Alison's Wonderland

I exhale with relief. I might just get away with my little afternoon infidelity.

“Shiatsu classes don’t start for three weeks,” I remind him. “Until then my only job is to be your love slave, right?”

It’s a risky move, but I’m feeling bold. And horny. If he has to come and interrupt me just when things are getting hot, the least he can do is help finish the job.

He pauses, fingers at his shirt buttons, eyebrows lifted hopefully. “Love slave, huh? As a matter of fact, that is my preferred job description for you. Lucky for us the seminar finished early today. The facilitator had that Friday-afternoon golfer’s gleam in his eye.” Anton’s eyes gleam, too, as he looks down at me.

I’m expecting he’ll go into the walk-in closet to hang up his suit, so I can at least zip my shorts, but unfortunately, my come-on line was a little too successful. He undresses quickly, draping his suit and shirt on the armchair, then peels off his briefs. I can’t stop staring at his hard-on, a thick, red baton, floating in air as if by magic. My mouth starts to water. On summer days his dick tastes saltier, like a big pretzel stick.

He slips into bed beside me, and I press myself against him, hoping he’ll be too distracted to notice I’m already partially undressed.

It seems, however, that my luck has run out.

He’s already reached under my T-shirt. “Hey, what’s with your bra?”

“I unhook it when I nap,” I answer quickly. “It’s less constrictive.”

His hand drops to my shorts and slithers through the gaping fly. I know my panties are damp. Sopping, actually. And there’s no mistaking that briny fragrance of aroused female.

“Okay, Stef, what were you really doing when I got home?”

My stomach clenches with guilt and a touch of fear. Which is stupid because he knows I masturbate when he goes on business trips. He certainly wanks when he’s away. But it’s different to be caught in the act with no excuse except the old saying “Idle hands do the devil’s work.”

“I was just doing what you do in those hotel rooms while you’re watching porn movies,” I say, trying my best to sound cool.

“Actually, I don’t waste money on stupid movies. There’s plenty of good stuff for free on the Internet.”

Anton laughs and I join in, a touch too heartily.

Then I ask shyly, “Do you mind?”

I’m not sure why I feel so guilty about this. As if I’d actually cheated on him with another woman.

“Not at all. I’m sorry I missed the show.”

“I think we can put on a better one together,” I whisper as I turn toward him. I cup his balls and walk my fingers back to the sensitive strip of flesh between his legs. Stroking him there always stops any conversation short.

He sighs and his thighs ease open. “So, what were you thinking about when you were doing it?”

My fingertips pause on their journey back to tease his ass crack—which would surely have distracted him from unwanted questions. What do I say now? Of course, I’ve shared a few fantasies with him before. Crushes on movie stars. Doing it on the beach. But getting an ass-searing spanking from a lesbian mermaid was something else altogether. Besides, Anton was a swimmer in high school—his team came in third in the state finals. If he knew his doggie-paddling wife had nautical yearnings, he’d probably laugh himself silly.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything,” I say. Even I know it sounds unconvincing.

“Come on.”

“It’s true.”

Anton closes his legs, forcing me to pull my hand away. “You know, we had a presentation about people like you in the seminar today.”

His tone is playful, but I feel my body tense. “What do you mean?”

“Difficult employees. They’re a challenge. And I have to say your performance as my love slave leaves a lot to be desired right now. But the facilitator explained that each employee has a different working style and if the manager modifies his communication tactics to meet those needs, the result can be a mutually beneficial outcome.”

I can’t restrain a derisive snort. “You’ve lost me there, honey. Can you put that in words your more simpleminded workers can understand?”

What happens next catches me totally unawares. Anton plants a nice smarting slap right on my ass. Which is not nearly as surprising as what follows: an embarrassing gush of wetness between my legs and my involuntary cry of pure arousal.

I swallow hard and look away, struggling to pull myself together. “Is this what they’re teaching you in that seminar?” It’s meant as a clever comeback, but my voice is husky and my heart is pounding.

Anton tilts my chin up. Our gazes lock. He knows. My whole body blushes with arousal and shame.

“Were you thinking about having sex with someone else?”

It’s my chance to confess and come clean, but perversely, I shake my head.

He slaps my ass again.

“Tell me the truth.”

I wonder, fleetingly, if this new managerial tone will have the same effect on his employees as it has on me. By now I’m so aroused I can barely breathe.

“I…can’t do that,” I stutter.

“Then,” he replies, his voice calm, “we can both agree that you need serious disciplinary measures. Pull down your pants and lie on your stomach.”

I’m his love slave, I have to obey. Hands shaking, I struggle out of my shorts and panties and position myself as instructed. He reaches under my T-shirt and takes my nipple between his fingers. In a perfectly timed motion, he tweaks my nipple just as the first smack lands square on my ass.

I grind my pelvis into the mattress and groan.

He spanks me again. A wave of heat rolls from my cunt to my nipple and back again. The bed is already soaked and my ass cheeks burn, as if they’ve been baked under the glowing orange coils of a toaster oven.

Instinctively I push my buttocks up for another.

“Forget it,” Anton says. “No more until you tell me what you were thinking about while you were fingering your pussy. In detail.”

I gulp. I’m too worked up to think of a good lie now. But what would he do if he knew what really went on in my head?

“It’s kind of…kinky.”

“All the more reason I should know. Girls who think about kinky things need a spanking to teach them a lesson,” he insists.

Well, if he’s going to put it that way, what else can I do?

“It was sort of a lesbian fantasy.”

“You were doing it with another girl?” His tone is even, utterly professional. I have no clue what his real reaction is.

“Not a girl exactly. A mermaid. And she made me wrap my legs around her slippery hips and suck her nipples while she…she…”

“Spit it out, Stef.”

“She spanked me with her tail and…she said she wouldn’t stop until I came.”

He sucks in his breath. “Well, I think we already know the appropriate method to deal with a fantasy like that. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. That’s key for good manager-employee relations. Do you know what I’m going to do next?”

“Spank me?” I whisper.

“Yes. More specifically, I will spank you while you straddle me just like you did with your girlfriend. But of course, instead of a fish tail, I’ve got a very hard cock here and I have to figure out what to do with it. Do you have any ideas?”

“Fuck me?”

Anton chuckles. “You know, honey, you’re turning into a very cooperative worker after all. Climb on.”

I swing a leg over him and settle onto him. My flesh makes a soft sucking sound as he slides in. His thick cock feels so good pressing against my swollen walls that in spite of my hunger for new and sharper pleasures, I start to ride him in the usual way, with quick thrusts of my hips.

But things quickly take an unusual turn. He aims his first slap right into my sensitive ass crack.

I cry out, my muscles gripping him convulsively.

He makes a low grunt of approval. “Good work. Let’s try that again.”

The next blow is harder, driving my clit against the rough hairs on his belly. I grit my teeth and clutch him tighter.

“Did you suck her nipples while you rubbed your cunt on her?”

“Yes,” I admit breathlessly.

Smack.

“Bad girl. You deserve to have your ass spanked until you come.”

I feel no shame now. With each slap, I grind my clit on him and then push my ass out again for another sweet shot of that intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and pain.

“Do you like this? Is it as good as it was with her?”

“It’s better,” I confess. And it’s the truth.

Anton grins up at me. “Well, that’s the response I was looking for. I guess I can stop spanking you now.”

“No, don’t stop,” I plead before I’m really aware of what I’m saying.

“Oh? You mean, you want me to keep spanking your ass?”

I nod.

“Then beg me.”

Back in my other life, I’m too proud to beg for anything, but all the rules are different now. I’m different. In this slipsliding underworld of lust, I’ll do anything to feel the delicious sting of his hand stoking the fire in my flesh.

“Please, Anton, spank my ass while you fuck me.” I’m almost crying, and my pussy, too, is weeping, the juices pooling on his belly.

Anton starts bucking, a butterfly-stroke dolphin kick, mattress style. “Say it again. Tell me how much you want it,” he orders, his voice hoarse and thick.

“Please spank me. I need it. I’ll die without it. Please, boss, please.”

With those magic words, I finally earn my employee bonus, a flurry of slaps on the ass that drive me up and over the edge. A voice screams, “God, I’m coming”—I think it’s mine—and another, lower one joins in with a “Fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck,” and I have to grip my thighs as tightly as I can to stay on as he empties himself into me.

Afterward we snuggle, wrapped around each other like fronds of seaweed, not even bothering to mop up the sticky wetness.

“Do you think I’m a pervert?” I say softly, into his shoulder.

“I think you’re hot,” he replies, stroking my hair.

I smile. “So what do you like to think about when you…you know…?”

Anton laughs. “Funny you should ask. One of my old favorites is that I’m spying on two sexy women doing it in a pool and they catch me and beg me to fuck them.”

I laugh, too, with pleasure and relief. “Really? Do you spank them?”

“No, but I will next time.”

He tilts my chin up. Our eyes meet. His are green and liquid and seem to reach down inside me to touch all my soft, secret places. I hear a voice, too, echoing faintly in my head—his or mine, I’m not quite sure.

Thanks for the ride.

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