[MF] I will take my punishment | 2016

I am not sure if this belongs here or not, but this happened to me a couple of weeks ago. (long and no sex)

Jennifer is a tall, thin, and fit, mid 40’s women whom I have known for going on 15 years now. My first encounter with her was in a marathon training group. At the time, I knew nothing about her and am not sure if we even spoke to one another in the group. I did recognize her husband though from a weekly poker game that is played at a mutual friend’s house. It wasn’t for another 5 years or so that Jennifer and I had our first encounter outside of the running group. I was in need of some tooling for a project and called the local vendor that my company used. Since it was my first time ordering from them, they decided to dispatch a sales rep to come and meet me. In walks Jennifer. Since that time she has become one of my most trusted suppliers no matter what company I am with. She is very good with suggestions, and never fails to deliver. It’s not that she is a tall flat chested brunette with shoulder length hair, toned body, and an amazing ass. She really knows her stuff. Friday morning a customer called asking if I could manufacture several parts for them. I have done this particular job in the past, and know all of the work involved pretty well. In most cases I would quote them a month and hope to deliver in 25 days or so. This time, they absolutely need these parts in less than 2 weeks. As customary, they are willing to pay a premium for the rushed order and are really counting on me to deliver. Knowing the hours will be long, and the timeline tight, I accept the order. Hanging up the phone with the customer, My first call Jennifer explaining my situation to her. She agrees to get on it immediately. She will order the tools as she fills out the quote not waiting for a P.O. from me. I tell her to pad her numbers some as a bonus for the help. She promises the tooling can be delivered in no more than 48 hours. I spend most of the rest of Friday on the phone with material vendors, or prepping other things for the rush order. Double checking every move to ensure I will hit my promised delivery. Leaving work Friday I double check my phone for the quote from Jennifer. To my surprise there are no emails from her. Thinking maybe she has to wait to hear back from someone I leave it be for now. Checking my email again several times on Saturday still reveals nothing. I’m not expecting anything from her over the weekend, but am hopefully optimistic. Monday morning comes and goes without a peep from her. A quick call at lunch time reassures me that she is on it, and all will be fine. I was actually expecting tooling to start arriving. She has never let me down, so I trust her word. I am able to get things started without them anyway. Tuesday morning rolls around and still no quote or tooling from Jennifer. At this point I am both worried and a little upset. Calling her again she informs me that she is just waiting on company XYZ to get back with her and that she has everything else in hand. I have been in this business almost as long as she has. Fortunately, I have a contact at company XYZ and decided to give him a call to see if I can move things along. He informs me that Jennifer has not contacted them at all and if she had the tools would be at my door already. I quickly work out a deal to have the tools sent to me next day air. Hanging up the phone, I give Jennifer a call. Without letting her know what I found out, I tell her I can’t wait any longer please bring what you have so I can get started. She tells me she has two more stops, then she will swing by the office and pick up the rest of the order and deliver it in person. Wednesday morning rolls around with no sight of Jennifer. My call in the morning went to voicemail, which she did not return. I did not leave a messages for the other 3 calls I made to her that afternoon. Sometime Thursday morning my cell phone rings. Answering, the receptionist lets me know that Jennifer is here to see me. I quickly drop what I am doing and swing by the lobby to escort Jennifer to my office. The conversation is cordial, like two old friends talking. Eventually, I ask her about the tooling from XYZ company. She proceeds to tell me to my face, that they have not gotten back to her and that she is pretty upset. Nonchalantly reaching to my side desk, I grab a small box. Her eyes widen as the name printed on the side of the box comes into view. Setting it down in front of her, “You know back when we were kids I would be punished for lying.” Chuckling as I say it. I am truly joking with her. I go into a funny story about having several wooden spoons broken over my behind by a babysitter for lying about where I was (no cell phones back then). To this day I don’t know if my mom was more pissed about what I had done, or all her wooden spoons being broken. Looking up at her, she is just sitting there straight faced, her eyes staring off into space. No reaction at all to me almost in tears laughing. Thinking nothing of it, I turn the conversation back to her. I ask her about how marathon training is going, and if her husband is going to attempt an Ironman this year. Suddenly she blurts out “I will accept my punishment.” I’m sure I looked shocked. I know my face felt red. With that, she started to come back to life a little and we both laughed. I jokingly said “it’s almost lunch time. There is always that Oak grove pavilion in the metro parks. The one with the high stone walls to block the view. It’s even a fairly nice day today.” (it’s winter here and 60° in February is unheard of). We had run by the place a million times over the years with the running group. We both laugh again. She stands and says she needs to make a few calls before lunch. So I walk her to the lobby and thank her for the tooling. Telling her to enjoy the weather as she walks out the door. As I am walking back to my office to grab my lunch, I can’t help but wonder if she was serious or not. Sitting at my desk, blindly staring at the screen, I eventually convince myself that it is only three miles down the road. It’s a nice day, why not just go and see. Shortly after 12 noon, I climb into my truck and head towards the metro parks. Making the necessary lefts and rights, I finally turn up the drive towards Oak grove. Cresting the hill, a flicker of sunlight glints off of a windshield through the leaf bare trees, there is a vehicle here for sure. My heart begins to race as a blue Nissan Murano comes into view on the far side of the parking lot. I can’t believe she is actually here. My mind races, did she really mean it, or did she just stop here for lunch? It is a nice day after all. I am surprised there are not more people out. Deciding that it’s best not to push the issue, I park on the side closest to the pavilion and walk down the path. My eyes never even glancing in her direction. Still not sure what to do, I sit with my back to the path and open up my lunch. My hands start to shake some at the sound of a car door shutting behind me. My blank stare interrupted by her voice. “I’m sorry about all this, I known I should have just let someone in the office handle it. I was actually on vacation when you called. I didn’t get back until Tuesday.” A long pause follows before a slowly turn and look in her direction. She is standing on the edge of the pavilion, shoulders slumped, head staring at the ground. “You’re right, I would have been punished for lying back in the day. How are we doing this?” A stare at her slender frame standing there, not sure what to do. Letting out a deep breath “I guess 10 swats per day would sound fair. “ I reply. She nods her head in agreement. Then turns and starts heading towards the rock wall. I have no idea what came over me, or where it came from, but I blurted out “Over the Knee”. Stopping mid stride, she turns back to face me. Looking up at her, she puts her head back down and starts in my direction. Stopping at the end of the table, my knees still underneath it, she gives me a look like come on let’s get it over with. Sliding to the end of the table, “take off your pants” as I swing my legs around the end. Her head instantly drops to the ground not moving for what seemed like an eternity. My heart pumping like craze not knowing what was going to happen. Slowly she bent down and unzipped her black ankle high boots, stepping out of them as she stands back up. Looking me in the eyes for the first time since I had gotten to the park. A long stare like she is pondering her next move, her hazel eye burning holes in me. Quickly she, undoes the double clasp on her straight legged light gray dress pants, letting them fall to her ankles. Her hands doing their best to cover her purple lacy thong underneath. “. “You might as well take those off too” pointing at her panties, probably pushing my luck at this point. “Put them and your dress pants on the table so they don’t get dirty.” As still as a statue she stands there staring at me. My hands shaking slightly as I await her next move. Not a word spoken between us. A slight tremble comes over her body as she slowly moves her hands to the side, grabbing the waist strap of the thong and pulling it down past her knees. A well groomed dark landing strip is visible for a quick second as she steps out of her panties and wraps them up in her dress pants holding them to cover her modest areas. I am guessing her hair is died, but it’s not far off from the carpet so to speak. Laying the items on the table, the muscles in her extremely toned legs quiver as she leans in over my lap without being told. Her perfectly shaved legs and squared off calves stretching out to my right. Her thin pale ass positioned perfectly on my knee. The nicely rounded cheeks pointing up at me almost glowing in the sun. “60 is what we agreed to correct?” I say not yet touching her with my hands. She simple replied “if that is what we said.”. I can feel her shaking on my leg. Her hands pressed against the concrete, like she is ready to spring up at any moment. The first impact is relatively soft to her far cheek. My cupped hand making a loud enough slap to make her jump and yelp none the less gauging her ability. My hand lingers on her soft skin just a bit, really admiring how firm her ass is giving it a nice squeeze. The next several smacks come in rapid succession with no intent to aim. Each one building in force as I start to get into a rhythm her once pale ass brightening a the strokes begin to show. I pause for a quick second to allow the sing in my hand to subside a bit. There is no noticeable reaction from her even though I have no idea how many swats that was (more than 10 for sure). Shaking my hand a bit, I proceed into the next barrage. This time intently trying to land in the same spot each time but alternating cheeks. My hand stinging and burning as I keep going. Her cheeks going from crimson to dark red as she starts to shift and squirm. I pause with my hand touching her, but making sure not to touch certain areas. She is whimpering now I stroke her ass like I am petting a dog. Having no clue at all how many strokes that was “How are you holding up?” I ask still rubbing her ass. Her somewhat broken, but not totally crying response “I deserve this”. With that I continued her punishment. Letting up a bit on the force, I counted down the last ten strokes. Pausing with my hand on her cheek as I said the number 51….52……..59….60. With that she leaned back onto her knees and sat back in front of my rubbing tears from her eyes. Her perfectly trimed landing strip and tiny, almost none existent folds staring in full view. I took a good look at her amazing body, straining with everything that I have not to reach down and touch her there. I slid off the seat and embraced her in a hug. Her head buried into my chest. I whispered to her asking if she was ok. She responded only with a nod. Glancing at my phone, I couldn’t believe that 45 minutes had gone by. “I have to get back to work right away.” I said as I scramble to my knees. Steeling one last glance at her perfect landing strip and where it leads, I grabbed my lunch and headed off back to work. I have no idea what she did next, or how she explained her red ass to her husband. I have not seen her since, though I have seen her husband. Nothing seems amiss there at all.