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My first spanking

He always teased me that I should never wear my tight spandex workout pants or my thick winter tights without panties. I am a brat. Not a little, but a brat nonetheless, so I liked to do it anyway just to spite him. So the day that he text me while I was at work "I just looked in your drawer where your tights go and I saw that you wore those black tights to school today" I was confused. Was he asking me if I was wearing panties? Was he finally playing with the fantasy? How should I respond? Thankfully he took mercy on me and didn't wait for a response before sending another text. "You better be wearing panties. You already broke one rule, let's hope you didn't break another by not wearing panties under those black tights" my mind raced. I was in a cost projection meeting. My bosses were expecting projections from me at any moment. The numbers in front of me blurred. My face flushed. It was not abnormal for me to check messages and respond during meetings, I have 42 employees who know they can count on me to respond right away. Only I knew that this was no employee. However in about ten seconds everyone else was going to see that I was extremely turned on. I had a thin silk blouse on and the room had been warm so I'd taken off my suit jacket. He was expecting a response. I wasn't sure which way to go. I went with sassy. I sent back: "they're my tights, if I'm not supposed to wear them why are they in my drawer?" My head was swimming. I felt almost drugged. I wanted to touch myself. No. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted the words he was texting to be gruff words spoken into my ear. I shivered.

My assistant touches my arm and I jumped a bit. I am the only female in the room. I am the only female executive. The entire executive team knows that touching me is not only frowned upon, it is everyone else's responsibility to forewarn ever other employee of this fact, not mine. Immediately he apologized. "They're ready". I look up. Everyone is looking at me expectantly. Deep breath. (AM I wearing panties?) I begin my meeting. I am fabulous, as always. I am not distracted. I finish, I shake hands, I excuse myself to the ladies room, wash my hands, then return to my office. No text. I remember he's not on break again until lunch. (AM I wearing panties?) It suddenly occurs to me that I just went to the ladies room. I don't remember! What's wrong with me! I get up, grab my smokes, and stride to the hallway. Outside, I light up, inhale, look around, and seeing no one, I reach up my skirt and verify - I do have panties on. Whew. I look at my watch, it's neatly lunchtime. I'm looking forward to it until I recall I have lunch with my best friend scheduled today, and I had told him that this morning as I laid out my suit and boots. He dislikes my friend a great deal. That meant he probably would not text me at lunch more than to tell me to enjoy my lunch. That disappointed me a great deal, but I couldn't reschedule lunch, I had already put her off a few times. That was the nature of my job, though and she knew it.

After lunch I had to wait until 3 for another taste of any naughtiness, and it seemed I could hear the ticking of every clock and watch for miles. Finally, I get "I will expect you home promptly at 6pm. No stopping for any reason, whatsoever." I respond "But I usually go to the gym on Thursdays so I won't be home until 8pm". It's as if he expected this response because immediately I get "6pm. No stopping, WHATSOEVER. Am I clear?" I respond simply "yes". I got home at exactly 6. He was sitting at the opposite end of the couch from where he normally sits. Not the end where the table is. The end that is out in the open. My heartbeat speeds up a bit. I'm not sure what's going to happen, and I know better than to ask. I take off my coat and put it in the coat rack, turn to go upstairs, and he says "where are you going young lady"? I say "up - upstairs t-to ch-change". He sits forward, and I see that he has his belt in his hands. HIS BELT! I stand still, and he motions for me to come to him. I walk, very slowly, towards him, stopping about 2 feet in front of him. "Get OVER here. Do not make me repeat myself." I step closer. He reaches out, touching my tights just above my knee. Pinching the tights and a bit of my skin, he pulls them a bit, "you know you're not supposed to wear these to school". I open my mouth to speak, and I instantly feel the sting of the belt on my thigh, quick and hot on my skin, cold from the winter air. "Do not speak. Your excuses will not help you this time". "You were told these tights were too sexy to be wearing to school, so you want to go against what I say and act like a dirty little girl? Then show me".

He sat back, opening his legs. His pants were open, and he was rock hard. His cock is so large that when it's in his pants and hard, it always comes out the top of his pants so that the head is visible. I could see the drip of shiny precum and licked my lips, dropping to my knees. I reached for his zipper, feeling the sting of the belt again. "You wait". Contrite, I sat back a bit, waiting, expectant. He stood, surprising me. He was very close to me. He dropped his pants and briefs, his cock swollen and pulsing, my fingers longing to encircle it. "You want to show me you are a dirty girl?" I whispered the word. "What did you say"? I shook my head, barely letting a squeaky "yes" out of my throat, eyes down. "Then show me". I looked up, licking my lips, and circled the tip with my wet lips, sliding my tongue over the tip. I felt his hands on either side of my face, gripping my hair. "I thought you said you were going to show me you were a dirty girl. That's not a dirty girl. This is". He suddenly forced himself to the very back of my throat quickly and roughly, and left himself there, waiting for me to gag. When I didn't, he pulled my head back, lifted my chin, and asked me "I'm only going to ask you this once, and you had better not lie to me. Are you wearing panties"? I said I was, and he said "show me" and sat back in the couch. I stood, going for the zipper of my skirt. He said "leave it on". I reached up inside my skirt and pulled down my tights to mid-thigh, then pulled down my black lace panties. They were covered in while creamy cum. I looked at him, waiting for instruction. He slapped the arm of the leather couch "over the arm. Now". I leaned over the arm, resting my silk blouse on his cock. He removed it, and forced my body further up, so that my thigh was against his belly, and I could feel his prick against me right where my legs came together. I wanted so badly to wiggle, but I knew better.

I felt his warm hand rubbing lightly in my ass and I froze. He asked me "you know what you did wrong don't you"? I knew I was not required to answer. WHACK WHACK I squirmed. His cock jumped. "Stay still". WHACK WHACK I squealed. His cock jumped. "You're lucky you're wearing these panties". He yanked on the panties, and they seemed to disintegrate. He brought the panties to my face, allowing me to smell my own arousal. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK I screamed. His cock oozed. "Get up. Now." I stood, he got up, pushed me back down over the arm of the couch, wrapped his belt under my hips, fastening it as tight as it would go, and thrust into me deep and fast and hard. WHACK WHACK. Thrust WHACK WHACK Thrust. WHACK WHACK Thrust. Thrust Trust. I couldn't help it. I was there. I thrust back. He grabbed the belt and stood still, allowing me to ride him while he gently rubbed my red hot ass and uttered naughty words to me. I came in waves that seemed to never end, feeling him about to come as well, when suddenly, he yanked himself from me. Pulling my tights up just a bit, he released himself into the crotch of the tights and then pulled them back up, walking away from me.