by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
It was late. Everyone had gone home, but we persevered. It wasn't like the deadline was the next day, but we had agreed that some extra work would be necessary. A lot of the lights were out and the place had an eerie quality.
I was indeed hungry and the time was definitely right. I surreptitiously watched her, pretty face framed by long dark hair, long, conservative dress. She looked so serious as she concentrated, but I remembered the smiles she always gave me. This was exactly the right time: the moment of truth. "We ought to knock off, before we starve" I said.
She looked up, the light in her eyes that I knew would be there. Kerri, how I'd dreamed of being with her. "I know what you mean," she said, smiling.
This was it. The moment. I had to be casual, confident. "Care to go out to dinner with me?"
"Would I ever!" she said, obvious enthusiasm in her voice. That was it! Just as simple as that: I couldn't believe it had been that easy. "Wait..." she said abruptly. I waited for her to go on and finally she did, sounding a little awkward. "Is this a date?"
I found myself back in reality. And not knowing where this was going. Did she want a date? "It doesn't have to be," I said.
She looked at me. "Oh," she said, barely above a whisper as if she were in wonder. "I guess we've been working closely a lot, haven't we?"
"Yes?"
"I should have seen it, I'm sorry. You're feeling an attraction?" How should I answer that? She looked so beautiful. Was I walking into complete disappointment? I still couldn't quite tell. "Well, of course you have," she continued, "I'm sorry, I should be more careful. Can you forgive me?"
"Forgive what?" I said before thinking.
She smiled but I could see it was an indulgent smile. "You see, I'm married." Married? Suddenly she looked down at her finger. "Well, there's no ring, but there's seven years and two children. Honestly, I think of myself as married."
I simply stood there, paralyzed. Married? All this time? I knew I was risking a boyfriend, but it never occurred to me that it could be this, well, final. "You're sweet," she said, "and I like you a lot, I really do, and we have been close. But I can't possibly cheat on Mike, I just can't. You understand?"
Cheat? It was impossible to think of someone like Kerri cheating: it had never entered my mind. She just wasn't the type. And kids. I could picture it: I was sure she was such a devoted mother. I guess those qualities were some of what had me fantasizing that she was the one for me. "I just can't," she repeated.
"I understand," I heard myself say.
"I feel so guilty, leading you on," she said. "We've been so close." Guilty? I guess I'd known she was one to take the blame herself and that was probably part of what drew me to her: sweet through and through. "Do you hate me?"
"Of course not!"
"Please don't." I needed to go home. To hide, at least for a moment. It was pity and guilt I saw in her face. I wanted this to end, and yet I was still in her spell and couldn't simply walk away. "I just can't do it," she said, and leaned over and kissed my cheek, briefly. I stared at her as she withdrew her lips. A last bit of sweetness. "But, you know..." she said, pausing.
She said no more, but looked poised to speak. "Yes?" I finally heard myself say.
"I just can't have sex with you, but... there's something we could do."
Something? I couldn't believe what she was saying. I looked at her face to find a slight smile. "It's not sex at all," she said, "but it can help."
"Help?"
"You can do it even if you're involved." She paused, and I still stood there, confused. "Yes, this is definitely it," looking as if she were in thought. She smiled at me, then seemed to notice my confusion: "You're wondering what I'm talking about," she said.
"Well..."
"You have to be," she said, grinning. She reached forward and touched my shoulder. It was still strong, the reaction I had to any touch. She looked me in the eyes, seriously. "I'll spank you."
"What?"
"It's physical enough: it helps. You'll see. I can do that--it's not cheating." Spanking? The idea of Kerri and spanking, it was so insane! "We have to do it," she said.
"Uh, Kerri..."
"Hmm, I'm not going to let you off the hook. I'm the one who thoughtlessly got you into this. Trust me, it'll do the trick. Come here," she said. She took my hand and led me, ending up in her cubicle. She sat down immediately and looked up at me. "Ready?"
I stared. What was going on here? "What?" I repeated. She looked, well, so cute sitting there. It simply didn't fit.
"Now undo your pants," she said.
"Kerri..."
"Now don't make me get cross with you. Get going." Her tone remained light as she spoke, no more than a hint of dissatisfaction. She spoke no more, but simply looked at me and we stood there, eyes locked. "Now," she finally said.
I found my fingers on the front of my pants. She was just so alluring, I didn't know what to do, how to get out of it smoothly. A spanking? Even as I thought, my fingers undid my belt. Her expression change to satisfaction, which somehow made it all irresistible. I undid myself and slid my pants down. "Good; now here you go," she said, patting her lap. I stood frozen for a second before finally complying. "OK, now this'll hurt quite a bit," she said, and the same time she slid my underpants down! Then, reaching around, she opened one of her desk drawers. Out of it she pulled a huge paddle.
* * *
"Do you do this with anyone else?" I asked. We sat in a chain restaurant, having just put another in evening together, finishing in our now-usual manner. By this time it was always the conference room, me bent over the table. Kerri had what she called a small punishment cane, and always had me undress completely before she began.
"That, sir, is my own affair," she said.
I felt like pressing. She certainly intrigued me. "Do you spank Mike?"
"Oh God, no," she said, with what was clearly genuine amusement.
"He spanks you?"
"Oh no," she said, with a different expression, but showing as much surprise at the idea. "I'm definitely not into that," she added, but then she seemed thoughtful and I said nothing. "Well, he did spank me a couple of times."
"Really?" I said, trying my best to prompt her.
"Well, once was when we were first going out, and the other time was maybe a year ago: maybe I was teasing him or something."
There was something about the way she spoke, a distant air. "You think he might do it again?"
She thought some more. "I suppose we could get into it," she said. "But we never talk about it, at least not about him and me."
"But you talk about spanking?" I was really hooked by this time, and not just because I still dreamed about Kerri. I was really curious.
"Sure."
"So what does he say?"
"Oh he doesn't mind. He seems to like hearing about the way you take it."
I almost had a heart attack. "You've told him about me?" I asked weakly. I'd never met the guy, but still...
"I told you I can't cheat on him," she said. "But don't worry: he doesn't care and he won't tell anyone. And I've only told him. Well, except Jill."
"Jill?"
I must have been looking white as a sheet or something. "Oh don't worry about Jill, she's cool. She's Mike's sister." I guess I sat there trying to absorb everything I was hearing, and Kerri started again: "We were just talking one time." I noticed that Kerri was now looking a little abashed. "And she asked me if Mike spanked me. I was surprised, but we ended up talking. She told me Mike spanked her once, a couple of years ago. She said she was just reminiscing and brought up a time when she got him in trouble she got him into when they were kids and she found out he'd certainly never forgotten it. I've never told Mike she told me that."
"And you told her about me?"
"She said she figured Mike spanked me after the way he managed to get her over his lap so quickly. I guess I told her everything." I didn't know what to say. "Don't worry," she added, "she's cool. Maybe you two can meet," she said. I looked for a sly smile or something, but she wore her usual guileless look.
"What did she think of being spanked?" I asked. Curiosity had certainly gotten he best of me.
"What does anybody think? She had no idea it was coming, but somehow felt she deserved it. It was later that she started wondering whether she liked it."
"You like spanking," I said. "Are you going to spank her?"
She laughed. "What an idea! Want to see two women at it, you pervert?"
* * *
I waited, leaning over the table. I didn't look: I wasn't supposed to. She'd obviously gone somewhere and though we'd never once been bothered, such moments still gave me time to think about the possibility of being discovered by someone else. My clothes were not nearby: I'd soon figured out that she'd take them away just so I'd be more helpless.
In the silence I finally sensed her come into the room. "Oh my," said a female voice.
"Now don't move," said Kerri. It was exactly her usual expression, incongruously kind, almost as if she were doing this all out of affection. I felt myself tremble, realizing the situation. "It's just Jill."
Then came a short, nervous giggle that wasn't Kerri. "Ready to try?" said Kerri. I hadn't made a single move except that I know I was rock hard. "It has to be severe, from the first one," she said.
"Are you sure it's OK?" asked Jill.
"Of course it's OK. Why else would he be waiting?" Then they were silent for a little bit. "Here, give it to me," came Kerri's voice again. And three seconds later it started.
As always, my body jerked with the first one. I always attempt to be quiet, but usually I can't completely suppress the groan on the first two or three. As usual, she paused after five or so. "Want to try now?" she asked.
"I'll watch."
"Come," she said. Then they were right behind me, pressed. Hands slipped around my legs to my cock. Kerri had never done this before. "See? It's having you here that's doing this to him." I sensed she'd guided Jill's hand onto me. The fingers encircled me and I wondered whether I'd embarrass myself that moment. They withdrew. "Whip him," said Kerri. "You liked the way he jerks. He's all yours."
Then there was nothing. Then Kerri said: "Hard."
* * *
We sat in the restaurant, the three of us. Jill was shorter than Kerri, her hair short. She looked almost boyish. Kerri had given me a little privacy to dress and by the time they joined me it was almost like we were different people. As we sat there I got just a little bit of sense that Kerri was trying to fix us up. "Jill's a teacher," she said. We talked for a little while about Jill's life. She looked a little ill at ease. Then, right as we were supposed to order, Kerri said: "Listen: I have to meet Mike: you two can carry on."
Once we'd ordered, I sat there looking at Jill who looked nervous. "She's really something, isn't she?" I said.
"Honest: I had no idea she was doing this!" she said.
* * *
It had been another evening of work, the first after Kerri's little machination. Kerri's phone rang and she answered it. "Come," she said, and led me to the front door of the building. Jill was there. Kerri gave her a quick hug. Jill looked at me shyly but none of us spoke. Kerri and I walked her back to the office. I couldn't help but know what was next. "It'll be Jill's turn tonight," said Kerri. Then she said "Come," and led me to the conference room, leaving Jill behind.
"Get ready," Kerri said. That's how she'd always told me to strip. "Quickly," she added this time, but she wasn't leaving the way she usually did. Then she began taking off her own clothes. "Come on," she said when she was half undressed and I was still staring. I complied.
Later I heard Jill enter. Kerri was next to me, both of us in the same position. Not daring to look. Kerri moved slightly closer and our hips touched. I was rock hard. "Drooling over each other, are you?" said Jill. She prodded my rear with the cane for a second. Kerri never did that. "A married woman, and the guy that professes to like me. What would Mike say?" I heard the sound of the flying cane, then Kerri jerked next to me, giving a suppressed squeal. "I think this is what you'd get," she added, and Kerri received some more. "And you," she said. It was severe: very severe. Before that, I'd thought Kerri put an amazing amount of effort into it. "Making out that you are interested in me, then here naked with my sister-in-law." It hurt like hell. "Are you hard?" She stopped and putting the cane between my legs, brought it up to my crotch. "This is what you need, both of you," she said, withdrawing it.
She started alternating, taking a moment to reposition herself with each blow. "I ought to call Mike right now: he'd make sure you paid. Stop sniveling you two, you know you deserve it. Turn around."
She stopped abruptly. Kerri had never done this: in a sense I'd hid some of my nudity by the fact that I'd never lifted from the table all the times she'd caned me. We slowly stood and turned. Jill was naked. "On your knees," she said. And she walked to the table behind us and sat on the edge, spreading her legs wide. We knelt, facing her. "Well, come close, both of you," she said, indicating the spot right in front of her. Awkwardly we complied. "We'll finish the whipping in a moment," she said, looking down at us. "For now, I can use a little pleasure." She took Kerri's head and pulled it right to her crotch. Then she did the same to mine so Kerri and I were cheek-to-cheek.
Later as soon as we were dressed, Kerri said: "You two are on your own for supper, I'm meeting Mike." And she simply walked away. I looked at Jill who looked at me shyly: it was like she was transformed into a different person. "Oh," said Kerri, who'd turned back. "Next time, Paul, it's your turn."
This story-idea began with the image of a pretty, young mother in a conservative high-waisted, long dress. She would be someone that a man would unconsciously classify as a woman he could take home to mother, and feel drawn toward when he was thinking of settling down. The last person you least expect to be kinky.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.