7 comments/ 32312 views/ 2 favorites I Need a Spanking By: addictedtonylon This story is written from multiple points of view. John and Jessica are married. Jill, Marci and Pam are John's employees. This is a long story, but I prefer not to write in parts Thanks to LSEiland for her very helpful editing Jessica: I was at home on a Friday, looking forward to the weekend, when the phone rang around 3 pm. I heard the hushed voice of my husband saying, "I need a spanking." I had not expected to hear John on other end, much less that request. Initially speechless, I knew he was still at work. He owned a lingerie company, and business was not going so well anymore with all the competition from Victoria's Secret. After about 15 seconds of silence, I responded. "Well, I could get the ping-pong paddle from the basement and come to your office. I am sure your employees would love to see me paddle your bottom." We had playfully spanked each other as part of our lovemaking, but we never indulged in any S&M. "No, you know what I mean," said John. I suggested another alternative, "Then, I could do it after dinner. I could treat you like a naughty boy. I will tell the kids you get no dessert and that you need a spanking. I could put you over my knee in front of the children." I paused and then asked, "Where are you now?" "I'm on my cell phone calling from my washroom." He has a personal washroom within his office. "Have you been masturbating?" I inquired. He has admitted to me in the past that he has resorted to masturbation during the workday. He always found himself thinking of fantasies that we could role play once he got home. Earlier this year, he hired three new secretaries- no, I mean administrative assistants. I have met Jill, Marci and Pam, each very attractive and in their early 20's. This job was their first introduction to the workplace. John paused before answering, revealing the answer before he admitted it. "Yes, I've been a bad boy." "I told you it was a mistake to hire those three young women. Have they been in your office for one of your meetings?" I inquired in a chiding tone. John became defensive, "They are all very valuable for the success of the company." He started to justify their presence. "They keep the buyers interested in our products." He told me that he expected them to dress seductively as part of the job. "I hope you locked the door," I reminded him. He had told me about a day when one of the girls walked into his bathroom, thinking he was out of the office. He had just finished one of his masturbation sessions before she walked in. I heard some noise in the background and a distinct click. "Yes, of course the door is locked." "What do you have them wearing today?" I knew there was something that initiated this call, and I wasn't going to let him off easily. He insisted that they wear lingerie made by the company. He called it premarket testing, but I know his fantasies are the reason he had eagerly given them the products to wear. He insisted that they always wear skirts or dresses that were above the knee, as pants were not allowed. High heels were compulsory. "Just a skirt and blouse, as usual," John said. I could tell from his voice that he was withholding something. It was Friday, and Wednesday was the only day the women were required to wear stockings to work with one of the garter belts made by the company. However, I know the company had been manufacturing some new pantyhose. He was staking the future of the company on these, despite the trend for women to wear pants, sans pantyhose. "Are they wearing one of your new products?" I questioned him. After a long pause, he said timidly, "Maybe." "So what item are they wearing? Is that what is preoccupying you this afternoon?" "They are wearing the new glossy pantyhose that came in yesterday." "Ahh-Haa," I said as the word 'glossy' slipped off his tongue, as if it was totally unimportant. "I know why you're in the bathroom masturbating. It's those glossy pantyhose," I told him. "If you spank me, maybe I can develop an aversion to women in pantyhose," he repeated. "Are you sure they are not sitting on your desk, dangling those long legs, as we talk?" I inquired. He paused on the other end of the phone. "You're not taking me seriously." "We'll discuss this more tonight." I hung up the phone. While I told John that we would discuss it more tonight, I would not let this opportunity go unrealized. I went up to my bedroom, put on my 8 strap garter belt, sheer stockings, demi-cup bra, and a gray business suit. I wore my black patent leather 3-1/2 inch heels, and then made my way to his office. I asked one of his administrative assistants if John was in, she said he was meeting with one of the other executives and would be back soon. She invited me to sit on the sofa in his office. This was perfect, as the sofa was facing his desk. I sat down and started to read a magazine. In a few minutes, John and his CFO, Edward, came into the office. John was obviously surprised when he saw me. He stumbled into the side of his desk, as if he was walking in the dark in an unfamiliar room. John sat at his desk, opposite his coworker who had his back to me. ++++++++++++ John: Oh my God, I didn't expect my wife to come into the office. She caught our attention, looking like she was the CEO of her own business, very professional, but very attractive. She feigned indifference, "Oh, you men must have business to discuss. Maybe I should come back later." Ed answered, staring at her patent leather heels with her painted toes peeking out of the open toes. "Oh no, we will be done in just a moment. We were just going over the financial figures before the end of the week." Ed then took a seat opposite my desk. His back was to Jessica, not blocking John's vision of her on the sofa. She crossed her legs, one shoe dangling off the tips of her toes. I just confessed that I had been naughty and needed some punishment. Ed was talking, but I wasn't listening to him. My mind flashed---she can't spank me here--- someone will hear---I might yelp ---what if we got caught---I thought it would be playful---I don't like the look in her eyes. Uh-oh... I returned my attention to Ed, briefly. She lifted up the hem of her skirt, and started to readjust her stocking tops and garters, one by one. She was wearing one of our retro lingerie items, an 8-strap garter belt which she has resisted wearing in the past, saying it made her look like a dominatrix. I noticed she wore stockings with reinforced heels and toes and a welt over her sole. She knows all my weaknesses. ++++++++ Jessica: By the time Ed finally left, it was late Friday afternoon. Most of the staff had departed already. I went over to John's desk, "So you need a spanking? You must have been a very naughty boy today." I scolded him. He sheepishly shook his head, admitting his sexual transgressions. I was sure he was already regretting his phone call. "Get up John, so I can sit in your chair," I said in a commanding voice. "Then drop those pants while I look through your desk for an appropriate paddle for your bottom." He dutifully obeyed. I found a wide ruler. "Perfect." Beside me was my husband, pants down at his ankles. "Now drop those briefs, and bend over my knees." As he did, I positioned his cock between my stocking clad thighs, squeezing it tightly so he couldn't move. I delivered the first spank, with a sharp crack of the ruler. Just as I was ready to deliver the second, there was a knock on the door. I pointed to the space underneath the desk, and he scrambled to be out of sight. "Come in," I said. Marci, one of the administrative assistants he recently hired, opened the door. She was surprised to see me sitting at the desk. I offered an explanation, "John just stepped out. I came in to join him for dinner here in the city." As I said this, John was kneeling in front of me underneath the desk. I put my hand behind his head and directed his face into my crotch, so he could smell the ethereal aroma emanating from the dampness of my panties. Marci replied, "Three of us are going to O'Reilly's down the street for a Friday get-together. We really would like you to join us." As she said this, I could feel John shaking his head between my thighs with an emphatic NO. Without hesitation, I responded, "That's great, Marci. We would love to join you. How about we see you in about 20 minutes?" "John is always a lot of fun to be with, I'm looking forward to it," said Darcy. With that she turned and left the room, shutting the door as she left. I looked down at John. He resembled a panting dog ready to beg for a treat. "This should be a lot of fun," I said as my mind went into overdrive, prolonging the teasing of my husband before he received the punishment he desired. ++++++++ John: We walked into O'Reilly's, and spotted the three girls sitting at the bar. There was only one table left, as it was a busy Friday night. The table was directly adjacent to them and only two chairs remained. I suggested to Jessica that there was no room for us, but Jessica grabbed my hand and led me to the remaining table, where we sat down. The three girls turned their barstools to face us. Jessica knew that I was able to look directly up their skirts. Each of them was elevated on their barstool, wearing the glossy pantyhose. They had already started with Cosmopolitans. Jessica ordered them another round, adding a Martini for her and Scotch for me. She did most of the socializing. I tried not to stare at these three beautiful women, perched on their stools. They were each long legged and very sensual. It was clear that Jessica's intent was to loosen their inhibitions with alcohol. As they enjoyed their third round, the skirts were riding up and the conversation became more animated. The barstools were just wide enough for their bottoms, causing them to frequently reposition themselves. They adjusted their skirts to maintain a modicum of modesty. Jessica, noticing that the stools were no longer conducive to conversation, suggested we move to a booth in the corner that had been vacated. I was positioned in the middle of the booth, with two women on either side. They were able to talk more intimately in this location. Jessica asked them about their boyfriends and love lives. Finally, she asked, "Have you ever been spanked by your boyfriend?" ++++++ Jill: I had more than my limit and was beginning to slur my words. Jessica's last question was like a lightning bolt. They must have known the effect it had on me from my intense blush, as everybody looked directly at me. I paused, and then admitted to them, "I just celebrated my 23rd birthday. My boyfriend, Tom, warned me for the last month that he was going to spank me 23 times on my birthday. He took me to a romantic restaurant. I thought he might have actually forgotten or never intended to do it in the first place. However, when we returned to my apartment, he sat in a chair and then motioned for me to come over, where he put me over his knee. I had pantyhose on. He lifted my dress and rubbed the cheeks of my bottom, preparing me for what was to come. He delivered the first spank with his hand. I was protected by the thin layer of the nylon. Tom said, "I love to see your bottom jiggle in the pantyhose when I spank it." He rubbed me before each spank, increasing the anticipation, prolonging the interval, delaying the completion. By the time he completed all 23 spanks, my bottom was sore, and I am sure it was red. I had been keeping count, and yelled "23!!!!" leaving no doubt that I did not want any more slaps to my bottom. He led me to the bedroom, positioned me on all fours on the edge of the bed, ripped open the gusset of my pantyhose with his fingers, pushed aside my thong and penetrated my drenched pussy with his rigid cock." Satisfied with my drunken admission, I looked at Pamela, "Why don't you tell Jessica and John about that little spanking incident you had in high school." +++++++ Pamela: "Jill, I told you never to repeat that. I'm so embarrassed." Unfortunately, it was my turn, after Pam revealed my secret. I whispered to Jessica, "I was spanked by my principal in my senior year of high school." The memory was vivid, even though it happened eight years ago. "We had taken one of the pictures of our sex education teacher, superimposed his head on the body of a nude male with a very large erection, and published it in the yearbook. As I was the editor, the principal called me to his office and told me that the teacher was very upset with the picture. He had discussed the incident with the school board and they threatened to not let me graduate. I pleaded with him, letting him know that I would do anything if he would just let me complete school. He said that he didn't want me not to graduate, but the only alternative would be that I would need a spanking instead. We made a tacit agreement that I would never reveal that he punished me. The noticeable erection in his pants made it clear to me that he had a proclivity for spanking young females. "He told me to pull down my pants. I was wearing just a thong, so my buttocks were firm but unprotected from the oncoming assault. I regretted that I had not worn panties that day. He said nothing, but just pointed to his desk and I dutifully bent over, my chest resting against the solid wood. The thin piece of nylon wedged between my ass cheeks and pussy lips as I bent over. I could feel him place his foot between mine; urging me to spread my legs apart until he was satisfied with my position. I watched him walk to the front of the desk and pull out a slipper with a rubber sole. "As he looked into my eyes, he slapped the slipper on the palm of his hand. He darkened the room by closing the shades. Not another word was spoken. He disappeared behind me, administering a swat with the slipper on my bottom, followed by one, and then another swat, each leaving an intense sting. After the third, I rose up and rubbed my bottom with both hands, but he was clearly not finished. I bent over the desk again, receiving my last seven swats. Satisfied, he returned to his desk chair. "You may go now. I will see you at graduation." He put his finger to his lips, uttering a barely audible shush, indicating an implicit secrecy between us." I continued, "Two weeks later, at graduation, he called my name as I walked up to the stage. He handed me my diploma, shook my hand, and wished me congratulations on my accomplishment of graduating. He appeared confident that his fetish would remain a secret." ++++++ Marci: I knew I was last and that all eyes were upon me now. I admitted to them, "I have also been spanked." I relayed an incident that occurred about five years ago. I had never told anybody about this before tonight. While I was not sure I wanted to share my story, the alcohol and circumstances gave me the courage to divulge details of the adventure. "Henry, my boyfriend at the time, and I went to see a movie called 'The Secretary.' There was a scene in the movie where the secretary was making mistakes in her typing, and her lawyer boss at a law office had her bend over the desk as she read the letter she had typed. Each time she had made a mistake, he spanked her. "Henry was clearly excited after the movie, asking me if I had any mistakes to admit. I assumed he was just joking, never imagining what was going through his mind. I had never been spanked before and was never very adventurous in the bedroom. When we returned home from the movie, Henry said, "I want you to type a letter for me." His intentions were now obvious, and he knew I was a very good typist. I sat down at the computer and he started to dictate a letter, pretending to write a story for Literotica, describing spanking a woman before sex. "Initially, I kept up with him flawlessly, and thought I had subverted his plans. However, he started to dictate more quickly, and mistakes were inevitable. After about two pages, he completed the story. He looked over my shoulder, saw a few errors, and told me that corrections were necessary. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the computer screen. He made me bend over, so I was staring directly at the screen. I read the text back to him, errors included. Each time there was an error, I felt the sting of his hand on my bottom, not hard, more playful actually. It was just enough to elicit a warm stinging sensation. After I completed the letter, he positioned himself on the floor, his face between my legs. Inviting me to squat over him, his tongue protruding, he performed cunnilingus, a sensation I had never experienced before. I felt so slutty, yet so satisfied. +++++++ Jessica: I ordered everyone one more drink. After each of the girls had described their intimate adventures, any remaining inhibitions of their secret lives had been barred. I spoke up, "You know, John called me earlier today and said that he needed a spanking." I continued, "Now, why would a grown man call and tell me that he needed a spanking? What has been happening at work?" All three of the girls looked at John, each with a bit of a smirk on her face. After gazing at him, they focused on each other. It did not seem to come as a surprise to them. There were obviously some workplace issues that I was unaware of. I needed to find out what John had been doing. I offered, "Why don't the three of you join us at our home tonight. You've had too much to drink and I don't want you to go home on the subway in this condition. John said he needed a spanking--- and I intend to give him one --- so I may need your help." The women nodded in agreement, as this appeared to be the only alternative for the evening. "I need to find out why John needs to be punished and I know he won't tell me." I looked at John, "Why don't you order us car service, John, and let us know when it has arrived." He was obviously embarrassed and anxious to leave the table. He could see that the events were no longer in his control. When the limo arrived, John and I sat on one side, and the three were women opposite us. The back was dimly lit, but I could see their long legs stretched out. I knew we had just gotten started. +++++++ Jill: The ride home took approximately 30 minutes. Pam and I were sitting on either side of John, and we both had way too much to drink. From the look in Pam's eyes, I knew she was interested in a little mischief. We each crossed our legs, rubbing our nylon clad thighs together to give the unmistakable swish of nylon on nylon. Pam removed her heels, and her red toenails were visible through the nylon material. Marci was sitting directly opposite him. She also removed her shoes, rubbing her nylon covered foot a few inches up John's pant leg. The glossy sheen reflected the ambient light from the courtesy lamps, accentuating our legs in the otherwise dim cabin. We arrived, and all sat around their living room. Jessica brought out some marijuana joints that she lit, took a long drag, and then offered them to us. She left the room briefly and brought back a number of appropriate implements for carrying out a spanking. This included wooden spoons, a very wide belt and a short leather paddle. She also put a pair of dice on the coffee table. When we saw the paddle, Jessica assured us that it had been in safekeeping and was never used on John's virgin bottom. John sat on a chair adjacent to the sofa, speechless, obviously regretting he had ever uttered those four words. ++++++++ Marci: Jessica asked, "Marci, why don't you tell us about an embarrassing circumstance at work where John put you in a compromising position." I had no difficulty remembering an episode that happened six months ago, soon after I started working for her husband. I relayed the incident, "John said we needed to change the light bulbs to more energy efficient fluorescents. The ceiling in his office was about 9 ft. high it would require a ladder to reach the bulbs. It was a "Stocking Wednesday," the day when we're required to wear stockings rather than pantyhose, so as to market the comfort and wearability of our garter belts. I Need a Spanking "John summoned me into his office and told me he needed help changing the light bulbs. John brought in a three step ladder and told me to climb to the third step, while he steadied the ladder. I followed his instructions, and to change each bulb, I had to stretch while standing on the third step. This action revealed the tops of my stockings because my skirt barely covered my bottom. I climbed down after changing the light so he could reposition the ladder, only having to ascend again. Each time, he held the ladder steady, enjoying a full view under my skirt." Jessica had a surprised look on her face. "Marci, I'm sure this was very embarrassing. Don't you think this deserves a spanking?" Jessica picked up the pair of dice. "Let's see how many spanks he deserves," she said as she rolled the dice. Lucky for John, the dice landed on 1 and 3. Jessica handed me the wooden spoon and then turned toward John, "Pull down your pants and bend over the chair for Marci." John did as he was told. Marci, recalling how uncomfortable she had felt as a new employee having to change those light bulbs with John peered up her skirt, quickly administered four smart swats, one right after the other, with the wooden spoon. ++++++++ Pamela: We were all enjoying tokes on the joint as we passed it between the four of us. This only added to the surrealistic mood, our male boss just spanked in front of us. John remained standing. We could see him rubbing his bottom from the spanking he just received. Jessica then asked me, "Pamela, tell me about an incident in the office that embarrassed you. My husband was doing more than working, I can see." I responded immediately about an incident that occurred two months ago. "John called Marci and I into his office. He told us it was lingerie week, and that we needed to put up a banner in front of the office, to remind people of the significance of the week. He said it would be good for business. The banner was to be strung between two windows in his office. Marci had worn a longer skirt that day, but I wore a dress and a pair of thigh high stockings with a thong underneath. "John sat at his desk, on his cell phone, communicating with one of his coworkers in the front of the building. Apparently, he was making sure the banner was straight. He had Marci and I bending over the open windows. In order to secure the banner, I had to really stretch with my toes extended to reach the hook, almost feeling like I might fall out the window. John had us hold the banner in place for what seemed like eternity while he talked to his coworker, making small adjustments while Marci and I bent over the sill. Jessica looked at her husband. "John, that is so demeaning. I think that deserves some swats with a belt. Assume the position." Again, John did as he was told. Jessica took the two dice and rolled them. A 3 and 4 showed on the faces of the dice. I looked over at John and it was obvious he knew the implications. I took the belt and saw the redness of his ass, but at the same time, recollected how used I felt being his "eye candy" for half an hour. While the first and second lashes were gentle, each subsequent spank obviously found its mark, as he wiggled his bottom from the sting of the belt. +++++++ Jill: Jessica then asked me, "Jill, I am sure he has done the same to you." I recalled a meeting of all the executives in John's office. These meetings occur once a month and minutes have to be taken to provide for the board. I had never done this before, and didn't even know it was going to take place. I recalled the incident, "The executives took their positions on the sofa and chairs in a semicircle. Opposite them was a small stool. After everyone was seated, John asked me to come in and take notes during the meeting, then type up the minutes. The only chair left was the stool, to which he pointed and said, "Have a seat." I had to climb up on the stool. My feet could not touch the floor, so I had to rest my heels on one of the horizontal supports. As the meeting began, I crossed my leg so I could write on the small pad. I had worn a pencil skirt, taupe pantyhose, and the requisite heels. Upon crossing my legs, the skirt hiked up to my mid-thigh. I took the notes as was instructed, but every so often, I was instructed to give John a file. These files were in the lowest drawer of a file cabinet, requiring me to climb down from the stool, squat as I retrieved a file, put it on his desk, get back up on my stool, and cross my leg to take more notes. I felt like a sex object more than a secretary. The meeting lasted about 45 minutes. From the show I gave them, I am sure all the executives ran to the bathroom to masturbate." Jessica handed me the leather paddle, then turned to her husband. "John, did you really do that to this young woman?" John nodded, and bent over the chair, eyes directed to the tabletop, obviously hoping the roll of the dice would be favorable to his now crimson bottom. Jessica rolled one die, a 5. She looked at John, shaking her head just slightly, John grimacing in anticipation of the second roll. The second was a 2, and a slight sigh of relief was obvious as if he knew he could tolerate seven more lashings, but no more. I positioned myself behind him and whispered in his ear, "Was it worth it?" He looked back at me and silently mouthed, "YES, definitely" and smiled. Immediately, he felt the first spank and second with the paddle, likely the hardest of the evening. His hands immediately rubbed his cheeks and I could see the first tear from his eye. I had made my point and made the other five swats were more playful than painful. +++++++ Jessica: When I heard the stories, they infuriated me. Here are three young, attractive, but very smart women. I knew John had been harassing them. A sore bottom was not enough to pay for his actions. "John, come over here I have a surprise." The spankings had been enough to make his cock go limp. I pulled a cock restraint out of my purse and before he knew my intentions, I was able to get the device around his cock and balls, locking it in place. I had bought a small safe, which was on the dinner table in the room and locked the key inside the safe, spinning the combination wheel 4 to five times, dramatizing his predicament. To make things more interesting, I wrote each of the three numbers of the combination on a small slip of paper, then handed one to each of the three women. "Memorize your number," I said. After they looked over their number, they returned the small pieces of paper to me and I burned them with the lit joint in the ashtray. "Now John, you can't get out of this contraption until all three women give you the combination. You better treat them with respect. We will meet back here in a month to see if you are treating them as they should be treated." ++++++++ John: On Monday morning, I e-mailed Pamela, Jill and Marci for a staff meeting at 11 am. They arrived together. Jessica was sitting in the corner on the sofa. I told them to sit in the three chairs opposite my desk. "We are going to institute some changes as you all have been doing exceptional work. I am going to promote all of you to sales associate. This means that you will not only be getting a higher salary, but commission on the sales that you generate." I looked at Jessica on the sofa. She nodded with a stern look, urging me to continue. "Also, I have decided to relax some of the dress standards for the office. We will no longer be having "Stocking Wednesdays," as I think the garter belt and stockings will be removed from our catalogue. We haven't sold any in the last year. The height of your heels can be at your discretion, and pants will now be allowed." The three women looked over at Jessica, who simply smiled at them. ++++++++ John: (One week later) Not a mention had been made of the events that occurred a week ago. I was finally able to sit in my chair without feeling pain on my ass from the spankings. I thought the changes we made would make a huge difference in the behavior of the three women, but that was not the case. They continued to wear the same provocative clothing. The height of their skirts stayed the same and I noticed they even wore stockings on Wednesday. I was not sure whether this was to provoke an erection, now impossible with my restraint in place. Maybe they knew I was emasculated, and now felt safe in the office. Sometimes, I thought they tried to provoke an erection in subtle ways. Marci would sit on my desk, wearing dark stockings. Jill, who had generous breasts, would lean over my desk whenever she talked to me. Pamela always retrieved a file from the lowest drawer. Maybe they knew that with the restraint in place, every erection was confined, painful, and would never be consummated. They had taken their new positions enthusiastically, and the staid old male dominated office had been transformed. Maybe we would survive. Four weeks later ++++++++ Jessica: I decided to host a dinner at our house to be updated on the progress of the three women in their new positions. They did not realize that John was a good cook until they saw him prepare dinner while we had a conversation on the sofa. John appeared placid and domesticated since having the restraint in place. He prepared Beef Wellington, accompanied by ample amounts of a delicious Petite Sirah wine. The meal was capped off with a decadent chocolate mousse. Upon finishing dinner, I invited everyone into our living room once again. "Has John behaved himself?" They all nodded in agreement. I then asked them "So, what have you been doing during these last four weeks, since receiving your promotion?" Jill informed me that she had been working with the designers on a new bodystocking. The item had been produced, modeled, and shown to the buyers. Advance purchase orders had been fantastic, and it was the best-selling new item the company had ever put out. Full production was scheduled to begin within 90 days. Pamela had been meeting with the executives regarding the three accounts she had been given. Rather than continuing to meet them in the office, as the male executives had done for years, Pamela initiated meeting with them at a fancy restaurant. She found it advantageous to close a sale with the older gentleman when they were seen at a very fancy restaurant with an attractive young female, dressed in a short skirt, and high heels. She was able to double each of the accounts and showed me her first commission check for $5,000. Marci decided to start a new line of lingerie, called the "Shades of Grey" line. This lingerie would be racier than anything the company had produced in the past. Rather than 'his and hers,' she would title it "Doms and Subs." She had already met with the marketing department, and they had procured an exclusive license agreement with the publisher of the famous trilogy. She even created a tagline for the new line, "tastefully designed, with a dollop of kink." Another first for the company would be marketing the products over the Internet, rather than through a distributor. The website design had already been initiated, with Marci's input. "The three of you have done amazingly well in your first month." I was thoroughly impressed by each woman's work ethic. "Has John been a good boy during this time?" Witnessing the three women shaking their heads in agreement made me happy. "Well, we should give John the combination to his restraint." With her satisfaction granted, each of the women revealed their code. John looked befuddled and said, "I don't know what order these numbers are in." I responded, "John, you're an executive running a large company. You're just going to have to figure it out." He went over to the safe and started inputting the various combinations of the three numbers. In the meantime, the women and I retreated to the bedroom. I tried on another new item that Jill had designed because she wanted my opinion. It was a beautifully sheer item, trimmed in place, and very flattering. I kept it on, with a robe over the top as we made our way back to the living room. We were greeted by John, smiling with the cock restraint removed and held between his two fingers. He was so proud to have figured out that combination. ++++++++ John: There was Jessica, in one of our new items, designed by one of my sales associates. Things were really looking up, as sales had taken off. As she walked in the room, with my cock now unrestrained, I had an immediate erection. It was visible to all under my boxer shorts as I stood adjacent to the sofas. The women sat down, and continued to congratulate each other on their successes. I soon felt ignored, my erection starting to deflate. I am the CEO of my company. A company I had relinquished to these four women. Finally, Jessica looked over to me. "Oh John, you must need some reward for your careful selection of these junior executives." I started to fantasize about having four women directing their attention to my cock for the remainder of the night. That thought could not have been further from the truth. Jessica reached over, pulled out a tube of aloe and handed it to me. "That cock of yours must be irritated, why don't you put some cream on it. That will make it feel much better," she said as she looked at my now flaccid cock. I took the tube from her, confused and frustrated. Jessica had a box of tissues on the coffee table, which she then pulled out two and handed to me. In a most demeaning tone, looking directly and disdainfully into my eyes, she said, "Oh John, just in case, here are a few tissues. PLEASE don't spill any of your cum on the floor." That quip was followed by a poignant pause-- "Or you might need a spanking."