Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
Spanking on Prescription
Over my desk, skirt up and knickers down, now young lady
Jess checked her fob watch, lifting it from her pert young breast, watching the second hand sweep forwards. There was just a minute of her shift on Alexandra Ward left.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted Mr Cruikshank. There was something she found intriguing and alluring about the presence of this intelligent and commanding middle-aged professional. Jess had an idea that he might be just the person to take her in hand. Eyeing him across the ward, she felt herself moistening in her white, cotton, workaday panties.
Something in Jess snapped, and she walked straight towards him. Brushing close by, she stopped to whisper in his ear,
“I hear Good Girls go to heaven and Naughty Girls get a firm spanking; I am not sure if I have been a naughty enough girl today, do you think you could help me?”
Mr Cruikshank gasped. He found his hand brushing against Jess’s uniformed bottom. “You could get me into trouble young lady! I expect to see you in my office in five minutes!” He barked.
Jess skipped to his office, anticipating and hoping for a particular sort of dressing down. Her hand rapped against the door.
“Come.” Came the reply.
Behind a desk, Mr Cruikshank sat, wringing his large hands.
“Over my desk, skirt up and knickers down, now young lady,” Mr Cruikshank demanded, eyeing her as she teetered in her blue, checked dress uniform and black stockings.
Spreading her feet, her pretty bottom was thrust up, making a delightful target.
His hands began their assault on her form, pounding her white cheeks with his palms till poor Jess was a mess of red, throbbing ecstasy. Her panties, arranged above her knees would have offered little protection from his firm spanking but to have been made to lower them had given Jess such a thrill.
Jess found herself feeling that she wanted to be fucked; she wanted him to use her for his pleasure. “Sir, will you fuck me?” She whimpered as the last of 48 firm spanks landed across her throbbing cheeks.
“Good girls go to heaven!” he said.
Mr Cruikshank unfastened his belt, lowered his trousers to his ankles, revealing his erect penis. Without any reservation, he pushed himself into her wet plump cunt, sliding his long shaft into her pretty, ginger mound.
“Oh Sir, is this heaven?” she cried.
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