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Spanked in Church Ch. 07
Monday morning. Leandro was glad he could sit quietly in the Economou Discount’s cluttered office with the blinds drawn. At some point last night he’d switched from beer to tequila and that was always a big mistake. Now he sat with a glass of water and a pack of discount Tylenol on the desk before him. Never again, he told himself as he held his head in his hands! He was getting too old for that kind of drinking. Wasn’t like he was some college jock now.
John Leandro was proud of his Italian heritage especially his intelligent dark brown eyes and thick hair, which was slightly too long, as well as a tendency to tan deeply. He wasn’t a tall man being only of average height, however he was broad shouldered and well-muscled as he still worked out whenever he had time. As a junior manager in Economou Discount’s chain today he wore a short-sleeved white shirt, corporate tie and charcoal slacks.
Late morning, he felt a bit more human and felt able to venture out on the shop floor. The harsh strip lights hurt his eyes and the hustle and bustle of people looking for bargains among the piles of cheap tat was too noisy and fast paced to take for long. However, he was surprised but pleased to see that Prezlea-Lynn was at a till and working at a faster pace than previously. Although that wasn’t setting the bar very high. She looked up from the customer she was serving and nodded. And there was another thing — Prezlea-Lynn wasn’t even chewing gum! Maybe that spanking had done the young woman some good after all.
He checked the aisles, made sure there was stock on all the shelves and nothing was absent. He checked the bargain offers and that all seemed tidy with no obvious slip or trip hazards. He didn’t want his store getting sued for megabucks by some ambulance chasing sleazebag attorney. He returned to the safety of his office and caught up on mail and important notices from the regional office, the vast majority of which could be safely ignored.
Late afternoon and his shift was coming to an end. He put in a request for more barbecue equipment and briquettes because if this warm spell continued they would fly out the door. He was about to check the ancient fax machine the company supplied and thought was adequate for his needs when he heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he said with a sigh. It was always at the end of a shift when some crisis or other occurred.
Prezlea-Lynn stepped into the office and flicked the thumb-lock closed. A moment of alarm filled Leandro. Was the young woman so consumed with rage after being publicly spanked in church the previous day? Had her mind snapped? Had she gone postal? Had she brought in a small.22 or lady’s.32 with her and was about to shoot him? He wished his own.38 wasn’t locked away at home but really — who would have thought that the manager of this Economou Discount in a sleepy small town would ever need serious firepower? He carefully raised his arms, palms outward, showing that he had no weapon. Yet Prezlea-Lynn didn’t draw a piece and start blazing away, filling him with holes.
“Have you got a few minutes, Mr. Leandro? Can I have a word if that’s okay?” She didn’t look angry, more ashamed of herself.
“Sure,” Leandro said. “It’s part of my job. What can I do for you?” He lowered his hands and pushed a chair over to her with his foot. “Take a seat.”
Prezlea-Lynn looked at the seat and shook her head. Leandro thought her ass must still be sore.
“It’s about yesterday. When you spanked me in church,” she began. “I’ve been thinking it over and I talked with my dad.”
“Mmm, hmm,” Leandro said trying to encourage the young woman to continue.
“My dad explained that it was to straighten me out. And that’s what I want,” she said defiantly as if Leandro was about to contradict her.
He raised his eyebrows as he was so taken aback as that was not what he expected at all. “Go on,” he invited.
“I’ve been thinking and realized I’ve been wasting my life for ages and I want to change and that spanking made me want to change my ways. When my mom left us after dad’s accident I went a bit wild as dad couldn’t control me. I’d been doing quite well at middle school but things went wrong at high school and I got in with the wrong crowd — you know, staying off school, drinking, doing weed, joyriding, even shoplifting. I’ve had some brushes with the law and I realize now that if I carry on like this I’m gonna end up in jail or living in some crappy trailer or something.”
Prezlea-Lynn paused fatih escort for breath and Leandro realized that the young woman had been thinking of this all day.
“But I wanna change. I was wondering if you could help me get my GED and I was thinking I don’t want to stay on the till or stacking shelves all my life. And I don’t want to end up being some welfare mom on food stamps like loads of other girls I know. So are there any courses or qualifications I can get if I want to be a manager one day?”
All that as a result of a spanking! Leandro half stood as he was impressed with the young woman’s bravery in admitting her faults and wanting to change her ways.
He smiled. “Of course, I’ll be glad to help in any way, Prezlea-Lynn. It’s what I’m here for.”
She blinked. “I know what I’m like, Mr. Leandro, and I know I’ll get lazy and make mistakes and so I want you to discipline me when I need it or when you want.” She paused for a moment and licked her lips. “My dad asked if you would you spank me again so I don’t lose my focus?”
“Sure, if that’s what you really want,” Leandro said. “Any time.”
“In that case, please spank me now,” she said.
Leandro raised his eyebrows in surprise once again but stood and walked around the desk. Before him stood Prezlea-Lynn. She stood with her eyes downcast awaiting her discipline. The young woman stood five six and weighed almost one ninety pounds, he guessed. She wore the Economou Discount uniform of an unflattering burgundy smock with the logo over the breast and cheap black pants which stretched across her broad ass. Her large breasts pushed out the front of her top like she was smuggling two puppies up there. Dragging his eyes up from her chest, she had a round face, with mascara around her eyes and dark lipstick. Her sultry brown eyes, which so resembled Elvis’s gazed back at him.
“Please, I don’t wanna go back to my old ways,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll spank you now. Take off your clothes and bend over the desk,” he said harshly. He pushed aside his phone and cleared away some of the paperwork cluttering the desktop and stood with his arms folded across his chest. He watched as Prezlea-Lynn kicked off her slip-on shoes, and then undid her smock revealing her large, paler breasts. She laid it down on a chair her breasts swaying delightfully beneath her bra. She unsnapped her pants button and pushed them down her chubby legs, her breasts hanging down showing the deep valley between them. She stepped out of them, one foot at a time and folded them before laying them on her smock. Now she had on only her underwear, a large sagging bra and graying, well-washed panties. She hadn’t dressed to impress, that was for sure, Leandro thought. Prezlea-Lynn glanced over nervously.
“Those as well,” he commanded.
Prezlea-Lynn reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She shrugged out of the shoulder straps but held the cups in place over her wobbling boobs. Keeping one arm over her breasts she dropped it on top of her other clothes. Now she stood in only her briefs — though they were rather sizeable to be described as brief. With one hand, she tried to push them down over her ass but had difficulty doing so. Leandro leaned back against the wall and watched until he lost patience.
“Hurry up,” he told her.
Finally, turning her back on Leandro, she managed to get her panties off while still covering her chest but revealing her voluminous ass to his gaze. He saw cellulite dimples covering her buttocks and upper thighs and the dark crevice between her ass cheeks. She made to drop that final garment on the small mound of clothing but Leandro clicked his fingers.
“Pass them over. Panty inspection,” he said. There was no compromise in his tone.
“What!” Prezlea-Lynn exclaimed.
“Now.” Leandro held out his hand.
Prezlea-Lynn paused for a moment but passed her panties over. She was so conscious that she had worn them all day so they weren’t the freshest. Leandro held the cheap cotton briefs, still warm from her body. He turned them inside out, checking the saddle. There was a definite darker stain near the front and a faint sour aroma arose from them.
“Hmm, these aren’t very clean, are they? Personal hygiene is very important especially if you are dealing with food items.” he told her.
Prezlea-Lynn looked down at the floor and a blush spread over her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. It was a long shift,” she said.
“Turn around and put your hands on your head,” Leandro ordered her.
Prezlea-Lynn whimpered a little and turned around and slowly, slowly raised her plump arms and placed them on top of her head above her loose ponytail. Everything was on display. Leandro stepped away from the wall. Prezlea-Lynn’s boobs were large and heavy and fell away from each other leaving a deep shaded valley between them. They had wide, low-slung areolas only slightly darker than her skin which gradually faded away into her breasts. Her nipples çapa escort were a dark pink and stuck out prominently.
He looked up, taking in a slight hint of stubble in her armpits and perhaps too much flesh on her underarms. Her sultry face with her sensual lips and deep brown eyes gazed back at him. She gnawed at her lower lip in a mixture of defiance and fear. Trying to calm her worries, Leandro smiled back at the young woman. She tentatively smiled back.
He looked down at her belly and although a few white stretch marks striped her lower abdomen, it was plumply sexy with its ample, generous curves. With her warmly fleshy body on show, she was a big, beautiful woman, he thought. Overweight for sure but not yet obese although her belly was starting to develop an overhang which shaded her pussy. Still lower, and likewise, her thighs were full, also mostly concealing her vulva. He would check that out later. Sturdy calves and thick ankles completed his inspection. Prezlea-Lynn was a big, beautiful woman for sure; heavier than his personal preference but still attractive. However, he was looking forward to taking charge of her discipline and hopefully improving her attitude and conduct.
Leandro took hold of the girl by her arm and led her over to the table.
“Bend over,” he commanded as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Obediently Prezlea-Lynn bent at the waist, pressing her fleshy melons onto the hard, scratched plastic surface and wriggled her bottom trying to find a comfortable position. Leandro gave her a moment or two to get ready before standing behind her. He noticed that her heavy, dimpled bottom was still pinker than her thighs as a result of his spanking her yesterday with her ass crack a deep shadowy crevice separating the two halves.
“Legs apart,” he snapped.
Prezlea-Lynn did so, affording him a look at her vaginal lips. He crouched down, making it very obvious that he was staring at her genitals. Prezlea-Lynn squirmed under his gaze. Her pussy was very nice, Leandro thought, with somewhat swollen inner labia, darker than the rest of her skin, protruding beyond her outer lips. She had shaved but not within the last few days, he thought. Her pussy glistened slightly and as he breathed in, he inhaled her mild, pleasant aroma. He touched her vagina and Prezlea-Lynn gasped at his contact. His finger moved downwards, away from her love tunnel itself and down to her clitoris which was pushing out of the protection of its hood. The young woman’s love-juices were flowing more freely now, coating his finger. He ran his finger around and around her clitoris several times and enjoyed feeling the woman’s arousal building up.
Leandro stood up, his knee popping, and Prezlea-Lynn flinched expecting her spanking to begin. Instead, he rested his left hand on the small of her back feeling her body heat and perspiration as well as her evident arousal. With his right he parted her buttocks and stared down at the dark starfish of her puckered anus. It was centered within a patch of darker skin. He knew that most women found that to be such a humiliating experience. Prezlea-Lynn tightened her asshole, trying to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Leandro grinned. He would come back to that later.
“Keep them apart,” he instructed her as he moved to the woman’s side.
Leandro raised his hand, held it up for a second to heighten Prezlea-Lynn’s fear before bringing it down hard on her bottom. She cried out involuntarily as the sound of the slap echoed around Leandro’s office. Her flesh rippled so provocatively making him want to spank and spank her. And he saw that her bottom was presented to him to allow him to punish her as he saw fit. He grinned, a hard smile.
Leandro raised his hand and SLAP! He aimed the blow right at the center of her ass and saw a red handprint appear on her flesh, bisected by her ass crack. The sound filled his office followed immediately by the girl’s yelp of pain. That spurred Leandro on and her delivered blow after blow across her backside laying his blows from the tops of her swelling glutes down to her upper thighs, paying attention to her sit-spot but not neglecting the center of her buttocks until the whole area was a warm, darkening crimson. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The sounds of his slaps now mixed with the sounds of her stifled cries as she coped with the pain coming from her tenderized ass as well as her feelings of subjection and submission to his will.
Leandro paused for breath and Prezlea-Lynn took the opportunity to raise her head from her forearm and glanced back over her shoulder to look at Leandro.
“Eyes front,” Leandro snapped like a drill sergeant and watched as Prezlea-Lynn did as she was told. He smiled as it seemed she was learning to obey him. He shook out his hand and flexed it. Then he took aim and brought his hand down hard right across the middle of her bottom. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Once again her discipline güngören escort resumed and once again Prezlea-Lynn started crying with the pain that filled her. Yet she held her position even though he noticed that her hands were tightly gripping the edge of the desk and her knuckles were white with tension. But Leandro took little notice of the young woman’s distress. SLAP! Ouch! SLAP! Please, no! SLAP! Ow, ow, ow! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Her dimpled flesh wriggled and jiggled as his blows landed with forceful impact across her wide buttocks.
Again, Leandro paused for breath and stepped back so he could admire the view of the chubby young woman bent across his desk willingly submitting to his discipline. He realized that his cock was so stiff; it was pressing painfully against his fly. On impulse, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and shorts down to his knees with a whisper of the material. His cock stood out proudly, as hard as oak, while pre-cum coated its head. He stroked it once, twice with his left hand.
Prezlea-Lynn peeked over her shoulder at what was happening behind her. Her sultry eyes opened wide.
“You can if you want to, Mr. Leandro,” she said quietly, but not without a catch in her breath from the pain still coming from her rear.
Leandro leaned forwards and slipped his hand in between Prezlea-Lynn’s legs feeling her warm, slightly protrusive labia which were dewy with her flowing vaginal juices. He pushed his finger up inside her hot, wet cavern and now Prezlea-Lynn groaned with the expectation of pleasure rather than pain. He twisted and turned his finger, finding her G-spot and now her groans became louder and needier. He felt her muscles start to spasm as her climax built up.
Leandro took his hand away. It was so wet with her hot fluids. Prezlea-Lynn moaned as she realized she wouldn’t be getting an orgasm just yet. She bucked her hips against Leandro, hoping to encourage him to continue. He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled the aromatic scent of her arousal. That spurred him on. He separated her buttock cheeks and looked down at the dark brown starfish of her puckered anus. He fingered her anus and then pushed one and then two fingers into her asshole. There was some resistance at first but he managed to force his fingers in.
“Mr. Leandro?” she asked with surprise. “Aren’t you gonna fuck my pussy?”
“No. That would be adultery and that’s a sin. Remember, ‘Thou shalt not commit adultery’; but that refers to vaginal sex. I’ve read nothing against anal sex between a man and a woman.”
He thought that was true from all his Bible study at the Catholic school when he was a boy.
Prezlea-Lynn nodded and spread her legs wider in acquiescence. Grabbing a bottle of olive oil from his desk, a leftover from his lunch, he poured the oily dressing over her anus, watching it twitch delightfully, and down her crack. Again, he pushed his fingers inside her, forcing her sphincter to open. Once he was satisfied that her tight little ass was ready, he stepped forwards, his cock standing thick and ready and throbbing. He pulled out his fingers leaving her anus open and pushed his cock into the gaping hole. He pushed deeper, harder up into her rectum. Prezlea-Lynn squealed and bucked and again her hands gripped the desk tightly.
“I need a shit,” she squealed.
Meanwhile her sphincter muscles gripped the shaft of Leandro’s cock tightly. He pushed harder, in and out, his shaft straining against her bowel; his hands grasping her hips. Now, the oily lubricant helping his passage, he started pushing in and out, faster and faster, and the delightful sensations built up in his cock, filling his mind and now his breath came in deep gasps as the force of his imminent climax built up within me.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Prezlea-Lynn begged.
It felt so good and he felt so powerful taking this young woman up her forbidden back passage. He thrust harder and harder until his seed burst forth in a sticky mess deep within the woman’s bowels. He cried out with the release of his tensions and at the same moment Prezlea-Lynn came, her cries a counterpoint to his own. He wiped his forehead. That had been so good and he hoped that Prezlea-Lynn had enjoyed it, too.
“That was so wonderful once I got used to it,” Prezlea-Lynn told him.
Leandro nodded as he withdrew and took a box of tissues from his desktop and cleaned himself up as best he could. He handed the box to Prezlea-Lynn so she could do the same. She pushed herself up off the desk and stood naked before him, her big boobs swaying provocatively as she wiped between her legs and he noticed that a sheen of sweat covered her forehead and chest. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared. Leandro pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. He nodded to her and smiled, hoping to reassure her.
“Remember, if you misbehave you’ll be spanked again,” he told her, trying to sound severe.
“Thank you, Mr. Leandro. But I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna be in trouble again real soon,” she said with a smile lighting up her face. “I’ll need some straightening out.” She stepped over to the chair and started to get dressed. Leandro watched her raise her panties up her chunky thighs until they covered her reddened, purplish bruised ass. Once she was finished, he unlocked the door and showed her out.