- some stifled laughter -- even though Aspen had stopped talking.

There were people out there. Managers.

He felt the blood rush to his face again and he offered her the brush.

She blinked, then offered him an apologetic smile and leaned down, put her elbows on her knees and nodded to the hairbrush.

"What is it you'd like me to do with this, Crispin?" She asked.

He blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Ask me," she said. "I'm doing this for you, I mean."

He sighed, and tried harder to pick up on the muffled conversation in the hallway outside. He could hear Chaya's voice. Just not the words.

"Would you spank me," he said in a low voice.

"What?" Aspen said. "I couldn't heard you."

"Would you spank me," he said, louder this time.

"Are you just making demands now?" Aspen asked. "No manners at all? No 'please' or 'thank you?'"

Crispin ground his teeth. "Aspen, would you please spank me?"

She cocked her head as if the whole idea had never occurred to her before. "With what though?"

The chatter in the hallway had died down, as if whoever was out there was waiting for what came next. Expecting it.

"Aspen would you please spank me with this hairbrush?"

Laughter from the hallway, and Crispin felt the blush deepen in his cheeks.

"I think I can manage that for you, Crispin," she said, no attempt to hide her smile anymore. "Come here."

She put him over her knee again, secured her right leg ...