They were kissing before either one could stop themselves. The attraction between them had been growing, and although Danielle knew every aspect of what she was doing was wrong, she continued to kiss him nonetheless. She had been aching for the touch of a man lately. Any man would do. She had been enjoying the way that David had been looking at her lately, his eyes and thoughts caressing her every eighteen-year-old curve. She knew he had been watching her dry herself off in the bathroom a few days earlier and deliberately bent and twisted to give him a peek here and there of her thighs, bottom, and breasts.
The restaurant was closed and all of the other waitresses had left for the night. Danielle hadn't come into his office expecting to get laid. She brought in her register to cash out. His hand had brushed hers and they gave each other an almost knowing look. She was soon straddled over his lap and kissing him desperately on the mouth. His hand pushed her skirt up roughly and caressed her creamy thigh. She awkwardly attempted to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants as he kissed, sucked, and nibbled on her neck. He put his hand under her bottom and lifted her slightly as he pushed his pants down over his hips.
"I want you," he mumbled.
She could feel his erection pressing against her clitoris. She longed to feel him inside of her. His hands attempted to ease her panties over her hips. She put her knees by his hips and kneeled as he eased her panties over her firm bottom and exposing her bush. She leaned into him and pulled her leg out of her panties. She let them fall on the floor and off the other leg. He lifted himself off the chair slightly as she lowered his boxer shorts to his knees. A moment later, he was warm, rock hard, and deep inside of her. She moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair. She moved up and down, making him penetrate her over and over. His hands squeezed her hips. For a moment, she only felt one hand on her hip, and before she could wonder what happened to the other hand, she felt a sharp slap on her right bottom cheek. She was briefly startled, and it wasn't until she felt a sharp slap on her left bottom cheek that she realized that electricity was coursing through her veins. He thrust harder and she dug her nails into his shoulders. The tip of his penis brushed against her g-spot and her legs trembled.
She was writhing over his lap as his hand spanked her bottom and his penis regularly caressed her g-spot. She didn't realize how loudly she was moaning. She suddenly felt a hot throb inside of her and a moment later, she felt as if she was seeing stars.
She collapsed in his arms, and for a moment, there was nothing in the world except for their breathing.
They didn't speak much to each other the next day. They were closing together again, and she didn't speak until all the other waitresses had left.
"What was that thing you were doing last night?"
"What thing?"
"Where you were smacking my ass," she said, bluntly. He looked down at his desk, shyly.
"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I just get so caught up in the moment-," he said, nervously. "My wife-," he said, quietly, "she likes it when I spank her."
"Spank her? While you're having sex?"
"Yes," he said, his face red. "And at other times?"
"What other times?" Danielle said, curiously, feeling a tingle in her yoni.
"Sometimes she likes it-," David sputtered a bit. "You don't want to know."
"I do," she said, forcefully, the tingle turning into an ache.
"Sometimes she likes me to put her over my knee and spank her until her bottom's red," he said.
"Would you- do that to me?" she said, seductively, licking her lips. She knew if she had been witnessing this whole scene from the outside, she would have thought herself insane. However, the ache between her legs was desperate, and she suddenly wanted to know what it felt like to be draped over his lap in a prone position.
"Really?" he said, sounding like a little boy in a toy store.
She walked over to his desk, hiked up her skirt, and lay across his lap. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and smoothed her white cotton panties over her firm bottom. She felt him harden immediately under her abdomen.
He began slow and light, concentrating on her sit spot at the curve of her bottom. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. She longed for him to spank harder, but she knew she wasn't ready. The jerking of her body and the vibrations in her yoni from the rhythmic smacking of her bottom nearly brought her to orgasm.
"Harder!" she suddenly cried, and his palm cracked against her bottom, sending electricity through her whole body. She lifted her hips to lower her panties, and he helped her pull them to her knees. She came to orgasm when she felt his palm gently caress her slightly pink bottom. He began to spank her again, firmly.
A hot ache began to spread across her bottom, and the room was filled with the echoes of a palm slapping bare skin with resolve. She kicked her legs and squirmed a bit under his striking hand. Her face was flushed with pleasure and she was working toward another orgasm. When he stopped for a moment to caress her red, flaming skin, she came again.
"More!" she ordered, and he complied. Her bottom ached and felt as if it was on fire, but she wanted more. She enjoyed the sound, the moment his palm made contact with her skin, and the moment between spanks when the sharpness dulls slowly. Right before her third orgasm, he stopped to caress her again, and right on cue, the third orgasm shook her whole body.
"I'm surprised," he said, quietly. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a spanko."