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Get your own Free Home PageThe little ping on my computer indicated receipt of a new e-mail message. I was mildly surprised to see that it was not from a contact but an electronic greeting card service. The return e-mail address was an anonymous service with the login name of secretPal. I logged into my browser and found a cute picture with the message: "Someone in the office thinks you're special."
I couldn't help but smile as I considered my fellow cube dwellers. Which one was my secret admirer? I had been working there for only two months and knew them only slightly. Enough to exchange a smile and quick hello in the cafeteria but that was about it. I didn't know which ones were married or otherwise attached so I had no clue who had sent the card. Of course, even that information might not help. It might be a married woman who was just having fun at my expense with a little playful flirting. In any case, it brightened my day and I sent a "Thank You" to the return address and asked about their gender and relationship status. I also appealed for a little hint as to their identity. My first answer was short and to the point: "Unattached female and your tie was askew when you came in this morning. You should be more careful about your appearance."
Aha!. A hint. All I had to do was figure out who would use a word like "askew" in everyday conversation. After I straightened my tie, or course.
Now I had a reason to engage each person in the office in some form of discussion. The serendipitous offshoot was that I had come out of my shy shell and found many interesting personalities. My circle of friends in the workplace increased dramatically but when you are starting from zero even one is a significant improvement. My new-found gregarious nature was noticed by secretPal who commented on it but I was no closer to discovering her identity. I had quite a few prospects and one or two that I had high hopes for (at least on a physical attractiveness level). Both of them were drop-dead gorgeous but they turned out to be dumber than dirt. I slyly mentioned to one of them that some items on her desk were slightly askew and she said, "Thanks, I think they're cute too." The other thought I was making a sexually harassing statement about wanting to screw her on the desk. I did a lot of fast talking and barely avoided a lawsuit.
When I returned to my desk there was another message: "Strike one and strike Two. Undue obscuration is squandered on the beautiful but barely literate. By the way, thanks for holding the door for me yesterday."
That was totally unfair. So what if I'm an old fashioned chauvinist. I hold the door for all women. Unfortunately, it's such a habit I hardly notice them. I spent the next hour doing my best to remember every time I went in or out of this room or even the building and who might have been the recipient of my politeness. Nobody stuck out in my mind.
Every time I received a message I opened it in the hope that it would be another frustrating, tantalizing, teasing and most looked forward to message from her. Our one-sided relationship continued for another week and we shared our non-business related interests. We had a lot in common and my desire to unveil the mystery surrounding her increased exponentially. I don't remember which one of us first mentioned sex but it soon crept into our repartee. Coquettish innuendo from her at first and eventually wanton and open responses to my blatant carnal suggestions. My desire to unveil her took on a whole new meaning but I was still in the dark as to who she was. After repeated attempts to ascertain her identity and direct pleas for her to make herself known I expressed my frustration. I wrote, "I think you are being deliberately naughty and need a good spanking."
The reply came within minutes. "I wouldn't give you the time of day if you thought you had to right to punish me for anything. Get that idea right out of your head."
Well, we just had our first fight. Being male I knew the right thing to do. Apologize. But as I was formulating my response she sent a second message. "However, your idea is not without merit. If you'd like to bare my bottom and spank me long and hard before we have sex, that's a different story. I am getting wet just thinking about you taking me over your knee and pulling my dress up. I'd feel the cool air as you pulled my panties down and then your strong hand spanking and raising the heat on my reddening rear end and bringing me to a fever pitch of excitement. You'd stop just as it starts to hurt and I would take the rest of my clothes off before going back over your lap. You'd continue the spanking until I was begging you to take me to the bed where we'd OPPS, HERE COMES THE BOSS"
I quickly played prairie dog by standing up and looking over my cubicle wall to see where he (the boss) was. Although some time had passed while I read the e-mail I did some quick calculations as to where he might have been a minute ago. It was a vain effort and I sat down just as quickly because the physical response I had from her letter was very obvious if anybody passed my cube and saw me.
I reread her message a hundred times before gathering the courage to respond. "I agree, a well spanked girl is a delight. I close my eyes and see you approaching me. Boldly but with a touch of apprehension. Your eyes glisten and sparkle like diamonds as our lips meet. It will be a soft kiss with many deeper ones to come later. I will sit on the chair and gently assist you down. Your sweet bottom is raised for my touch. I will rub it lightly and your dress will climb up your legs inch by tantalizing inch until the hem is within reach of my fingers without my hand leaving the precious territory. I will lift it only to put your dress high on your back. The heavenly surface encased in your panties will draw my hand like a magnet. So soft and firm and quivering in excitement as it anticipates being fully within my view. You lift yourself so the panties can be removed and are a little impatient that such a simple act takes so long. It cannot be helped. A treasure like this must be exposed slowly and reverently. I must revel in each glorious inch of you. Nothing in my imagination can compare to the beauty before me. Even when the area I will spank lovingly is unprotected there are still two incomparable thighs to attend to. I have seen them since I raised your dress but watching them hide momentarily is an exquisite experience as your panties move down. I will spend as long as it takes to bring them off your feet and hold them like a royal icon of your love. Only then will I introduce my hand to the bare skin of your hindquarters. Not just your bottom but all that I can see from your knees to your waist. My eyes and fingers explore delicately and your legs part as if to invite my expedition to areas previously unseen. I accept the enticement and your soft moan as I stroke your wetness tells me I made the right choice. There will be much more attention paid to this region later. As I return my touch to the twin mounds projecting upwards you put your feet together again and we both know the reason for your present position is at hand. My hand. The very hand that is even now lifting off of you. You shudder delightfully in the second it takes for it to return with a sharp slap."
I could feel the heat from keyboard starting to burn my fingers. I took a quick look to verify that the boss wasn't nearby although standing was even more embarrassing.
I continued my correspondence with more subtle eroticism. "You jump involuntarily at the first contact but immediately settle down. The flesh flattens out and bounces back as my hand leaves the scene. A few seconds later it repeats its round trip from six inches above your bottom, down and back again. With even more time between each spank I insure everything from your highest point to where your thighs begin is not neglected. I am not counting the swats. Instead I am judging the length of the exercise on the even distribution of color and listening for the first sounds of real distress from you. Eventually I must force myself to stop. We must save something for the next spanking. I help you to your feet and you rub yourself with a smile. You tell me it stings but immediately silence any apology from me. You step back and take your clothes off. It is a cross between a slow seductive strip tease and a frantic disrobing to get on to other things. You allow me a moment to fully appreciate your natural beauty but we both hear the bed calling to us with promises of untold delights as soon as I have ignited the embers of heat in your bottom to a raging inferno. We share another chaste kiss as you return to your place on my lap. I so much want to spend forever stroking the sting out of your skin but my duty is to put more in. My attack is faster and harder now. This is serious business. We have a job to do and are anxious to get to the next phase. After a dozen smacks you cry out softly. We have reached the point where further spanking would be punishment and that is not our aim. As quickly as you can, you scamper to the bed while I am setting world's records at getting my clothes off. By the time you pull down the covers I am at your side. We tumble to the mattress and you wince as your bottom hits the sheets but it is obvious that you are willing to suffer that mild discomfort as you open your legs wide and hold out your arms. I am no sooner on top of you when I am in you. My entry was welcome and the natural lubricant to facilitate the passage is in abundant supply. Our intercourse is fast and furious. We have been waiting for this moment too long and cannot get enough of each other. The long anticipation is rewarded all too soon but this was only the first act. You have all that beautiful skin to explore with my eyes, hand and lips and that might take a few hours."
I had to wait a few minutes to catch my breath before I could concentrate enough to send it to her.
I was worthless for the next 15 minutes. I didn't get a bit of useful work completed and jumped the first time I heard the tell-tale ping. Drat, one of those company wide messages about something or other. A couple thousand years later it sounded again. Her answer was, "How about a cup of coffee in the cafeteria in five minutes? I'll be the one in the green dress with two cups in front of me."
In a flash I sent, "I'll be the one with the big smile on my face waiting for you."
I don't know how I could've thought the two airheads were attractive. The woman who shyly approached with two cups of coffee was in a class by herself and I said a short prayer of thanks. Our first meeting was a little awkward at first but we went out to a movie that night. By Saturday we had been on three dates and ended up at my house. After a bit of making out on the couch she asked if my description of the spanking and ensuing activities was just a hopeful fantasy. I took her hand and led the way to my bedroom. While she watched with twinkling eyes, I put a chair close to the bed and said, "It was a prediction."
As it turned out, I was right except the real thing was better. Much, much better.
Life is good.
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