Surprise!
Chapter One
Loud, booming music filled the darkened room of the nightclub, making conversation difficult for anyone but the person in one's immediate vicinity. Unfortunately, there was no one in my immediate vicinity as I nursed my drink, alone at the bar, as usual.
The company I worked for, a well established bank in town, had rented the club for the evening to celebrate a merger with a rival financial institution. But as I tended to be something of an introvert, I found myself secluded in a room full of people. It wasn't that I was ugly, but I was considered somewhat of a geek by my co-workers and the fact was, my friends were few and far between.
It didn't help that I was still a virgin at 22. Of course, I hotly denied it to everyone around me but I don't think anyone believed me. The fact was, my list of achievements with girls could be counted on one hand. There was Sylvia, from the comic book club, who I briefly shared an evening making out in the back of her car. That night had ended ignominiously when I had prematurely ejaculated in my pants while kissing her.
And then there was Wendy, who upon discovering my minuscule, pre-pubescent sized boner, broke into gales of laughter and abandoned me in our high school parking lot, horny and ashamed of myself.
So my record with women was hardly something to be proud of. I had resigned myself to a life of solitary exclusion, masturbating at home in my pathetic studio apartment.
My sad self reflection was interrupted by the sudden presence of a person coming up to the bar next to me.
"I'll get a glass of the Cab," she said in a cool, commanding voice.
I shivered with instant recognition and my heart skipped a beat. Without turning my head, I knew without a doubt it was my supervisor, Denise.
She had started several months ago and quickly rose through the ranks while I still remained a lowly clerk. She had an authoritative air about her and she was used to getting her way. At 5' 10", she towered over me and with her ubiquitous high heels, she was, in fact, a full head taller. I always felt like a fumbling child in her presence, and even though she'd barely said more than a couple words to me during the few months she'd worked at the bank, I was completely intimidated by her.
It wasn't just the force of her personality. She was stunningly beautiful too, with long, jet black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down the middle of her back. She had steely blue eyes that took my breath away and made me unable to hold her gaze. But everyone agreed that she was the prettiest woman that had ever worked at the bank and with her cute nose and full, sensuous lips, she could have easily been a model.
Besides being tall and statuesque, she also had a narrow waist and big, impossible-to-ignore breasts. Her full, generous cups seemed to overflow from the restrictive confines of her sheer blouses and there was many a night I had spent, diddling myself as I fantasizing about her and her fabulous body.
As she waiting for her wine, I stared ahead, afraid to look over at her, my heart pounding in my chest and my mouth suddenly dry. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see the slinky black coc-ktail dress she was wearing, so low cut and revealing that our doddering old fool of a bank manager, Mr. Jenkins, had blushed when he first saw it this evening. At the same time, the female bank workers were looking at her with knives while the males were practically drooling over themselves. The latter group had done everything in their power to get her out on a date but so far, she had rejected them all. I could only speculate what sort of man could live up to her standards but I knew he would have to be incredible.
For my own part, I was content just to stay out of her way and not have her dislike me, at least not overtly.
"What are you drinking?" Denise asked casually.
My heart skipped a beat. Hastily, I looked around, certain she was talking to someone else.
When I could see no other person within shouting distance, I gulped hard and briefly looked up into her crystalline sapphire-blue eyes.
"Um--uh, j-just beer," I replied lamely.
I instantly hated myself for my abysmal social skills. She must have thought I was the lowliest turd in the room.
And yet, instead of rolling her eyes (as I'd seen her do before), she flashed me an impish smile which only made her look more radiant, if that was even possible.
"You're name's Chris, right?" she asked.
I blushed with pride that she actually knew my name, despite the fact we had worked in the same small building for four months together.
"Uh, y-yes," I stammered, "Hi Denise," I croaked.
I felt so utterly unworthy of having a conversation with her. My palms were sweating and I felt the eyes of every guy in the room upon us.
Her glass of wine appeared but she ignored it.
"Want to dance?" she asked simply.
I swallowed hard in disbelief.
"M-me?" I stammered as I pointed to myself incredulously.
"I'm not talking to anyone else, am I?" she replied dryly.
I cleared my throat nervously. What was I going to say? No? I would have walked home naked if she had asked me.
"Um, s-sure," I said uncertainly.
We made our way out to the dance floor and I followed behind like her little puppy. Just watching her walk was an intensely arousing experience, with her perfect buns and the feminine sway of her curvy hips. Gazing at her long, sexy legs, I felt myself getting hard in my pants.
It seemed like I was panting before we even began to dance and I was seeing a side of her I hadn't seen before. Whereas at the bank, she carried herself with a cool, professional demeanor--here, she was like an exotic dancer, so completely exciting and delicious in every way.
She slid up against me and I shivered with delight. Her dance was tortuously erotic and once again, I could feel the eyes of everyone watching us. I smiled foolishly with pride at being the one that Denise chose to dance with--this was the single most amazing point of my entire life!
As the beat grew slower, she moved up close to me and deliberately ground herself against my thigh. It was all too much for me. I shuddered and abruptly climaxed in my pants.
She immediately sensed a change and she looked at me strangely.
"What's wrong?"
I shook my head and blushed hotly.
"N-nothing, I'm okay," I lied.
Suddenly, her slim hand reached down and cupped my crotch, feeling the damp spot forming in front. I jerked away like her hand was a red hot poker, ashamed of my pathetic lack of control.
"Chris, did you just c-um in your pants?" she asked pointedly, her left eyebrow rising in a show of incredulity.
"No--I-I...." I stammered at a loss for words.
"I better take you home, I think you've had more than you can handle for one night."
I blushed fire engine red and looked down at the floor in shame. Taking me by the hand, she led me past the groups of staring employees who were fortunately ignorant of my shameful deed.
We walked out to the parking lot, Denise leading the way and holding my hand like I was child. I felt so humiliated, having her think I had no more control than a pimply-faced 13 year-old boy.
Opening the door to her Lexus, she pushed me in without giving me a chance to explain myself.
"Really, I-I can drive myself home," I tried to tell her.
"Oh no, you're coming home with me," she said firmly, "I have something you need at my house."
I couldn't imagine what she was talking about, but I was relieved that she at least wasn't laughing at me or scorning me openly in front of our other co-workers.
As she drove us through the darkened city streets, her delicate, manicured hand came to rest on my thigh, which she began to rub softly.
"So...do you find me sexy?" she asked, her voice taking on a sensuous timbre.
"Oh my god--yes," I replied without equivocation.
"Well, I think you're kind of cute too, Chrissey," she said with that impish smile again.
Even though she had used a more feminine form of my name, I could hardly protest because her hand was making it's way over to my crotch.
"What have you got hiding down in there?" she asked playfully.
I froze with nervousness, afraid of what she would discover. Even when I was fully erect, my pen-is was no more than two inches--on my best day. Limp, it could barely be referred to as my "manhood".
"Hmm..." she said as she reached further down, "I'm not finding anything...are you sure you have a coc-k?" she teased.
I felt the sides of my cheeks burning with shame and my neck getting red as well.
"Y-yes," I stammered, "it's-it's just not, um, very big."
"Well, I'll have to take your word for it, cause I'm not finding anything."
This was mortifying to have to go through again, with her, of all people.
At last, we pulled into her driveway and the humiliating inquiry was interrupted. We got out and went into her house where she gave me a beer from out of her refrigerator. Pouring herself a glass of red wine she instructed me to follow her down the hallway.
"Chrissey, if you're going to be with me, we're going to have to take some steps to take care of your little problem."
I wasn't sure if she was referring to the size of my pen-is or my tendency to prematurely ejaculate, neither of which I was very proud of.
Turning to face me, she reached down and began unbuttoning my pants.
"Wha-what are you doing?" I squeaked, suddenly nervous again.
"Look. Let's get something straight--in this relationship, I make the rules. If you can't deal with that, you can walk out the door right now and I'll never speak to you again," she said defiantly.
The color drained from my face. How could I tell this incredibly gorgeous woman no? How could I deny her anything?
"I...I'm okay with that," I said meekly.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it," she said, her voice taking on a bossy tone, "because I have something here that will help your little problem."
I still didn't know what she had in mind but I stood there like a child as she unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. I shivered as her smooth hands slipped inside my underwear and pulled them down, ignoring the gooey wet spot on the front. She looked at my shriveled member and shook her head, making me blush all over again. I groaned with embarrassment as she reached into her dresser drawer and took out a clear plastic device of some sort.
"I only hope this is small enough," she said as she took it apart and then put the pieces aside.
Despite my humiliation, I felt myself getting aroused all over again. As she was bending over, I couldn't help but gaze down the scoop neck of her coc-ktail dress and stare at the two big twins spilling out of her top. They were truly massive and they pushed up against each other, creating an unbelievably sexy cleavage. As I felt her handling my sack, I started to get erect once more.
"That's good, keep staring at my breasts, Chrissey," she said as if reading my mind, "it'll help me to get your little pen-is into this device."
I whimpered as she placed a clear ring around the base of my genitals and with a little lube, began pushing my semi erect member into a short, coc-k-shaped tube with a slit at the end.
"Wait--wha-what are you doing?" I asked suddenly apprehensive.
"Something your mommy should have done a long time ago," she said as she pushed the tube up against the ring to mate it with the pins facing forward. In no time, she took a small lock and slipped it through the hole in front, clicking it closed with an air of finality. My pen-is, small as it was, felt stuffed into the device and it was now forced into a downward facing angle.
"There, that should take care of that little problem," she said with a smug look on her face.
"But...but how am I going to get any satisfaction now?" I asked dumbly.
"You've already had your satisfaction, and I hope it was good for you because it will be the last orgasm you have for quite a while."
Before I could protest, she continued without pausing.
"And now, we need to take care of a little unpleasant business. Well...unpleasant for you, that is," she said with a smirk as she reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a long rectangular wooden paddle with air holes in it.
"Wait--what are you gonna do?" I quaked nervously as I tried to back away from her.
"This will help you understand who makes the rules in this relationship," she snapped as she snatched my wrist and yanked me over her sexy lap.
"Wait! Stop!" I cried desperately.
I hadn't been spanked since my mom caught me masturbating at the age of sixteen. She had quickly reduced me to tears (as she always did) in short order and I didn't want a repeat here. With the floor only inches from my face, I tried to get up off her lap but she held me in place with steel-like strength.
Denise gripped my shirt firmly with her left hand as her right arm swung up in an avenging arc with the paddle.
"Stop it! Stop it!" I wailed as I kicked my feet frantically.
The paddle swooped down and landed squarely across both my bare cheeks, searing them like a hundred wasp stings.
"OWW-WOW-OWW!!!"
SMACKKKK!!!
Another harsh swat landed right where the first one did and I gasped in shock, my eyes bugging out of my head. I struggled mightily against her but nothing I did could extricate myself from her grasp.
SMACKKK!! SMACKKKK!!
A few moments ago, I had been worried about the chastity device but that was the last thing on my mind right now. My eyes filled with tears and I looked down at her high heels, spread a little apart to give her support as she spanked me hard like a naughty little boy.
Her paddle rained down on my defenseless bottom again and again, scalding it and turning it into a flaming sea of crimson welts. I tried to hold back but I couldn't take it anymore. As her harsh paddle swatted my tender cheeks over and over, I burst into tears and sobbed like a baby.
She kept up her punitive rhythm and I slapped my hands in the floor in frustration and impotence. How could I ever have imagined this is how I would be spending my evening? Why was she punishing me so thoroughly? This was certainly no sensual play spanking, but a blistering paddling that would leave me unable to sit for some time.
Every time I tried to position one of my cheeks away from her attentions, she'd smack it especially hard several times.
Tears were streaming down my face and my nose was running when she finally stopped and let me up. Standing me on my shaky legs, I stamped my feet and rubbed my throbbing, blazing cheeks. For several moments, I just bawled unashamedly in front of her, knowing I looked like nothing more than a punished child.
She gazed back at me with a look of tremendous satisfaction, a pleased, superior smile on her pretty face.
"Why did you spank me so hard?" I sobbed in bitter frustration.
"So you'd know who wears the pants around here," she said as she stood up. Reaching her hands out, she took me into her arms and held me close, burying my face into the soft, pillowy cushions of her big breasts. I cried and cried, my chest heaving as she softly stroked my swollen, flaming bottom.
"There, there, baby, get it all out," she whispered softly in my ear.
Despite the intense, searing pain on my cheeks, it was wonderful to have my nose deep between her beautiful boobs. They smelled fantastic and felt even better against my wet, sobbing face.
For so long, since the first day Denise started working at the bank, I had fantasized about doing just this, although, certainly not under these circ-umstances.
"And now, it's time my little sugarplum took care of mommy," she said with a coy smile.