“What’s Miss Cook’s first name,” I asked.

“Sarah,” Beverly replied.

“You wanna relocate to the living room and assume her persona?” I asked.

“Sure, let me get us some wine and we can be relaxing together after-work,” Beverly replied.

I sat on her couch for a few moments, thinking about my approach in the new twist to our game. A few minutes later, Beverly returned and handed me a glass. We sipped and cuddled a bit and then she asked, “How was your day?”

“Well, not so great,” I replied. “My boss got wind that we were seeing each other and scolded me about it. She game me two not-so-great options, she could report me to HR or accept a spanking.”

Beverly tried to act shocked but it was more of a giggle, “Whaddya do?”

“HR would have been a nightmare so I conceded to the spanking. While I could legitimately argue there was no conflict of interest, because her admin caught you going down on me in my office, she cited company policy against amorous activity on company grounds or time. I really had no choice,” I replied.

“Can I see,” Beverly asked feigning uninformed inquisitiveness. I stood and lowered my pants. Her fingers traced the marks on my still sore bottom, then her hand move around and began to stroke my erection.

“That feels really good but I really feel like you bear some of the blame for this. I had asked if the door was locked and you assured me it was, so I think you deserve a good spanking, too,” I proposed.

“Well, I suppose I am guilty of that,” Beverly answered.

I sat down, my pants still at half mast and pulled Beverly over my lap. I flipped up the back of her skirt and she raised her hips slightly as I tugged her panties down. For about the next fifteen minutes I alternated between spanking and fingering her until her cheeks were warm and bright pink and her snatch was wet and she begged for entry. I prompted her to rise and I think she thought the spanking was over and sex was next, but I had her drape herself over the arm of the sofa. I pulled my belt free and began the stroke her already well-spanked ass with the heavy leather strap. I gave her a dozen and then ordered her to kneel. She eagerly took me in her mouth but expect she would have preferred me in a different hole.

As I approached apex, I instructed, “On your face,” and she pulled back slightly, continuing to stroke the shaft and kiss the head. She squealed in surprise or delight - I was not sure which - as the first spurt emerged and created a rivulet across her left cheek, mouth and chin. The second she caught almost completely in her open mouth, and then held the head against her forehead to received the subsequent, less voluminous pulses. She wiped the results with her finger, licking them clean before standing and giving me sticky, salty kiss.