2 comments/ 51481 views/ 8 favorites The Reporter Ch. 02 By: SteveLee1146 Lisa McGreager looked at herself in the mirror and winced at the sight before her. Her normally curvy and pink behind was still curvy, but its color was now a dark purplish red, crisscrossed with angry welts that only could have come from a severe spanking or beating. Fortunately, she had gotten home before George so that she was able to undress and assess the damage without having to hide. "My God, how am I going to keep George from seeing that? It'll be at least a week before those marks will be gone!" She ran her hand over the welts, feeling the strips of raised flesh that marred her skin. "Oh, that ruler hurt! Gods, he even hit my cunt!" Thinking of her cunt caused even greater dismay as the image of herself bent over Mr. O'Conner's desk flashed through her mind. She had been soundly screwed, leaving something even more important than the redness of her bottom to hide from George! The entire episode was beyond belief! Guilt flooded through her as she recalled how passionately she had reacted as he took her, welcoming the penetration and the subsequent pounding into her cunt. "I can't believe it! We've been married for less than six months and another man has had me. It's adultery! A few months ago I was a virgin and now I've had two men in me. Thank God that I'm on the pill! I can't let George find out – oh, how did I let myself get in this mess? Still, I had no choice! It would have killed George – and me – if we'd had to move back in with his folks. I didn't expect to be screwed when I agreed to be spanked, damn it!" With her train of desperate thought still running, she quickly put on a pair of slacks, hiding the outward sign of her sins, in time to greet her husband with an artificially happy smile. Luckily, he was tired from a long day's work and didn't notice the artificiality or the distracted look that came over her face several times during the evening. He was even too tired for sex (which was their normal activity on Saturday nights), fortunately for Lisa since the idea of being screwed twice in the same day really would have been traumatic! She lay awake for hours that night, attempting to clarify her situation and deal with her guilt. Finally, with real soul searching, she was able to accept, or at least, rationalize her actions as being the best alternative open to her. Something of the exhilaration she had felt as she drove home returned as she focused on the good side: she still has her job and, even more important, they still had the apartment. Somehow, being spanked and screwed was not too high a price to pay. Whether George would have agreed about the screwing part was very doubtful, but what was done was done and he would share in the benefits – no more living with his parents! However, even with her acceptance (or, again, rationalization) of the afternoon events, there was still a final cloud on her horizon – Mr. O'Conner! He had seen her naked! He had seen everything she had as he spanked her! Then, with no opposition on her part, he had screwed her! And even more shocking, she had become an active participant in the screwing! She couldn't deny to herself that she had enjoyed what really was more than sexual intercourse, more than screwing – it was fucking. That was not a word that Lisa used often, but, somehow it seemed appropriate in this case. The question that haunted her, and continued to keep her awake, was, will he want to fuck her again? What would she do if he tried? What if that was the price of keeping her job? That fear haunted her throughout the weekend, and, by Monday morning, she dreaded even the thought of going to work. Surprisingly, the day was an anticlimax. She sat at her desk trying to focus on papers in front of her as Mr. O'Conner walked by and brusquely, as always, said "Good morning, Mrs. McGreager, and went past into his office. Not a side glance, not a sly smile – nothing! Later, when she took some columns into him to look over, he skimmed them, gruffly said, "These are ok, take them down for the editorial page." In other words, he acted just as he always had and that the events of last week had never occurred. And, that was the way things went from then on. Her previous mistake was never referred to, she was treated just as she had been before, and, as her work improved, she was gradually given a bit more responsibility. After a few months of a completely impersonal relationship with the editor, Lisa was able to put the entire episode behind her and, sometimes, she almost could have believed that it had never happened. Almost. As she became more settled in her job as a reporter (actually, still mostly in the newsroom) she became more confident and was seen by her colleagues as an "up-and-comer." This respect by her colleagues and, apparently, her superiors was heady stuff for the young woman, but, as is often said, "Pride goeth before a fall." Unfortunately, the increased responsibility combined with, seemingly, less need for careful supervision, made possible more catastrophic blunders. This was Lisa's fate. Her principle assignment was to edit and prepare ads for placement in a weekly page, ads geared to specific store openings, big sales, special presentations, etc. The cost of ads in that page was quite high because of its feature quality. It was not really "reporting," but it was a significant assignment on the road to an editing position. Lisa became adept in writing the ads and linking them to the event that made them important to the purchaser, but, with confidence and familiarity, her old problem surfaced. Her intense scrutiny that had made her good at the job waned as she became surer of what she was doing and, inevitably, her mind wandered one day (thinking of a birthday present for George, in fact). Unfortunately, that lack of concentration did not occur on a run-of-the-mill, relatively unimportant store ad, but on a full page spread on the opening of a major department store. She just overlooked the entire page, impossible as it seems – and as it seemed to James O'Conner! He was quietly sitting at his desk, ready for the daily flood of news and the multiple decisions as to how to cover them. He had slept well, had a good breakfast and was ready for action. Suddenly his phone rang and his first bit of "news" came from that major advertiser who had discovered that the big announcement of his grand opening was missing from the paper. All O'Conner could do was profusely apologize for the screw-up and investigate what had happened. Needless to say, an apology was not sufficient to placate the furious client who was losing business since few customers were showing up at his major event. The end result, to prevent a very embarrassing and expensive suit, was that O'Conner was forced to offer a "make good" series of ads – free! The client agreed to refrain from suing, and to not even publicize the error, in exchange for free half-page ads for the next three months. Those ads would be a very significant loss for the paper, but so would a suit, as well as the loss of prestige. The deal was made and each week for the next three months, O'Conner would have to send the finance office a note ordering that the charges for that week be cancelled. His enthusiasm for this was severely limited – as Lisa was about to find out! Ironically, in an institution involved in disseminating the news, nothing of this major gaffe became known. The client agreed not to complain, the special section came out as usual with, seemingly, all of the contracted ads, and, of course, O'Conner had a vested interest in keeping it quiet. On the surface, all was right with the world. Actually, that was what Lisa believed when she was summoned to the editor's office at the end of the day. Her work had been commended several times, and she had a feeling that she might be rewarded with a small raise. That fantasy quickly evaporated as she met the fire of a dragon disguised as James O'Conner. His face was livid as he spelled out her latest transgression and the impact it had on him and the paper. His harangue went on and on, beating her down, dissecting her work habits and lack of concentration, etc. Any rational person would have seen his performance as the death-knell of her newspaper career. She was white-faced and trembling at the magnitude of her blunder and it's probable consequences as he reached his fiery summation "Mrs. McGreager, I'm sure you know that I do not own this newspaper. In fact, I am an employee just as you are except that I have more power and, unfortunately, more responsibility. We were almost sued several months ago because you messed up and switched names in a corruption article. Since I knew the people involved, I was able to head off any serious repercussions and things have gone well since. You have done well since. I've watched you closely and, frankly, I was pleased at the way you were working out after that last screw-up. Now you have committed a real bonehead mistake that is costing far greater problems. Once again I have squirmed out of a likely suit, but this time we're going to lose a ton of money. Can you imagine what would happen if this story got out? At the board of directors I would be asked, 'How did this happen? How did this full-page ad miss getting in the paper? Oh, you mean that this was an accident caused by a junior reporter in your employ! You mean the same one who wrote that Judge Simmons had been taking bribes? Why in God's name didn't you fire her then! This is going to cost us a fortune!' If I told them that instead of firing you, I gave you a severe spanking and, bluntly, screwed you afterwards, we'd both be out of work!" "Now, what are we going to do with you now? You had a second chance and blew it. Really blew it! You definitely should be fired now. However, there are two reasons that I'm hesitating in doing so." Lisa's heart that had been dropping all through the storm (and had reached her stomach, figuratively, of course), lurched upward at this breath of hope. Actually, O'Conner had blown off most of the steam that had built up in him during a long day's negotiations and his sympathy that had saved her before had resurfaced. "First, no one here knows about this and I want it to stay this was. How would I explain firing you? I could just force you to quit but I don't want to do that because, secondly, you have been doing good work and I have hopes for you in this business." Lisa's optimism soared at that, both from, seemingly, having been saved from being fired and from a very rare compliment from a harsh taskmaster. "However, if for a moment you think that you're going to get out of this scot-free, you're really wrong. I've sat here all day, bargaining with a furious customer and thinking of how to punish you! I want to make sure that you'll learn that you must concentrate at all times at this paper! You're going to get a spanking that will make the last one look like nothing! Then, when that's finished, I have a way to remind you, every day, of this entire mess. This "make good" is going to take twelve weeks, three months, and you're going to be reminded of your role in it every single day. Now, get your clothes off and get ready for the spanking of your life!" Lisa's heart plummeted again at his threat. All the good feeling that had buoyed her in the last minute evaporated at the thought of what was going to happen. "Oh, my God, he's going to spank me again....I can't stand it...I can't undress in front of him again...How did I get myself into this mess...." Then, a crushing blow, "He'll fuck me again....Oh, I can't stand it!" These thoughts flowed through her head as O'Conner pronounced sentence and, despite her mental refusal to accept that sentence, her fingers were undoing the buttons on her blouse. "I can't do it. I can't do it!" said her mind as those traitorous fingers loosened and removed her skirt. She stood there momentarily dressed only in her bra, panties and hose. She had dressed up today because she and George were to meet in town and have dinner to celebrate his birthday. She had worn her prettiest (and sexiest) underwear and stocking to prepare for "later" at home, but James O'Conner was the person who first saw her sexy display. It's peculiar how women are, or perhaps it's just nature, but even at that extremely traumatic moment, Lisa was aware of his eyes on her and felt a perverse thrill. Without really being aware that she was doing it, she paused momentarily and posed, knowing how sexy her display was. Then, suddenly realizing what she was doing, she, blushing profusely, unsnapped her bra, removed it, and slipped her panties off. Then, wearing only her garter belt and hose, and without waiting for his instructions, she walked over to where O'Conner was sitting and draped herself over his knees. Her mind kept saying "I can't do this," but her body knew better. The human mind is a wonderful thing in many ways, particularly in protecting us. Lisa knew that her previous spanking had hurt, but time had permitted her mind to forget how it actually felt. It didn't remember the actuality of the pain, only the memory of it. Lisa was soon reminded. O'Conner looked down at the unblemished skin of her bottom, skin covering the two rounded hills framed by the dark straps of her garter belt. While he had let off steam while berating her, he was still furious at the spot in which she had put him. None the less, he couldn't help but appreciate the curvy, feminine ass poised to receive his punishment and for which he had other plans. After that brief admiring survey of Lisa's behind, he raised his hand and brought it down with a thundering smack, a smack which was followed by a barrage – smack, smack, smack...on and on. With that first blow Lisa recalled the agony that she had suffered before and she let out a shriek that would have alerted anyone in 50 yards that a woman was being beaten in Editor James O'Conner's office. 911 might have been called. Fortunately (actually, by planning) no one was about and, in any case, his office was virtually sound proof. Lisa was not about to be rescued. After that first shriek, Lisa attempted to bear up and accept the punishment being meted out. Smack...smack...smack....SMACK....smack.....smack....SMACK. Hard slaps alternated with very hard ones, not letting her prepare herself or anticipate the timing or power. The skin that had been so unblemished at the start soon showed the impact of the slaps. Hand prints had shown clearly at first, but they now blended into one another creating a uniform crimson color. Gradually, even that uniformity began to be mottled with purplish splotches appearing. Each smack became more painful as every spot was hit multiple times and, after what seemed to be an unending series of smacks, her stoic acceptance vanished. She began twisting and thrashing in a futile effort to avoid the spanking hand and her valiant efforts to not beg gave way to moaning and pathetic cries for mercy. Smack... oooh....smack....oooow...smack....oh, god.....smack....oh, please....smack....please stop! Her pleas had little effect and, in fact, the blows came harder if anything. Smack...ooooow..... Smack....oh, Mr. O'Conner, please... SMACK.... please....SMACK! Finally, even her beseeching words gave way to pitiful moans and she just lay, a dead weight, over O'Conner's knees. That seemed to be a signal, for shortly afterwards he stopped the incessant spanking of her bottom and raised her to her feet. Oddly enough, she did not immediately react, still dazed by the painful ordeal which she had just gone through. However, as she was stood up, she leaned against him, crying piteously, saying, "Oh, it hurts. No more, please!" Unfortunately for her, the torment was not quite over. "Not yet, Mrs. McGreager. Bend over the desk. Yes, like that, but spread your legs." Lisa was, as months ago, resting with her elbows on the desk, her posterior raised high with her legs spread wide, exposing her most intimate areas to his gaze. His eyes took in, and he enjoyed, the delectable sight, but that was not his purpose in putting her in that position. Reaching past her, he took an eighteen inch, flat, wooden ruler from the desk. He brought the ruler back and then, without warning, swung it in an arc ending flush on her already aching ass....CRACK. The shriek this time might have been heard 75 yards away and she straightened up clutching her throbbing behind, the excruciating pain shooting through her like the proverbial knife. "Please, no more! Please." "Bend over the desk, Mrs. McGreager. You're not finished yet. I warned you that this would be worse than the last time. Now, bend over!" Lisa was beyond defiance at that point, and, with tears flowing, got back into position. Five more merciless cracks followed, placed one below the other until a row of dark welts covered the crimson-purple skin of her ass. Each time, Lisa involuntarily straightened up in agony and, then, obediently bent over. Finally, O'Conner turned the ruler horizontally and brought it up directly between her legs directly onto her cunt. Rather than straightening up, Lisa was driven forward and, before she could recover, another crack hit the same area. The pain was piercing, causing her to almost faint as she lay across the desk. When no more blows fell she gradually recovered her senses and realized that the beating was over. Still, she lay with her torso on the desk, bent at the waist, her legs spread wide, waiting for what she assumed to be next – her fucking by the man who had just spanked and humiliated her. A moment or two passed and nothing happened. Surprised and, she admitted, a bit disappointed, she raised up and looked behind her at O'Conner, wondering what was next. O'Conner was looking with avid interest at her exposed cunt and, as she turned around, her bare breasts. It was a tempting sight, but he wasn't finished with the program of punishment he had planned for her. "All right, Mrs. McGreager, you've received a through spanking which has left your bottom very red and, I'm certain, quite painful. However, this is not enough punishment for two reasons: first, the redness and pain will fade away soon and your memory evidently needs more frequent jogging to force you to pay attention to your work, and, secondly, I'll be making up for your dumb error every week for the next three months, long after you'll have forgotten this entire episode. I don't want that! I've been thinking about this ever since I agreed, once again against my better judgment, not to fire you and to use physical punishment instead. So, there are two conditions that you have to agree to if you are going to stay. First, every Saturday evening for the next three months you will present yourself here in my office for a spanking. That way we'll each suffer each week. Do you agree to that?" Lisa looked at him, wide eyed in shock, never having contemplated anything more than one vicious, painful spanking. Her mind was frozen at the prospect but, inevitably, she managed to stammer out, "Oh, Mr. O'Conner, this is awful. I.... I don't know how I'll manage to hide my bottom all that time, but...but I guess I have no choice. Will it have to be on Saturday every time?" Then, blushing, "I'll be, well, out of commission, sometimes, and other Saturdays I wouldn't be able to hide it from George." "Don't worry; I know the problems of female anatomy. If you have a problem with that or with your husband, we can alter the day. Now, the other "reminder" that I came up with." Opening the drawer of his desk, O'Conner pulled out a peculiar looking soft plastic instrument and stood it up on the surface. It was like a small, red, six-inch high slim cone, starting narrow from its base and flaring upward and outward until it was about an inch or a little more in diameter. The Reporter Ch. 02 "What on earth is that? Do I put that on my desk to remind me? Good heavens, it looks obscene!" O'Conner laughed at her naiveté, saying, "No, you most certainly will not place it on your desk – maybe, indirectly, on your chair! No, Mrs. McGreager, this is what is called a 'butt plug' for a very good reason. Bluntly, you are going to insert this item into your "butt" each morning when you get ready to come to work and leave it there the entire day. You'll sit with it up you, walk with it up you, go to lunch with it up you. It will stay in you until you get home and remove it. It will be a continual reminder of what happens if you don't keep your mind on what you're doing." "Oh, my god! You're kidding! That's indecent! Anyway, that thing would never fit into me! It's impossible!" "Yes, I guess it is 'indecent' in a way – somewhat like you sitting almost naked in my office with a little ass that is red and sore! Oh, it'll fit and you're going to wear it or you're going to quit or get fired. It's up to you. Now, if you're going to continue as a reporter, bend over the desk again and spread your legs!" This was almost more than Lisa could stand – forced to strip naked, be soundly spanked and slapped with a ruler and, now, faced with the complete humiliation of having her boss insert what looked like the Eiffel tower with a knob into her "little ass." Still, she was defeated and she knew that further protest would be futile. Reluctantly, she turned her back on him and, fearfully, bent over, legs spread, as ordered. She didn't know what to expect, but still she was startled as she felt his fingers separating the cheeks of her "little ass." She jumped as the cold knob of the plug touched her and was pushed against her opening. O'Conner had thoughtfully lubricated the instrument and as it was forced through her sphincter, it slid in without hindrance until it was firmly embedded in her rectum. The flat base filled the space between her cheeks, looking something like a round red flower planted there. For Lisa, it was a most peculiar feeling. She was used, in her brief married life, of having something firm planted in her cunt, but never in her ass. She felt full, very conscious of something lodged deep inside where nothing should be. Involuntarily she contracted the muscles of her bowels to eject the invader, but the cunning design of the knob of the butt plug locked the device inside. It would not come out by accident or by the normal ejaculatory actions – only by hand. So, there she was, bent over the desk with an intruder firmly implanted in her ass. Very shortly afterwards that intruder was joined by and almost as firm invader of her cunt as O'Conner's cock plunged into her. After seeing her stripped, spanking her and, finally, inserting the plug into her ass, his entrance was inevitable. He was too aroused by all those things to last very long, but he made up for brevity with intensity. His cock was like the piston in a cylinder, plunging in and out, faster and faster until the inevitable explosion took place, sending streams of cum deep into her passageway. For Lisa, the experience was shocking and unbelievable. While she had anticipated being fucked immediately after the spanking, the thought had left her mind as time had passed, particularly the insertion of the butt plug. She no longer was under the mental haze brought on by the spanking (when she was most vulnerable) and she was startled by the sudden penetration by someone other than her husband, almost as if Mr. O'Conner hadn't screwed her before. That immediate reaction was quickly replaced by the appalling thought, "He's fucking me again!" She had expected, and feared it, but the actual act of adultery still dismayed her when her mind was functioning normally. Even that reaction was brief, however, as her sexual "buttons" were pushed as the cock slid in and out and her clit was teased by the impact of O'Conner's balls. That, however, is not what made the entire experience unique for her. Each time O'Conner surged inward and smacked against her bottom, the base of the butt plug was hit, pushing the shaft inward, sending a completely new sensation through her. It was almost like being fucked in the cunt and ass at the same time. As he pulled out, the pressure on the plug relaxed and, as he pounded back in, both cock and plug surged pushed deeply into her inter recesses. Lisa had never experience any sexual stimulation in her ass – George had never even fingered her – and the new feeling of pleasure was totally unexpected. She went almost immediately from shock from being screwed when she hadn't expected it, to acceptance, to enthusiastic participant. She met O'Conner's inward thrusts with strong counter pushes of her own, intensifying the impact on the plug. As result, when he began the even more rapid insertions as he approached climax, she entered the throes of orgasm, grinding her ass and cunt against him as he shot into her. They stayed there for almost a minute, his cock still embedded in her, both briefly exhausted by the force of their mutual orgasms. Lisa was in a sort of a blissful emotional daze as she stayed there bent over the desk, not thinking, just lost in the residual glow of sexual satiety. Shortly, of course, the real world forced its way in and the thought of George dampened her euphoria. Guiltily, she straightened up, all too aware of her nakedness, too embarrassed to look directly at Mr. O'Conner. She became all too aware, also, of the pain and heat coming from her bottom and, as she placed her hand behind her, she was quickly reminded of the butt plug still firmly embedded in her asshole. At that point, the real world was just too much for her and she started to cry. "I can't believe this! I've been married for six months and here I am, naked in your office, spanked and, now," sobbing "you've screwed me for the second time! And now I've got to put this thing in my bottom every day and be spanked every week for the next three months! How am I going to hide this from George?" She was a pitiful sight, blushing and crying at the same time, and she certainly appealed to the softer side of James O'Conner, the curmudgeon of the newsroom. Still, he wasn't going to let her off the hook – his own troubles that she had caused precluded that – but he wasn't immune to her appeal. Also, he had no desire to see an enraged, and cuckolded, husband coming through his door. So, with a combination of true altruism and self-interest, he put his arm around her and said, "Come on, Mrs. McGreager, it's not that bad. Your husband hasn't been hurt and we'll see to it that he isn't. He doesn't have to know anything about the mess you caused here or your punishment. Any week that he is likely to see your ass if I've spanked it on Saturday, we'll do it on a different day. As for the butt plug, any day that he might see it before you leave for work, you can put it in here at the office. If he'll be home when you get there on some days, you can take it out before you leave. I want your promise, however, that you will not take advantage of those changes! I want you to have that in every day to remind you of this whole situation and to keep your mind on your work. Now, as far as screwing is concerned, I'm sure that you won't tell your husband, and I certainly won't, so there's no way he'll find out. If you'll excuse the term, your cunt won't be any different by the time he is likely to see it! I'm certainly not intending to take advantage of you – things have just gotten out of hand these last two times – and all that sure to happen in the future is spanking. Unless you want it, of course!" It most certainly an odd situation and Lisa McGreager, understandably, hardly knew how to react. Standing there, naked with his arm, her boss's arm, around her was peculiar enough, but hearing his rationalization about what was still adultery and his comment on the condition of her cunt left her speechless. Rationalization or not, however, his matter-of-fact dismissal of the "problem" did seem to ease her immediate guilt feelings. She knew those feelings would be back, but she felt better then. In addition, his effort to make things easier for her to conceal the evidence of her punishment made her feel a bit better. Maybe this would be painful, in a number of ways, but bearable. She would still have her valued job and the condominium which had let to her first sacrifice. George would never have to know of her gross mistakes at work or the moral indiscretions which had paid for those mistakes. She still had three months of payments to make, but she could bear it. They held that position for a short time longer and, oddly enough she was not particularly self-conscious, even with his arm around her, even when he lightly squeezed her breast as he let her go. The embarrassment came as she reached for her panties and pulled them on as he watched. She suddenly was much more aware of the butt plug and how he had inserted it into her. Somehow, that thought was more traumatic that the spanking or, even, the screwing. Blushing profusely, she quickly fit her breasts into her bra, and reaching for her skirt, she hesitated. "Do you think I can walk down to my cubicle like this?" Blushing for what seemed the one-hundredth time, she continued, "I'm meeting my husband for dinner to celebrate his birthday and I brought a dress and shoes in a garment bag and left them hanging in the by my desk." Surprisingly, her boss replied, "You go ahead and fix yourself up and I'll go get them. You can use my bathroom to get ready." Accepting his offer, Lisa went into his very fancy bathroom and began making some very necessary repairs to her makeup. She was able to hide the ravages that crying had done and, in general, disguise the visible damage done by the spanking. There was nothing she could do, of course, about the continual burning sensation from her bottom or the continued presence of the plug in her ass. Oddly, she had no real guilt feelings about being screwed at that moment – those would come later when she had time to think. Finally, she had made all the improvements she could make to her face, combed her hair. Finished, and without even thinking about it, she stepped out into O'Conner's office, still attired in nothing but bra, panties, garter belt and hose, just as her boss returned with her dress, shoes and., thoughtfully, her purse. Not even blushing now, she took her "little black dress" and slipped into it while O'Conner watched the process with great interest. (Seeing a pretty young woman dress in front of him was hardly a common occurrence! A 50+ widower had few such opportunities.) When she had difficulty getting her zipper up in back, he automatically reached over and pulled it up. They acted as if this was all normal, all matter of fact. She put on her shoes and stood up, checking herself in the mirror on the bathroom door, and prepared to leave. It was quite surreal, each acting as if nothing had gone on before and that this was a routine event. As she reached the door she turned, and with another blush, simply said, "Thank You." Thank you to the man who had just spanked her and given her an odious schedule for the next six months! He smiled in reply and, sounding like a father sending his daughter off on a date, said, "Now remember, don't let your husband see your behind! It's a dead giveaway. And, don't forget that 'insert' Monday morning. But have a good time tonight." Wow, fatherly advice and good wishes from crusty, rigid old James O'Conner! Lisa would have been shocked at another time, but she was shocked out. Blushing again, she ruefully smiled at him, saying, "Oh, I'll remember my bottom....you made sure of that! You've given me a couple of things to keep from my husband and a spanking is probably the least important! And I'll put the 'thing' in Monday, I promise. Good night." The ability to compartmentalize one's actions and thoughts is a talent of great value, a talent the women probably have more than men. Lisa showed that ability to a surprising degree that night as she and George celebrated his 25th birthday, the first he had as a married man. It was almost as there were two Lisas in the same body. One Lisa was happy and vivacious as she sat across from her husband in the restaurant, taking pleasure in the ambiance, the conversation, and what turned out to be a delicious meal. She obviously was enjoying the romantic evening they had planned, her mind uncluttered by the problems of the day. The other Lisa was all too conscious of those problems and their immediate impact. Every time she moved on the chair seat, pain radiated like extremely bad sunburn from her abused bottom. When she sat square on the seat, the pressure sent the plug slightly further into her rectum, creating a sensation that was impossible to describe and brought to mind the afternoon's "recreation." The two Lisas were in the same body, but that compartmentalization permitted a very pleasant, even romantic, birthday celebration. As they drove home, however, the real world and Lisa number two came to the forefront. They repaired to the bedroom immediately upon arrival, George, particularly, eager for the next stage in the celebration. Lisa, all too conscious of dangerous revelations, moved carefully. She removed her dress and posed seductively in her sheer underwear, causing George's desire to grow even higher, and quickly went into the bathroom carrying a sexy nightgown. With the door shut, she finished undressing and, with some difficulty, pulled the butt plug out of her asshole. Feeling it gone, she felt empty, somehow, as if the hole were still open. She carefully washed it off and hid it in her "woman's supplies" drawer where it certainly would be safely hidden. She turned to the mirror and gasped as she saw the dark red-purple bruising covering her bottom cheeks and, worse, the even darker welts from the ruler crossing them. She covered the entire area with soothing lotion, put on her concealing gown, and went out. While George was in the bathroom, she dimmed the lights until it was almost dark, removed her gown and lay on her back, hiding her back side and hoping that its injured state would go unnoticed. When George joined her, he discovered that little foreplay was needed since her cunt was already very well lubricated. Obviously, she was a ready as he so, raising her legs over his shoulders, he slid into her very slippery cunt. Lisa had not been thinking of the afternoon's screwing until that exact moment, but as he entered so easily, the thought... "My God, I'm still wet from before! Mr. O'Conner put his stuff in me!" The thought had conflicting effects, a quick burst of guilt and then, surprisingly, a surge in the sexual excitement built up during the evening. Perversely, the idea of having two men screwing.... no... fucking her in the same day suddenly was stimulating, not repelling. It turned out to be one of the best and most successful sexual evenings of their first year of marriage. Lying awake that night, after George had gone to sleep, Lisa replayed the day's events in her head and found them to be unbelievable. She had started the day happy and chipper, gone to the depths of despair, survived a monumental spanking, been screwed, had a wonderful birthday dinner with her husband, gone to bed and been screwed again. Adulterous and marital sex within hours of each other and both extremely satisfying in their own way. Obviously the spanking and subsequent sex with Mr. O'Conner had had no negative impact on the pleasure of sex with George and may have actually enhanced it. None of this made any sense to her, but as she drowsily recapitulated all of these events while slipping off to sleep, everything had ended up well. When she woke up Sunday morning, some things would appear less pleasant – guilt would resurface, remembering the butt plug and future spankings, wondering about her relationship with her boss – all would cast a cloud over her parade, but that was tomorrow. In fact, Sunday went fairly well. Those threatening thoughts did haunt her a bit, but she was able to hide her bruised bottom from George and her naturally cheerful disposition let her see the good side, i.e. she still had a job, the apartment was still theirs and, certainly not least, Mr. O'Conner had actually included a compliment in his harangue. Monday morning was something else. It started out as an unmitigated disaster and went downhill from there. One of their cars was in the garage, so Lisa and George were driving in together. George usually left earlier, so Lisa was rushed to get ready at the same time, and, as a result, almost forgot her "thing" (as she thought of it). Hurrying into the bathroom, she took it out of the drawer, put some lubricant on it and attempted to insert it to its proper location – but it wouldn't go in! The nervous tension, the need to hurry, the unique experience of trying to put it in, all conspired to convince her sphincter muscle that nothing should pass. She already was uptight about going back to the site of the newspaper catastrophe and facing Mr. O'Conner, and now she couldn't stick that damn butt plug up her ass. Then, George called impatiently, "Hurry, Honey, I'll be late for my meeting!" adding to her complete frustration. Wrapping the atrocious thing in a Kleenex, she stuck it in her purse, planning to try again at work. Unfortunately, even that didn't work. The stall in the ladies room was just too cramped to position herself properly and, in any case, her stalwart sphincter was still guarding the entrance – it just wouldn't go in. At that point she was so uptight and aggravated that she would have given up and thrown the "thing" in the trash, except she was afraid that the consequences would have been even more disastrous. Finally, almost in tears from frustration, she did something inconceivable. Grabbing some papers from her desk as a pretext, she forced herself to knock on the door of Mr. O'Conner's office. He had his usual forbidding frown on his face as he looked up in surprise, but, seeing the strained expression on her face, merely asked, "Yes, Mrs. McGreager?" Normally Lisa was diffident when approaching her boss, but this time she was beyond being frightened by a mere frown. Walking up to the desk, she pulled the offending object from her purse, slammed it onto the desk and said, "I can't get this damn thing into me! It's too damn big to fit!" Her actions and words were so out of character the O'Conner almost laughed (something he often did outside of the newsroom), but, seeing that she was almost at the breaking point, he restrained himself. With utmost seriousness he said, hiding an involuntary grin, "Now I'm sure we can fix that. Come over here." First checking to see that the office door was securely shut, he went into the bathroom and returned with a tube of some sort of lubricant. He got behind Lisa and bent her over the desk, lifted her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties. Squeezing a bit of the lubricant onto the end of the butt plug, he separated the cheeks of her ass with the fingers of his left hand and placed the knob of the plug against her asshole. With a slight twisting motion, he pushed inward. This time the guardian sphincter recognized the invader as a friend and let it enter. With the blunt end in, the shaft followed easily and, once again, Lisa was impaled. Giving her bottom a light spank, he pulled her panties over her hips, and, raising her upright, let her skirt drop into place. "There you are! No problem at all. Now, go back to work." This was said with one of his rare smiles, but Lisa didn't even see it. If her face had been flushed with embarrassment Saturday, it was red now. Without question, this was the most embarrassing and humiliating experience in her entire life – and probably would continue to be so if she lived to be 100. Coming in angry and aggravated, being uncharacteristically assertive in her frustration, being treated almost like a child as her boss lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, used his fingers to open her up and, finally, sticking that "thing" into her asshole – impossible! Then patronizingly patting her on the bottom, like an uncle patting the head of his niece who has done something cute, and sending her off to work! The Reporter Ch. 02 Cringing (mentally, at least), Lisa grabbed her papers from the desk and scurried for the door, not saying a word. Unfortunately, as she stepped out she stole a glance back, just in time to see a fleeting smile cross the normally stoic face of James O'Conner. That was the final straw – she amused him! Hiding her flushed face behind the papers, she hurried to her cubicle and dropped into her chair, being impaled further by the "thing" plugged into her ass. There really is no word for her mental state – embarrassment, humiliation, mortification – none are enough. The graphic pictures that flowed through her mind, the image that she had of herself in his office, were almost too much to bear. Fortunately, she had no major assignment to handle that morning, for it was past lunch time before she settled down to almost normal status. However, even hours later as she was driving home, her mind continually flashed back to that moment when he inserted the butt plug and familiarly patted her bottom. The shocking thing that confused her and kept her mentally replaying the humiliating scene was the fact that she had been sexually aroused by the whole scenario. She hated what had happened but she was aroused at the same time. Being handled and controlled in such an amused, masterly way should have infuriated her – but it didn't! In fact, she admitted to herself that she had felt a real rush of sexual excitement in her cunt as he inserted the "thing." The idea that he might have seen her cunt get wet caused her face to turn crimson hours later. This was an unexpected indignity. It was one thing to be sexually aroused after being spanked (even if it hurt horribly), even having an orgasm, and having him know it. That didn't bother her particularly. This did! A very happily married woman, married less than a year, having her cunt literally dripping because another man did lewd things to her! Incredible! Fortunately, Lisa did not have any direct contact with Mr. O'Conner for the next several days, so she managed to recover her composure but she was still, occasionally, haunted by the events of that morning. Tuesday of that week, George had his own car back so her preparation for work was not as harried since she left some time after him. As a result, she was able to insert the plug past her reluctant sphincter fairly easily although the whole idea of doing so still appalled her. She was, of course, continually aware of it inside of her, sitting walking, attending meetings, even, one time, interviewing a minister and a group of pious church ladies, all of whom would have fainted if they had known. She felt nervous, at first, afraid that it would fall out at the worst possible moment. It couldn't, of course, and that fear soon left her. After the first few days, it was just there and it did serve the purpose of reminding her constantly of the need to pay attention and not get careless in her work. There was one surprising result of being impaled full time that shocked her. That was the realization that when shifting position while sitting from one hip to the other, the "thing" moved, giving her a bit of a tingle, both in her bottom and her cunt. She found herself, subconsciously, switching from side to side, the plug moving slightly in and out, sending pleasant tremors through her. When she caught herself doing this, she felt guilty and stopped, but it did feel good. Inevitably, Saturday came again and she stood in O'Conner's, his scowling face telling her that she was going to be sore very soon. That afternoon he had made the first of many cancellations of charges as the agreed "make good" ads. He was prepared to get some vengeance on the person who had caused the catastrophe. "All right, Mrs. McGreager, take off your clothes and come here. Lisa never questioned that she had to strip naked to be spanked, she just did as ordered. Shortly afterwards, wearing nothing but her knee socks, the butt plug like a red flower in her asshole, she was draped over O'Conner's knees, being soundly spanked. Smack...smack...SMACK....smack..... Smack.....smack....SMACK. As before, hard slaps alternated with very hard ones, not letting her anticipate the timing or power. The skin that had by mid-week returned to its normal smooth, unmarked state, very quickly became mottled red, the red spreading until no white remained. As in her last two spankings, Lisa tried to be stoic, not struggling or complaining. That, also as before, didn't last long as she began twisting about to avoid the blows, while starting to moan and plead. Smack...Ow...smack...Ohooo... SMACK..... OUCH....smack.....God, please......smack....moan.....smack...groan....SMACK. Crying and pleading had no effect and the spanking went on and on, not stopping until O'Conner's hand became tired. Lifting her onto her feet, he bent her over the desk, saying, "Spread your legs and hold still." Lisa, knowing what was coming, cried, "Please, not the ruler! It's just too bad!" Ignoring her, he brought the flat ruler down sharply across her ass, sending waves of a different pain through her. Three more times the ruler stung her bottom, followed by two directly up across her cunt. Her agonized shrieks filled the room until the last blow fell. The cessation finally brought relief to Lisa, but she made no effort to straighten up, knowing what was coming. With his cock rampant, O'Conner moved between her wide spread legs and easily slid into her well-lubricated cunt and proceeded to fuck her. At first she just stayed there, open and receptive for him to take her, but her own internal fires soon led her to become an active participant in the screwing. With the butt plug acting almost like a second cock, she was assaulted in both holes. Bucking back against him, ignoring the pangs from her assaulted ass, Lisa reached orgasm before he did, squirming backward, trying to get as much sensation as possible. The difference in timing was not great, however, as he ejaculated deep within her, staying rigid against her for several moments after, finally pulling out of her cunt and helping her up. As expected, once again the atmosphere was somewhat strained as Lisa began to put her clothes on. In a way, however, she felt less embarrassed about the entire situation. It had happened three times now, and standing naked as she dressed was less of a problem. Even the pain in her bottom, while really agonizing, seemed less intense since she had been prepared for the punishment before she came in. Surprisingly, she was not, right then, anyway, plagued by guilt feelings for being screwed. Somehow adultery – the third time – was not as troubling. She certainly would have qualms later, particularly at night or when she and George had sex, but right now it didn't concern her. O'Conner had no problem, of course. He had worked off his anger by spanking her ass. In addition, he had no difficulty admitting to himself that the entire situation had worked out very well for him. He still was angered when he thought of the money lost, and to be lost, by her mistake, but he was being personally rewarded. Seeing a pretty young woman naked, putting the butt plug up her ass, seeing and feeling her as he spanked her and, then, being able to fuck her – what more could he ask. In addition, she was happily married, so he had no risk of an entanglement as with a single woman! In addition, he had the real pleasure of assuring her growth in the newspaper field as he acted as her patron. It would have surprised her to learn that, despite the punishment and his gruff exterior, he really liked her and was being quite protective of her nascent career. His only real concern was to be certain that her husband continued to be ignorant of her sexual activities. In any case, a pattern was set. Each Saturday she appeared in O'Conner's office, stripped, was spanked and screwed. A few variations did work in, however. For example, the fourth week of her sentence, Lisa, after undressing asked, "Mr. O'Conner, could you please not use the ruler on me tonight?" In response to his "Why," she responded, blushing profusely as she did so, "Last Saturday night George and I were.....well, making love [the blush became deeper] ...and his hand ran over my.....my bottom. He felt one of the raised welts the ruler leaves and asked if I had hurt myself. It was dark so he couldn't see, and he forgot it after we finished. But, I'm afraid if he feels it again that he will want to look and.....and he'll see how red and striped I am. Please don't use it." O'Conner naturally concerned about Lisa's husband quickly agreed. Consequently, he just hand spanked her that night and she was spared the ruler on her ass and cunt. However, when O'Conner was finished with the hand spanking and helped her to her feet, Lisa leaned over the desk with her legs wide apart without being instructed to do so. She received the usual fucking in the usual position without the usual ruler smacking. It left no doubt that she accepted, perhaps even welcomed, O'Conner's penetration of her cunt. That became the pattern from then on – to avoid the risk of the welts, and an outraged husband, the ruler was retired but the screwing went on. Half way through her sentence of 12 weeks, a new variation developed. She had been faithful to her pledge to wear the "thing" every day, and putting it in each morning became an easy, rote procedure. As she walked around, sat down, everything, it had become almost a natural part of her daily life. Once in a while she became very conscious of it residing in her anal passageway, but most of the time it was just there at the periphery of her consciousness. When she came in for her weekly spanking on the seventh Saturday (over half-way there), it was firmly in place, as always. Almost routinely, she removed her clothes and, naked, lay over his knees. Usually, O'Conner began spanking immediately, but this time he ran his hand over the smooth skin of her ass, and, then, lightly pressed in on the plug several times, causing it to send tremors through her. Unexpectedly, he even ran his hand between her thighs and felt her cunt. This was the first time that he had done anything but spank and then screw her. Feeling and fondling was something new and created a different situation – a more personal one – for Lisa. That didn't last long, however, because the feeling of her cunt was followed by the first of a series of thunderous SMACKS! Coming immediately after the sensual fondling, the SMACK surprised Lisa and caused her to almost lift off her perch on his knees. O'Conner gripped her more firmly and proceeded to belabor her bottom with some of the hardest blows ever. SMACK...Ow...smack....Ohooo, my God....SMACK..... OUCH....SMACK.....God, please......SMACK....ohoooo.....SMACK...groan....SMACK. The spanking seemed, to her, to go on forever. In addition, in a new wrinkle, the spanking hand, which usually had avoided the plug, now hit on it directly quite often, sending the most peculiar combination of pleasure and pain coursing through her. Soon, she was reduced to squirming and twisting to avoid the blows while arching up toward the spanking hand when the right hit sent a throb of pleasure flashing through her. Abruptly, O'Conner stopped the spanking, stood her onto her feet and positioned her over the desk. Lisa was certainly ready to be taken as always happened at that point, but instead of immediately entering her, he, again, ran his hands all over her bottom and, even probed her cunt with his finger. Nothing like this had occurred before, but Lisa was tremendously aroused by his actions. Then, most surprising of all, he took hold of the lip on the butt plug and, without warning, pulled it out. Here before him was the opening into Lisa's asshole, dilated and beckoning, a round target begging for penetration. That, of course, was the next step. O'Conner leaned forward over her, his cock rigid, but instead of plunging into her cunt, it slid easily into her ass. She had never been penetrated there before, even by a finger, and it normally would have required considerable effort (and, perhaps, pain) to get in. However, after weeks of wearing the plug, her passageway was stretched so that it accommodated his cock with no difficulty at all. For Lisa, the shock was unreal. She had expected, and, subconsciously, wanted, to be screwed, to have a cock in her cunt. She was still in the semi-dazed, submissive mental state, not really thinking after the hard spanking. At first, she was actually unaware of what was happening. She felt the plug being pulled out, of course, and was still absorbing that startling event when O'Conner replaced the inanimate object with his cock. Full realization of what was happening didn't really occur until he pulled out most of the way and plunged back in. Suddenly, like a flash of light, the reality hit – "He's in my......my ass! I'm being.....being.....buggered!" That was her last coherent thought as O'Conner continued to fuck her asshole, his cock going in and out like a piston. She was quickly lost in the surge of unique sensations that assaulted her as, for the first time, she was subjected to anal intercourse. Fortunately, she had not been required to think, "should I or shouldn't I", not had to go through any decision process at all. He was in her and fucking her before she was aware, and sexual arousal began before any censorious thoughts or of feminine modesty could diminish her pleasure. Shortly, she was meeting his plunges with surges of her own, being ass-fucked and loving it. It wasn't long until O'Conner lost control of his thrusting, overcome by the stimulation, rushing to an irrepressible climax as he ground his pelvis to her bottom, pushing inward with tremendous force as his cum gushed into her rectum. Depleted and sated, he slumped down on her back, momentarily exhausted. For Lisa, it was a different kind of orgasm, more of a continual surge of intense pleasure rather than a sudden explosion, a pleasure she would want again. O'Conner recovered quickly, and pulled his deflated cock out of her and stood back as Lisa straightened up and turned toward him. Unlike the other times that he had had her, when he had just stood back and watched her dress, he was clearly discomfited and ill at ease. Lisa, also, was uncomfortable, not knowing quite how to react as she turned to face him. It was a very awkward situation. Finally, O'Conner didn't something very rare for him – he apologized. "Mrs. McGreager, Lisa, I'm sorry about that. I'm afraid I got carried away and......well... Look, when I pulled the plug out I couldn't help myself. I just had to enter you that way. I hope you're not too upset or that I hurt you." Lisa was startled out of her bemused state. Mr. O'Conner had unexpectedly apologized to her but, even more surprising, he also, for the first time, called her "Lisa." He had always been very correct when addressing her, even after screwing her! It's amazing what one word, or name, can do. In a way, it changed her whole perspective, made it more personal. It was hard to say it was actually more personal – she was standing, completely naked, facing a man who had just sodomized her after giving her a sound spanking – but it seemed so. "Hesitantly, she forced herself to reply, "No, I'm not really upset about that. I've never had anything like that done to me before, but you've had me every week lately and I guess using a different hole doesn't make that much difference." She was blushing profusely and smiling ruefully as she talked, coloring even more as she added, "It didn't hurt. I've had another hard thing in there for weeks now so a different one didn't hurt." Reassured, O'Conner gave one of his rare smiles, saying, "Well, I'm glad the new experience didn't bother you. You and your husband had never done anything like that? I'm surprised in this day and age." "No, we've never done anything......back there. That "thing" was the first thing ever to go into me back there." Blushing again, she added, "I guess you're the second!" It was an awkward situation and neither seemed to know quite what to do. Rather than reaching for her clothes, Lisa just stood there naked, facing him, not even trying to cover herself as she normally did after they had sex. O'Conner, for the first time, really saw Lisa completely exposed. He had seen everything, of course, but not with her standing unashamedly three feet in front him, not scrabbling for her clothes. She was very pleasant to look at. Medium sized but perky breasts capped with small, pink and very erect nipples. A flat stomach which had at its base a triangle of auburn hair that pointed like an arrow head to the area between her legs where her cunt resided. Always before, after finishing screwing Lisa, he quickly put his cock away and closed his pants, but in the peculiar aftermath this time, caught up in determining her state of mind, he had neglected to do so. Seeing her standing there nude, everything on display, caused a very natural reaction – his cock got hard again and emerged from his trousers. Time seemed to stand still for a moment with neither moving. Lisa looked with fascination at the other "thing" that had been in her and didn't move, waiting for whatever happened. O'Conner also stood, hesitating, with his eyes glued to her cunt hair at her crotch. Suddenly, the impasse was broken as he stepped forward, took Lisa by the arm and turned her around. Without any hint of indecision, she bent over the desk, spread her legs inviting him in. Within seconds, he was buried in her – in her cunt this time, not her ass. He fucked her vigorously, and she responded with equal intensity. As his hips flexed in and out, his hands squeezed her breasts, something he hadn't done before. Both were panting loudly with the expenditure of energy, building toward an explosive culmination. She began spasming in orgasm first, grinding back against him, triggering his climax as he pushed in even deeper. For the second time that evening he sent cum surging through her, filling her cunt as he had filled her ass. O'Conner virtually collapsed onto Lisa's back in exhaustion as they leaned there, drained of energy. This was the first time in at least twenty years that he had come twice in an evening, much less in one-half hour. For her, it was the first time ever that she had been screwed twice in one night. The intensity of their sex acts left them both breathless and little was said after they straightened up from the desk. That intensity also made it a bit awkward again since they were not normal lovers. O'Conner, in particular, was confused, wondering what to say because, obviously, that evening had to change their relationship in some way. Finally, as she dressed, he said, "I guess you can stop wearing the butt plug now. You've been quite faithful in keeping your promise and I don't think you need that reminder to keep your mind on your work anymore. I think it did its job." Lisa smiled and replied, "Well that would be a relief. I've been afraid that one of these days I would forget and George would see it." Then, with what seemed her one-hundredth deep blush, went on, "I guess it did its job, all right. It opened me up to new possibilities and opportunities!" O'Conner actually grinned at her sense of humor, adding, "Don't forget, you still have five weeks to pay off your debt to me. I'll bet there'll be other opportunities!" O'Conner was correct, of course, and in those next five weeks the hard spankings continued because he was annoyed, weekly, by having to sign off on free ads. The spankings, however, were all followed by sex with one opening or the other of Lisa's body receiving careful attention. Three times it was her cunt, twice her ass and once she was introduced to oral sex (i.e. cock sucking) when her monthly problem disrupted things. (Her spanking was held a different day that week, giving an extra helping of sex.) When the last ad had been paid for (by Lisa's bottom) and her sentence was over, O'Conner congratulated her on taking her punishment and on her new concentration on her job, and, reluctantly, saw her dress and leave his office after the twelfth week. It was the end, as he saw it, of an extraordinarily pleasant chastising of an employee – usually it was just a tongue lashing or a firing, not spanking and sex. Thus, he was surprised and taken aback when, after closing the next Saturday, Lisa came into his office, proceeded to strip naked in front of him and, without saying a word, bent over his desk with her legs wide spread. The spanking was over (for then, anyway), but the sex wasn't! The Reporter Ch. 02 As time passed, the sexual relationship continued, but it remained just that, not an "affair" in the normal sense. Obviously the intimacy caused some changes, but not a great deal – she was a reporter and he her editor, with privileges! O'Conner began calling her "Lisa," which he usually did with established reporters, but it was a very long time before she could bring herself to address him as "James" or "Jim". He remained Mr. O'Conner. She never became so blasé the she had no qualms or guilt feeling when having sex with George, particularly when she was already freshly lubricated, but she reasoned (or rationalized) that he really wasn't missing anything and, anyway, the entire experience would not have occurred if she hadn't been protecting their livelihood and their home!