1 comments/ 20347 views/ 3 favorites The Reporter By: hotchkiss Susan D. Wolstenholme was in her mid twenties very ambitious and was already a respected reporter/journalist on local television. She believed her current assignment covering an insignificant college fete was well below her abilities and was the kind of work she would usually refuse point blank. During their frank discussion even her editor who she had a good working relationship with seemed genuinely bemused as to why she had been chosen. Though just as unaware of the reason Susan had been selected as she was he stressed the fact that in his opinion that someone influential must have requested her attendance personally. Furthermore in an earlier briefing the station's hierarchy had made it plain to him that her refusal would not be looked on at all favourably. So here she was then, thought a mildly irritated Susan, miles from anywhere, she had purposefully arrived late on Friday afternoon. After being made most welcome by the Principal, a Mrs. Veronica McWhirter and her pretty assistant Elizabeth Montgomery, the latter had stared at Susan far to much for comfort, she had been given a brief outline of the weekends events. To be honest she was not very pleasant with them and had been fairly unreceptive to their attempts at conversation, which clearly perturbed the Principal. She got little pleasure from antagonising them but couldn't help herself; she paid the main context of the conversation little attention. Susan's ire faded a little as Veronica McWhirter's discomfort grew, though her thoughts gradually grew more focused on why Elizabeth Montgomery kept looking at her in that strange way. Well used to the ways the public saw her in either awe or disrespect and the various ways they reacted to her or her contemporaries treated her Susan felt confused by the stares. There was something else showing in the woman's eyes that she could not quite put her finger on, almost as if the young woman knew something she didn't but soon would. After the uncomfortable exchange Veronica McWhirter excused herself and left Elizabeth to finish welcoming their unenthusiastic guest. Susan had been shown to one of the Academy's quite sumptuous guest rooms in the West wing by a striking young man who had graciously carried her luggage. She wondered who had conspired so hard to get her here in person, and why. The rooms were adequate and nicely furnished with good quality antique furniture though there were no chairs save for a single upholstered stool at the vanity table. A big old brass bed took up most of one wall, it looked really comfortable and she sauntered over and wrapped her fingers about the thick curved main frame of the highly ornate lower bedstead for support as she cautiously tested the softness of the mattress with her other hand. Satisfied that it was comfortable enough for her needs Susan spent a while unpacking then went into the small bathroom and started running a bath. Once the bath was filling she decided to try and call Tony again for some reason since she had arrived here her mobile phone had been playing up. In frustration she cast it down on the vanity table when it refused to function properly. She was to be trapped here for at least two days and she smiled to herself thinking how much fun Tony and her could have in that big brass bed. After a long relaxing bath she slipped into that long tight-bodied peach nightdress that Tony loved so much, pulling it tight she laced it up the front. As she fastened the chain on which hung the Celtic cross he had bought her last week Susan thought of him again. In fact as her mind wandered her thoughts became quite rude making her feel somewhat aroused. Standing before the mirror Susan watched her reflection's nipples stiffen beneath the thin satin as a delicious butterfly of excitement fluttered through her abdomen. In mere moments the intensity of her arousal had grown incredibly. The compulsion was too great to resist, she did not masturbate often but she found the urge to do so irresistible now. Watching herself in the vanity table mirror her breath grew ragged as she touched an aching rock hard nipple with her fingertips. In a detached manner she watched her reflection's other hand alighted on her ribcage, she watched it unhurriedly slither down over her body like it had a mind of it's own. At an agonisingly slow pace it slid snakelike over the smooth peach satin towards her heated mound, her eyes stared at the mirror avidly, she wanted to close them but couldn't. The soft hiss of her fingers sliding over the satin seemed incredibly loud in the otherwise silent room, apart from her urgent breathing and thumping heartbeat that is. Her fingertips had just reached the swell of her pubis when the soft knock on her door broke the spell, attempting to gather her composure she called out. "Just a minute I'll be right there." In a state of mild panic she turned from the mirror and grabbed her dressing gown and pulled it around her. Striking a pose of aloof defiance she took up position before the bed and folded her arms over her breasts to hide her traitorous nipples attempts to betray her excitement, that part at least was easy. Desperately she attempted to erase the flushed guilty expression from her face with only minor success. "OK come in." she called out in an authoritative tone. The door swung inwards seemingly of it's own accord. Susan realised that she had been so absorbed in her fantasy that she hadn't even locked the door; any one could have come in and caught her in a most embarrassing position. For what seemed a long moment no one entered then a barefoot young girl bearing a tray swept silently into the room. She wore a loose black silk dressing gown tied about the waist by a bright scarlet belt. Her abundant long gleaming jet-black mane was gathered tightly into a ponytail high on the back of her head and cascaded freely down her back. "I've brought you a night-cap," the girl said quietly holding her head down hiding her eyes from Susan as she closed the door with her rump. Perhaps due to her journalistic instinct Susan found herself inspecting the girl quite closely as she moved past her towards the bedside table with the tray. She was foreign or something Susan decided noting the golden tone of her glowing skin, a lot of women would kill for skin like that she thought. Examining the passing girl's profile she noticed her unusual hairline with its prominent widow's peak and her unusually pointed ears but paid them little heed. For someone supposedly ready for bed this girl wore a hell of a lot of jewellery. Her pointed ears alone had several rings, clasps and sleepers adorning them. All of her slender long nailed fingers bore one or more rings and several bangles slid noisily down her forearms as she put the tray down. "Excuse me, could you possibly spare me some of your precious time Ms. Wolstenholme?" asked the girl seemingly timid but with the slightest undertone of sarcasm present in her voice. Something was amiss, it seemed strange to Susan that the girl was purposefully averting her gaze from her as she spoke; mistakenly Susan took this for shyness. She presumed this was going to be another one of those tedious "How does one become a big TV star" chats that pissed her off thought Susan. That warm aroused feeling bubbled restrained but insistent within her and she wanted to get rid of her uninvited guest rapidly, partly to relieve the threatening embarrassment she would feel if the girl noticed her state of arousal. Probably the quickest way to dismiss this amazingly attired young girl would be to allow her request to talk briefly thought Susan. "Yeah sure, sit down and relax." she attempted to mask the indifference in her voice as she spoke, "call me Susan, what's your name?" After finishing shuffling the items on the small tray seemingly nervous the girl sat herself gingerly on the edge of the bed without speaking. The girl glanced up flashing a brief look at the woman stood before her and smiled as if she was afraid of speaking to a nationally recognised celebrity. The girl's reticence to speak caused a peculiar mix of anger and warmth to develop within Susan. "What do you want then young lady?" Susan waited for the girls name trying to make herself sound important as she crossed to the bed and sat next to the reticent young girl. "Sorry! Raven, call me Raven, err Susan" came the quietly whispered reply as the girl looked up. Their eyes met properly for the first time as the whispering girl turned her head and smiled coyly at her from beneath her thick lashes, her eyes rose to greet Susan's. Vivid green dark ringed irises that seemed to shine almost iridescently from her beautiful long lashed, heavily made up exceptional almond shaped eyes. The very sight of them sent a deliciously unnatural shiver tingling down the length of Susan's spine. Their fiery greenness seemed to ensnare her; they burnt into her unprepared soul relentlessly. Her breath stilled, Susan couldn't stop herself gazing dreamily into the girl's big dilated deep black pupils. At last she gasped drawing a needed gulp of air into her now tortured lungs, somewhere deep down inside her psyche an alarm bell had sounded. It broke Susan's wandering chain of thought suddenly bringing her back to the real world, she realised she was staring at the girl something more than was a polite manner. Disturbed to discover how aroused she was once again becoming and what her thoughts had turned to as she had stared into the girl's eyes she openly blushed. "Well hurry up then!" she endeavoured to hide the breathless wavering tone in her voice. Turning half away Susan carefully focused her gaze on the jumbled contents of the vanity table opposite. For now at least she regained her composure and tried to fend off the sexual urges that were running riot in her. How embarrassing it could be if she should obey the perverse ache that ceaselessly urged her to make a pass at the girl and she was refused or worse. Think what her associates in the press would write, they would have a field day assassinating her if the story came out. Surely she was misreading the blatant come on the girl's gorgeous eyes had appeared to flash at her. "I have seen you on television many times Susan" the girl began quietly. Instinctively Susan knew the girl was looking at her but desperately tried to concentrate her own gaze on the vanity table. "I am on TV most nights!" Susan's tone was terse and a little annoyance slipped out revealing her discomfort, which she found she instantly regretted. "Oh!" the girl sounded hurt. "I'm sorry Raven you see I'm feeling a little tense this evening" she lied feeling guilty still staring at the vanity table. "That's all right, honest" the girl's sympathetic soft gentle voice soothed "I understand, and you know Susan I really admire you." Silence reigned for a moment as Raven paused almost as if to see if her words had caused any effect on Susan before proceeding. Susan could sense the girl's eyes boring into her from behind as she deliberately averted her eyes. During this time Susan's elusive gaze fell on the large vanity table mirror where she saw the other girl reflected there in all her glory. Surreptitiously she observed the girl's image reflected in the mirror trying very hard to both prevent and disguise the effect Raven's closeness was having on her. Several moments of electrifyingly tense silence followed before Raven continued. "I suppose your expecting me to ask about getting into television aren't you?" "Er yes actually" coughed Susan as her voice seemed to dry up "I oh Er I would be a little surprised if you didn't." All the time she was helplessly gazing adoringly at the girl's reflection in the mirror hoping Raven did not notice. Her heart leapt into her mouth as she felt Raven gently lay her hand upon her knee. As she did so the image of beauty in the mirror looked straight at her making Susan gasp audibly with shock. Instinct told her to fight or flee the situation, common sense told her this was all wrong, she wanted to leap up to escape the delightful touch of the girl's hot hand but found herself hopelessly unable to resist. "Susan look upon me!" the girl's soft voice was most insistent "Look at me." Uninvited the hot electrifying hand resting upon her thigh edged it's way beneath her robe to caress her lower inner thigh through the thin satin of her night-dress. Incredibly aroused as she was Susan's conscience still fought back desperate to convince herself that this was not turning her on. After all she had never ever looked upon another woman in any way sexually in her life. Confused she froze as the hand slipped further up her inner thigh to grip the flesh alarmingly close to her overexcited sex. "Susan, Susan" whispered the irresistible call "Look at me Susan!" She wanted to resist but couldn't, she was unable to stop herself; slowly she broke her eyes away from the mirror and turned to gaze at the confident young girl. How did a seemingly innocuous girl like this take control of a supposedly experienced mature woman so easily, somehow Susan knew that she would soon be finding out. Totally ensnared Susan gazed adoringly into Raven's eyes, the girl was absolutely sure that she had her undivided attention she spoke to Susan, or at least the obviously highly aroused helpless creature that she had become. Her sultry voice oozed confidence now and the convincing little lost girl tone had been cast aside. "Yes Susan I do watch you on the television but I don't want to be like you" the girl spoke slowly watching her like a cat watches a mouse, deliberately letting every word sink in, "I'm not interested in you for that as I'm sure you've guessed already." "Why then?" gulped Susan breathlessly, "what do you want?" "Don't try and play games, your not strong enough to fight me," laughed Raven flashing her eyes at Susan, "you see Susan, I'm sure you can tell that I find you a very attractive woman." "Raven I'm not sure I know what you mean" Susan bleated as she tried to stall the inevitable for she knew herself that she couldn't resist such wicked temptation. "As a woman you are a most desirable and sensual delight and I desire to have you! I need you Susan, don't you realise? I can take you to the edge of delight and far beyond?" Her brain spun, the insistent alarm bells told her this was wrong but they were soon swept aside along with all the other misgivings that had worried her moments earlier. The final cause of her utter surrender was the merest touch of a roving fingertip against the wet aching responsive lips of her vulva through her flimsy satin nightdress. They both knew that she was game though for some reason Susan still felt highly afraid of the girl. "Take your robe off my love" the girl's slender fingers once more delightfully brushed against her boiling crotch making her whimper this time. Raven got up from the bed as Susan obediently began to untie her robe; she shrugged it over her shoulders without further thought. As it fell to the bed about her Susan watched the incredibly beautiful girl transfixed while Raven stood right in front of her and untied the blood red belt of her black nightgown. Dry mouthed she watched the girl draw the robe open; beneath it her exquisite body was naked. As she dropped her arms the shimmering black silk slipped from her shoulders falling by it's own weight. Sitting transfixed on the edge of the bed Susan was amazed by the yearning excitement the firm young girl's hairless naked golden body caused to rise within her as the nightgown dropped away. Raven obligingly stood motionless before Susan for sometime and she allowed the enthralled woman to examine her perfect body. All the time Raven watched her prey intently with an amused smile playing on her full red lips. Susan's eyes wandered all over the girl's vibrant body from the pert pointed breasts with their hard looking brownish teats to the smooth split peach that seemed to thrust from between the girl's firm tanned thighs. The only thing that protruded from the neat glistening slit was the angry red-brown knob of the girl's large clitoris. Susan found herself wondering what Raven would make of the large fleshy orchid blossom that ached urgently for attention between her own trembling thighs. "Kneel on the bed my sweet and grip the bedstead I am ready for you" Raven whispered hoarsely. Without thought Susan obeyed the girl climbing up onto the soft bed and turning around took hold the cold thick brass tube frame of the bottom bedstead in her sweating hands. All the time her heart thumped alarmingly in her chest and her breath became even more ragged as she waited for the girl to make a move. As she knelt there waiting for Raven her eyes fell upon the unlocked door. "The door it's not locked!" she gasped anxiously almost panicking "Someone may...." "Have no fear we won't be disturbed sweet Susan!" obviously it seemed Raven knew something she did not. She could not believe how aroused she felt as the bed began bouncing about as Raven clambered on behind her. Gripping the thick brass bedstead tightly in her sweating palms Susan felt sure she could feel the heat radiating from the closeness of the naked girl behind her. Susan twitched as she felt the other girl's incredibly hard nipples brush electrifyingly against her tingling back. A strange unnatural groan emanated from behind her and she felt the bed jolt several times as the girl seem to suddenly spasm and shudder. Concerned about Raven she was just about to turn around when she heard the girl gasps briefly as if in agony then sigh ecstatically. Perhaps, she thought Raven had not been unable to contain her own arousal and was coming. Sadly it was then that Susan thought of Tony and a wave of guilt and doubtful fear welled up inside. "Oh Tony, Tony what am I doing," she cried, "Forgive me my love for I am weak!" tears welled up and ran down her flushed cheeks. "NO, stop please!" she wailed, "Raven stop, please stop!" Though she protested quite convincingly verbally Susan actually made no attempt to escape the girl's embrace as Raven's lithe hands slipped under her arms to cup her breasts and gently draw their two bodies closer together. The intimate closeness and sense of urgent extreme desire suddenly overwhelmed Susan as she began to rub her back against Raven's hot firm body. "Forget your beloved Tony my sweet," the seductive voice whispering softly in her ear sounded so sincere "You will love me, I can do so much more for you Susan!" Looking down to watch the hands that were toying with her small tits so wonderfully Susan felt sure the girls incredibly long deep red nails had not been quite so long earlier. As her modest nipples were repeatedly teased to full erection between the long fingers that were kneading her breasts she squirmed herself pleasurably against the girl behind feeling her lover's rock hard nipples rasping against her back. Oblivious of the dangerous predicament she was actually in Susan enjoyed the exquisite caresses as Raven began kissing her left shoulder ardently. The heated kisses slowly moved up through her dark brown curls towards the back of her neck which was one of her favourite erogenous zones. At the same time the girl's left hand left her breast to glide down over her body to score her upper thigh through the satin nightdress with its long talons. As the girl's nails rasped lightly across her enflamed sex for the first time Susan instinctively thrust her hips forward accepting the caress. "My love your beautiful hair it's getting in the way" Raven whispered urgently close to her left ear. Without thinking she reached back with her right hand and swept her curly mane aside for the girl. She was handsomely rewarded as Raven began licking the gathering perspiration from the oh so sensitive area at the back of her neck with long slow strokes. As the slithering tongue ran over her skin Susan's spine turned to jelly and she moaned out her appreciation. The Reporter "Mmm that's nice," gasped Susan "Ohh my God!" she whimpered as the girl's strong fingers spread out over her crotch grasping her there tenaciously. Rhythmically she ground herself wantonly against the girl as her bunched up satin nightdress was deliberately forced deep into her slippery wet sex by the girl's intrusive middle fingers. In spite of the barrier presented by her attire the two fingers sank deep into her over excited gash driving her soaking nightdress before them as they did so. Soon the pumping action of the grasping hand was bringing on the first real ripples of what she thought would be a fantastic climax. "Oh Raven.. oh my" she wheezed grasping the bedstead tightly to steady herself as the girl began kissing around towards the side of her throat. "Let yourself go my sweet" whispered Raven encouragingly. "Ohh Raven" she gasped repeatedly as she was brought closer and closer to climax. The girl's long fingers were buried knuckle deep inside her and the grasping palm was crushing hard against her throbbing clit. Such was their intensity that the girls nails tore through the thin satin to push still deeper inside her. The other hand grasped her breast painfully crushing her nipple, she screamed, not because of the pain but because she was about to come. As her orgasm built in sudden eager response to the rough treatment all hell broke loose inside her. She gripped the bedstead desperately trying to keep her balance as a climax of unbelievable intensity powered through her making her wail aloud as the blood pounded in her skull. So exquisitely intense was the intensity of her climax that Susan was virtually unaware as Raven seized the front of her nightdress and ripped it apart spilling out her jiggling small pale hard nippled breasts. "Ohh my, oh my lord," she wailed ecstatically, only partly aware of the hot lips fastening about her throat ignorant of the fact they were seeking out her pounding jugular. For an instant time seemed to almost stand still, Susan froze in mid climax upon feeling the sudden sharp pain at her throat. Somehow she knew what was happening, as the jaws clamped down in slow motion Susan even thought she could her the fangs tearing into her helpless flesh. A huge scream froze unborn in her lungs as her blood bubbled forth into the creature's sucking mouth as Raven began to feed upon her. The intensity of the ecstasy that overcame her as she was being consumed was indescribable. The waves of pleasure that rippled through her hypersensitive body far exceeded anything she had experienced before. She languished in the girl's arms, something made her body paralysed so any fear or panic that clawed its way into her conscious mind was hopelessly dashed. Susan knelt helpless on the soft bed supported in Ravens strong arms while the creature took its fill of her orgasm-enhanced blood. She could even feel the rivulets of her own cooling blood trickling down her body to soak into the ruined nightdress that hung around her hips. Even this did not alarm her such was the power that Raven had over her. Her head span and she felt giddy as Raven broke away but her body still throbbed relentlessly held in the throes of her unnatural climax. Even as Raven slipped from the bed and she swooned falling backwards into the welcoming softness, ripples of pleasure tingled through her tattered nervous system. Almost immediately the dark shroud of sleep settled over her as the blood that pumped from the deep wound slowed and the enigmatic healing process began. It was light when she regained consciousness and she felt very weak, groggily she raised herself from the bed. Only semi-conscious at the most she was only just vaguely aware of the cold sticky mess she was raising herself out of. There was not even a spark of fear or revulsion as she looked back at the blood soaked duvet. Sleepily she staggered into the bathroom and stared blankly at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Not even the sight of her blood encrusted bare breasts or the ruined stained satin remnant that hung crumpled from her hips alarmed her and she turned and ran the taps for a much needed bath that it would take to both wake her up and make her feel human again. Whilst the bath water ran she took time to examine the painful contusion that throbbed on her neck and a shiver of delight rippled through her. The Reporter Lisa McGreager, nee Simpson, was a 22 year-old graduate of the Columbia Journalism School, just married five months ago to her college sweetheart. Everything had broken her way recently, and the future looked rosy. The only flaw after her wedding was a lack of money which necessitated that she and her husband, George, live with his parents, a very strained situation that already had led to a frosty relationship with hers. However, that one blotch on the conjugal bliss had been cleared a month ago by her being hired as a junior reporter at a major local newspaper. It was an ideal job, one she had hoped to get down the road, not so soon, and, significantly, her salary combined with George's permitted them to rent and furnish a lovely condominium apartment. It would have been hard for her to see a cloud dimming her sun. Unfortunately, that cloud appeared, ready to rain on her parade, in the form of a major mistake in her first significant independent story. She diligently researched a local story of corruption, interviewed those involved, checked all of the facts carefully -- and then carelessly typed in the wrong name of the accused! It probably should have been caught by an experienced editor, but it wasn't, and, suddenly, the paper was threatened with a disastrous suit. As the most junior employee involved, she received all of the blame, and being fired seemed inevitable. The managing editor, one James O'Conner, was noted for his rigidity and his refusal to give employees a second chance except in very unusual circumstances. She, and everyone else, expected the worse. There was no question as to ultimate blame in this case and she sat there all day, suffering and waiting for the axe to fall. Finally, as the press room emptied out and everyone was going home, Lisa was summoned to his office. As she stood before his desk, being berated for her stupidity and carelessness, Lisa was determined to accept her fate stoically and bravely since, other than her inexperience, she had no defense. However, as doom was delivered and the severance from a job she loved took place, it was just too much. Suddenly, it all hit -- the loss of the job, the catastrophic loss of her income, the consequent inability to keep the apartment, the thought of being forced ignominiously to go back to George's parents, etc. She saw her whole future and, perhaps her marriage, collapsing around her. Her stoic facade broke, and disintegrated into a flood of tears and a plea for leniency. Her woes tumbled out and her boss was regaled with more than he wanted to hear about the impact of firing her. Now, James O'Conner was a gruff, hard veteran of the news business, but he was not immune to the desperation displayed by the tearful young woman before him. He was a 52 year-old widower, old enough, literally, to be her father, and, contrary to popular opinion, he did not enjoy firing people. In reality, he quickly fired employees who, in his opinion, were not dedicated to the newspaper business, but he actually tried to find a way to overlook the indiscretions of those in whom he saw that dedication. In this case, he had been on the phone all day, apologizing and placating the offended party and was preparing a prominent retraction, thus, averting a suit. Nonetheless, there was no way that her careless actions could be overlooked and he had already prepared an alternative to firing her -- after threatening her, successfully, with the ultimate punishment. "All right, Miss McGreager, what do you suggest? That I should just overlook your story that has greatly embarrassed this newspaper? I hired you on the recommendation of Dean Simmons at Columbia, my old friend, and I hate to disappoint him, but I can't just let this pass and risk you doing something like this again. Lisa suddenly saw a ray of hope. "Oh, Mr. O'Conner, please let me stay! I'll do anything! Punish me some other way!" "All right, young lady. If you don't want to be fired, you will have to suffer another way....a good, hard spanking!" Lisa was stunned. She had never even dreamed of such a proposal. She hadn't been spanked since she was six years old and the idea of being spanked by her boss was inconceivable. Still, mulling it over for a second or two, she realized that this was a real way out. Her job, her home....everything, hinged on this unexpected reprieve and if being treated like a little girl would save her, well, a little embarrassing pain was a small price to pay. Finally, she managed to say, "I did a stupid thing, and if that will make up for my mistake.....well, ok." "Understand, I'm not talking about a little paddling. If we do this, your little ass will be blistered and you won't sit down for a week. Think about it." Lisa was shocked, both by the blunt language and the realization that this would be real punishment. Still, she saw no other way, so, hesitantly, she replied, "I guess I have no choice. I want this job so very bad, for many reasons. Ok, go ahead." O'Conner swung his swivel chair around, saying, "All right, come over here and get ready. I'm not going to do it over all those clothes, though. Take off your pants." Again, Lisa was shocked. Somehow, she had never conceived of having to undress for the spanking. Worse, this day of all days, she had worn a one piece jump-suit with only her panties beneath it. She had small, perky breasts and frequently, as today, went braless. She was stunned at the thought of being almost nude in front of Mr. O'Conner, yet she saw no alternative as he waited impatiently for her to follow his orders. "Come on, girl. I don't have all day! Either get ready or forget it." Reluctantly, Lisa reached for her zipper and slowly pulled it all the way down, and, turning crimson as she did so, slid the suit off of her shoulders and stepped out of it. Mr. O'Conner, frankly, had not expected such a revelation as he saw her standing there in a pair of sheer panties and, incongruously, knee socks. Resolutely, however, he gestured her over in front of him and, before she could even think to react, stripped her panties down, leaving her, effectively, naked. Her thinking processes numb from these unbelievable circumstances, she docilely lifted her feet alternately as he removed the panties and threw them onto his desk. She presented a lovely picture, slim with those perky breasts topped by small pink nipples, her flat stomach featuring a triangular mound of curly, blond hair above two relatively long, shapely legs. She still was still benumbed, completely at a loss, incapable of any independent reaction. No man other than her husband had ever seen her nude, yet here she was, unclothed, standing in the office of her employer, her sensibilities overwhelmed, waiting submissively for whatever was coming next. Now, James O'Conner was old enough to be her father, but he wasn't her father. Seeing this very attractive young woman standing naked before him had the effect it would have on any normal man. Still, he ignored his hormonal urges and turned to the job at hand -- firmly implanting the need to be accurate into Lisa's mind by giving her a sound, thorough spanking on the other end of her anatomy. "All right, Mrs. McGreager, You asked for this. Come here." Shortly afterwards, she was draped over his knees, her head and legs hanging down, her hips jutting upward, waiting for the inevitable. O' Conner found himself looking at those hips, two perfect, plump mounds covered with the smooth, unblemished skin of a young woman. As with most women preparing to receive a spanking, her legs were tightly clenched , her buttock muscles were rigid as she instinctively attempted to conceal her most intimate areas. That self-control and concern for modesty didn't last long, however. The spanking started with a stinging slap, causing an involuntary cry of "ouch!" As the slap was repeated, Lisa made every effort to remain rigid and silent, but her resolve quickly disintegrated. The blows continued, slap, slap, slap, slap, with an occasional SLAP thrown in. Ultimately, each blow was immediately followed by a cry or moan of pain. Slap, "oooh," slap, "ouch," slap. "oww," slap, "it hurts," SLAP, "OWW." Meanwhile, her tightly held legs began to splay open as she attempted, unconsciously, to avoid the punishment. Also, her buttock muscles couldn't stay rigid and the cheeks of her ass became much softer while being even more elastic and resilient. Slap, "oooh!," slap, "ooooh," slap, "owww," slap, moan, slap..... On and on, as the spanking continued, that unblemished skin first took on a rosy flush, followed by a spreading angry purplish red. For O'Conner, the experience was nothing like he had experienced before. If the spanking had occurred immediately after he discovered the blunder, his anger would have been kept him focused, concentrating on punishing the transgressor, not on the transgressor's anatomy. His anger had cooled, particularly since the controversy had been defused. Now, the spanking was really a way to instill in a promising young reporter the need to be very accurate, rather than taking the draconian step of firing her. Thus, while the spanking was harsh, deliberately inflicting pain, his mind was less on the spanking, itself, than on the enticingly intimate female apparatus spread out before him. Every time her legs opened, her lightly haired cunt was on display. If they opened wide enough, as they often did, her rear opening was exposed, both to his eyes and to his spanking hand. For Lisa, the exposure of the most intimate openings was no longer even a concern. She would gratefully have spread herself wide if it would have stopped the spanking. She hadn't dreamed that it would hurt so much or last so long. Actually, she no longer was thinking at all, merely lying there, completely submissive, absorbing the punishment while moaning and eventually pleading for it to stop. Slap..."OWWW," slap, "OOOH," SLAP, "Oh, please, I'm sorry!" slap, "ooooh," SLAP. "Oh, it hurts," slap, "ouch!" This went on for a full five minutes, until her bottom was past the point of being just red, it was almost radiating like a red light. By that time, she had ceased moving and was just lying there, sobbing and moaning. Finally, O'Conner withheld his hand and looked at his handiwork. There was no white skin showing on her ass cheeks or even in the furrow between them. Even her cunt had received a number of firm slaps as she twisted about. Still, however, he wasn't finished. "Stand up, Mrs. McGreager. I'm going to finish with 10 strokes from my ruler so you will see longer-lasting welts to remind you of your punishment." He helped her to her feet and had her lean over his desk, resting her elbows on its surface. Lisa was beyond protest at that point and all that really penetrated was that it would be over after 10 more slaps. As she would find, however, a ruler's slaps are different from those of a hand. She presented an unbelievably sexy sight as she leaned over the desk. Her feet were well apart to brace herself, and as she bent over and her bottom pushed out, everything that normally was hidden now was graphically displayed. Now her cunt lips were revealed in their entirety, their light coating of curly hair doing nothing to conceal details. Needless to say, O'Conner's eyes focused on that erotic sight, but he forced himself to concentrate on the work at hand. Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out an 18" ruler made of thin, flexible wood. Without waiting or giving warning, he brought it down, with vigor, directly across both cheeks, creating an instant horizontal slash on the red skin. The pain was unbearable and Lisa reared up with a shriek, jerking her hands back to protect herself. "Take your hands away and bend over," he ordered harshly. You have nine to go!" "Oh, please, no more of those! Please! I'll do anything!" "Bend over!" Resignedly, Lisa slumped down, surrendering, and...twack...twack...twack....the ruler whipped down on her defenseless rear. After each "twack," Lisa screamed in agony. The sharp snapping blows on her already sore hips sent currents of pain zapping through her entire body, pain no longer localized in her ass. Twack....shriek.....twack..... scream.....twack...."oooooh," twack, "Oh, god, no more!"....twack...."Oh, please!" O' Conner paused, then said, "One more!" With that he held the ruler vertically and brought it up directly between her legs, hitting directly on her cunt as a finale, that last "twack" causing her to literally lift off of the floor and, then, sag down against the desk. With it finally over, he was very solicitous, putting his hand on her shoulder, saying, "Its ok, Mrs. McGreager. It's all over. You were very brave and certainly have paid for your mistake. Are you all right?" Lisa's mind was in a peculiar state. She still was reeling from the chastisement, pain she had never dreamed of, but, at the same time, she was exalted that it was over and she still had her job. Talk about mixed emotions! Tentatively, she reached back and ran her hand over her burning hip, saying, "God, that hurts. It feels like there's a fire inside." Then, without thinking, she added, "My heavens, I'm on fire! Feel it!" Only too willing to do so, O'Conner placed his hand beside hers and felt the heat, but, more importantly, felt her ass. Once his hand was there, he couldn't pull it away, and it ran, without opposition, all over and, then, down between her legs onto her cunt. At that point, things got out of control. Lisa was still bent over the desk, legs open, and as he felt her, she responded spontaneously, by spreading them wider, welcoming his exploration. Suddenly, his hand left and behind her there was an undoing, an unzipping and, very shortly, she felt a very hard cock at the opening of her cunt. If an hour ago anyone had suggested that she would welcome any man but her husband into herself, she would have been insulted that the thought even arose. Now, however, the idea of stopping him never entered her mind. At that point he, almost literally, could have done anything he wanted with her. Without hindrance, the cock sank completely into her with one push. It quickly withdrew and began the eons-old process of a man screwing a woman. There was nothing delicate about it, merely the increasingly vigorous pounding of her cunt as his excitement built. It should be mentioned, though, that as her cunt was pounded, her clit massaged by his balls, she, also, was aroused and pushed her hips out to meet his inward plunges. It didn't take long -- he was too stimulated to last -- but when the final coming together occurred and he exploded deep inside her, both were quite satisfied. Afterwards, the atmosphere was, as might be expected, somewhat strained. He watched her pull her panties on over her crimson, welted bottom, and warned her, "You had better not let your husband see you undressed until the marks are gone. That will take a while!" "I know." Then, blushing, "That's not all I'll have to keep my husband from knowing!" As she drove home afterwards, Lisa found the entire set of events to be almost unbelievable. She never had been seen nude by any man other than George and now she had been seen, spanked and, inconceivably, screwed. How she would face George when she got home, she had no idea. Or, for that matter, how would she face Mr. O'Conner tomorrow? Would he want to have her again? What would she do if he did? Still, and with a feeling of exhilaration, she thought, "I still have my job! We can keep the apartment! I guess being spanked and screwed isn't too high a price for that!"