The Rep

Linda had been pestering him for months to make an appointment to demonstrate the software. She insisted it was state of the art...Something his organization couldn't do without. He hated sales pitches and avoided them at all costs, but she would not let up and he finally relented.

Actually, they knew each other quite well. Over the past five years, his organization had spent thousands and thousands of dollars on her organization's products. He was a good customer and she knew it. She was an effective sales rep and he knew it, and he trusted her not to steer him wrong.

He was in his early 50's, handsome if not sexy and possessing a very powerful personality. He commanded a certain level of respect that was obvious to her as she visited his office and talked to people who worked for him.

She was 42 and a mother of two. She took pride in her appearance and her body showed none of the telltale signs that pregnancy often leaves on women who refused to take care of themselves. She was very businesslike in his presence and always on top of her game. While both noticed the obvious attractiveness of the other, their relationship had never been anything other than professional.

When he finally relented and made the appointment he told her, only partially joking, that the software had better be all she represented to be or she would "regret wasting his time."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone line and she giggled, "What are you going to do if you don't like it? Punish me? Spank me?"

His response was immediate, "That...Or worse" he growled, putting on a stern voice.

Her response was automatic, "Oh my!..." And she realized she was blushing.

She recovered and made the appointment for the next week. He assured her that he would have an Eiki projector ready in a vacant lab so that she could connect her laptop and show the software to its fullest advantage.

She arrived at his office at the appointed time and he was waiting for her. She was dressed in a manner that was described in the industry as "professional"... Gray slacks, dark blazer, gray silk blouse, discrete pearl necklace, low heels, her shoulder length, black hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She, for the first time, noticed that his eyes moved over her body in appreciation of her figure, and she blushed slightly.

He had on his usual office attire...Khakis, cotton buttondown shirt, tie and loafers. His clothes hung on him nicely and she, as she always did, noticed the muscular nature of his shoulders, neck and arms.

They walked to the building where the lab was located and she went about setting up her laptop while he connected it to the Eiki projector. Because of all the computers in the lab it was warm and soon she stopped to take off her blazer. As she arched her back to remove the jacket she heard him gasp and looked to see him staring at the image of her full breasts pressed against the thin silk material of her blouse.

Up until that instant, he had not been fully aware of her body...And they both blushed as she caught him staring. It was at this point that everything changed and it all came together for him. After that frozen instant in time he began to watch her...Taking in the details. He had done all he could do to assist her, so he took a chair and waited while she completed the setup.

Yes, her hips were nicely rounded and showed to their best advantage in the snug fitting slacks she wore. Despite having birthed two children, her waist cut in sharply and accented both her hips and her breasts. And her breasts...Now he took notice...He had never particularly noticed their size or shape...They were full and, as he noticed when she had arched her back, rested in a thin bra...No question that gravity had had its effect on them...They did sag slightly, but only very slightly and in a way that he found incredibly erotic...He could imagine the nipples, erect on the upturned surface of them.

It was only then that he noticed the fullness of her lips and the thickness of her hair and he began to wonder about her as a woman as opposed to a sales rep. He had a theory, one he had tested and found to be true over and over. His theory was that the fullness of a woman's lips were a direct indicator of the fullness of her pussy lips. Linda had full dark lips and given that her hair was also dark and thick, he quickly decided that those characteristics would carry over to what lay between her legs...And such a realization stirred the beginning of an erection in his trousers.

She busied herself with preparing the presentation, but his obvious erotic interest in her made her nervous and she began to fumble with the cables and other equipment. Finally she had everything ready and as she stood from where she was bent connecting the last cable she again noticed that he was staring at her ass in a most interested manner. A sideways glance enabled her to take a look at his crotch and the lump she saw there was unmistakable...Silently catching her breath she paused and looked away, recognizing the fuzzy feeling in her belly that heralded the beginnings of sexual arousal...This feeling was always followed by the erecting of her nipples and she felt that begin...Right on time.

Without thinking, as she turned to face him she reached behind her back to better tuck her blouse into her slacks and again her breasts were pressed against the thin material...Except that this time he was treated to the sight of two very thick, very erect nipples pushing out as if seeking contact. He was more prepared this time than the first but he was careful to make sure she saw him looking and again she blushed.

Her presentation was terrible. Totally unnerved by his obvious sexual interest in her and confused by her own body's reaction, she stuttered and stammered through the entire series of screens. To make it worse, she slowly became aware of the fact that this software wasn't what he wanted at all...To her embarrassment, she had totally missed what he had expressed as his needs.

Finally, mercifully, she came to the end of the presentation and turned her computer and the projector off.

Turning to him she smiled her brightest sales smile and said, "Well, what do you think?"

He stared at her from his chair and said, "Where do you want me to give you your punishment?"

"E-excuse me?" she stuttered, completely shocked at the question.

"You heard me" he said smiling, "Where do you want to get your punishment?"

She knew what he was referring to, but couldn't believe he had actually said it.

Laughing, she responded, "Well when I was little I always wanted to get it over quickly."

"I see," he said as if considering her answer seriously, "Well, get your stuff together and let's get you to your car."

Thinking that his comments had been a joke, she moved to gather her equipment together. He helped her and they soon had it back in her case. He walked with her to her car and lifted the case into the trunk. As he turned she said, "I guess I missed the target on that one didn't I?"

He leveled his gaze at her and said, "Big time."

She dropped her eyes and was amazed to find herself staring at her feet like a little girl caught misbehaving.

"I-I'm sorry," she stuttered.

"Not nearly as sorry as you're going to be," he responded.

She jerked her head up to see him holding a fold of money toward her.

"W-what's this?" she stuttered.

"There is a motel called Lanier Lodge at Exit 15 about 20 miles down 400. Go there and get a room," he said. "I'll be there as soon as I finish one thing at the office."

"W-what?" she stuttered, amazed to feel her heart racing and her clit begin to throb in involuntary excitement.

"You heard me," he said evenly "You did say you wanted to get the punishment over with didn't you?"

"I t-thought you were j-joking!" she stammered "There is no way..."

"I don't joke," he interrupted, "Ever"

"T-there's no way!" she declared, the shaking in her voice belying the seeming conviction of her statement.

"Well," he said with a shrug, "Either you take the punishment or get me another rep."

"I never!" she hissed jerking the car door open and bending in to put her brief case on the passenger's seat.

"It's your choice" he said simply, "I'll be at the motel in a half an hour. Get a room, leave the room number under your windshield wiper, and sit and wait. No television or radio. Just wait...Or go on back to the office and get me another rep."

As if in shock, she sat down in her car and started the engine. He pushed to door closed and stepped back. She said nothing, just looked into the level gaze of his eyes, and drove away.

Her mind was racing as she drove through the light traffic and came to a stop at a traffic signal.

"The nerve!" she muttered as she sat waiting for the light, "If he thinks..." She spat as she pulled away when the light turned green.

But her body betrayed her even as she drove down the highway. She couldn't get the image of his eyes staring into hers out of her mind and soon she noticed her clit begin that familiar nagging, throbbing that she found so irresistible. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind she turned onto the southbound lanes of GA 400 and headed toward Atlanta, her mind racing with images she had never imagined before.

She couldn't remember the last time she had received a spanking, but she knew she was young and that, most probably, it was administered by her mother. She did remember how humiliating it always was to be bent over her mother's legs and have her bottom spanked. Her mom never spanked her bare bottom, but a spanking on the panties was humiliating nonetheless and she always vowed to be a "good girl" after the spanking.

From this, her thoughts ran to a more erotic vein and she began to imagine how he would handle spanking a grown woman. The fact that she was wearing slacks surely meant that he would make her strip to her panties and she gasped at the remembrance that she was wearing thin black panties that came from Victoria's Secret as a part of a panty/bra ensemble. Immediately, the image of her draped across his lap with her bottom turned up raced through her mind. She was mesmerized by the image and shook her head in disbelief as she felt her nipples jutting against the thin bra she wore.

She knew exactly where the motel he described was and as the first sign for Exit 15 came into view, her heart began to race and unbelieving, she noticed that she still gripped in her hand, around the steering wheel, the money he had given her.

"Linda," she whispered, "Are you really going to do this?'

Her answer came when, as Exit 15 appeared, she veered to the right, left the freeway, and drive to the lobby entrance of the motel.

The check-in process went smoothly. It was after 2:00 PM and the clerk assumed she was a traveling business-woman needing a room for the night. Linda was thankful for this...Three years ago she had had an affair with a co-worker and checking in during mid-day always brought stares, or even worse, knowing grins. Her hands shook as she put the key-card into the lock. She quickly closed the door and closed the curtains in the room.

The room was a carbon copy of virtually every other motel room in the country...King sized bed, small table with two padded wooden arm chairs, television, lamps, and bathroom...She paced nervously for a minute, then spotted the note pad on the bedside table. Remembering his nstructions she wrote the room number on a sheet of paper and quickly walked outside and put it under the wiper blade on her car...Glancing around the ensure no one had seen her, she quickly stepped back inside the room...She paced...Still not believing that she was in the room...She turned the TV on then off quickly when she remembered that he had told her not to...She was immediately amazed that he seemed to have such a command over her, even when he wasn't there.

It was so implausible...She was an intelligent, assertive professional woman who had total control over her life just four hours ago...Then suddenly, in the span of less than an hour, she had been reduced to a nervous young girl, sitting, waiting...For a spanking.

She was jerked from her thoughts by the sound of a car door slamming. Her pulse began to race as she heard footsteps approaching, then pause...He was checking her windshield she accurately guessed. The there were exactly five more steps and then his knock on the door...She jumped up as if shocked by electrical current and quickly opened the door.

She was surprised to see him standing dressed in jeans and a khaki shirt instead of his business clothes. He was holding a leather case about three feet long, six inches wide and six inches thick. His eyes pierced hers as she looked up at him and she immediately dropped her gaze to the floor...The little girl again.

"Hi, " he said, "I see you made your decision."

"Y-yes," she responded, her voice almost a whisper, "I guess I did."

"Sit down," he stated, motioning to a chair.

She quickly sat as he took the other chair. He took a minute to look at her then leaned forward.

"You're sure you want to do this," he stated as he looked into her eyes.

She raised her eye almost in anger but immediately dropped her gaze to he lap when her glare met his blue eyes.

"I-I d-don't have much choice, do I?" she stammered.

"Sure you do," he responded, "You don't have to do this at all. Just walk out, and get me a new rep."

"T-that's not fair!" she retorted angrily, "This is the first mistake I have made with your account!"

"Yes, I know" he responded gently, "But we discussed this ahead of time. You've been my rep for years now. You know not to waste my time."

"Y-yes, but I thought you would like the software. It's our newest product" she pleaded, not realizing how silly this sounded...Again, the little girl.

"Linda," he smiled "I told you for months that I wasn't interested. You just didn't listen, and you wasted my time."

She dropped her head and nodded in resignation "Yes, you're right. I didn't listen...But a spanking?"

"Who said anything about a spanking?" he replied, "I said punishment, not spanking."

"B-but, isn't spanking a punishment?" she stuttered, confused.

"It can be," he replied, "But I have more than a spanking in mind for you."

"W-wha-at?" she stammered, "What do you mean 'more'?"

"Just get undressed" he stated simply "and we'll get started."

"Un-undressed?!" she blurted, "You want me nude?"

"Yes," he replied simply, "Nude."

"B-but," she stammered wringing her hands as her pulse roared in her ears, "I j-just d-don't understand!"

"It simple," he laughed as he spoke softly, yet firmly, "You stand up and remove your clothing. When you're done, I'll tell you what to do next."

"O-oh god!" she stammered a whisper...She knew she had to do what he said. Not because she needed his account so badly, but because she needed to be taken where he was leading her. ...It was her secret...Her perversion...No one knew, until now... And somehow he had figured it out.

"W-where do y-you want me?" she whispered, still staring at her hands.

He stood and took her hand, guiding her into a standing position. Then he moved the table and one chair aside leaving a large space. Finally, he sat in the remaining chair and motioned her to a spot about four feet in front of him.

"Right here will be fine," he said "But before we start I'm giving you one final chance to leave."

Her head jerked up and her eyes met his.

"No!" she said sharply, almost as if the thought caused panic, then dropping her eyes, "N-no...I-I'll go through with it."

"Okay," he said simply, "anytime you're ready."

Her heart raced as she stood there, about to undress before a man she knew only from a professional point of view. Not sure about where to begin, she kicked her shoes off, and removed her blazer. She paused to look into his eyes, but his even gaze unnerved her and she dropped her eyes to her hands, as the moved to the buttons on her blouse. Again she hesitated, and thinking that she might preserve her dignity a little longer, she moved to unzip her slacks...That way at least her shirttail would cover her a little longer. She was acutely aware of his watching her, yet she put her thumbs in her waist band and began to wiggle her ass slightly as she worked the slacks off her hips. As the material cleared the round protuberance of her ass she slipped them down her legs and lifting first the left, then the right leg, stepped out of her slacks.

He shifted in his seat as her legs came into view. He realized that until this instant he had never seen her legs and he was pleased at what he saw. She had on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings that clung to her lower thigh and he glimpsed a sliver of black silk between her legs...And his heart began to race...Looking closer he saw the slight bulge created by the thick bush of her pubis...One theory confirmed once more...Thick black hair on the head means thick black hair between the legs...Of course this was a no-brainer...The real test of his theory would be her pussy lips.

Leaning over she quickly removed her stockings. She wanted to make her motions sexy and erotic, but her nervousness betrayed her and her hands shook as she moved closer to total nudity. Then she straightened and glanced at him again...He was still sitting, looking interestedly, with that same steady gaze. Taking a deep breath, she began to unbutton her blouse and her heart raced as the last button cleared the button-hole and her blouse fell open. She arched her back as she removed the silk garment and hear him gasp as her thinly covered breasts came into view.

The blood was rushing in her ears and she could see only a veil of pink in front of her eyes as she reached to unhook her bra. She wanted badly to stop, to dress and leave, but she knew instinctively that she was beyond self-control...To her, the only option was to get on with this and hope she made it through. Her fingers fumbled...Then finally she felt the familiar shape of the clasp...Aware that her posture caused her breasts to thrust toward him, she manipulated the clasp apart and then felt the slight sag of her breasts as the bra fell free.

Her next sensation was the sound of his sharp intake of breath as her nipples came into view...Dark, large pink paps surrounded by broad dark aureolae...Erect and upturned as if needing to be sucked...She paused to look into his eyes and was frightened by the raw sensuality she saw there...

Viewing her dark nipples, he was sure his theory was going to prove true. Her dark features would surely carry through to her pussy...He anxiously awaited the removal of her panties.

Fearing that if she paused she would not be able to go on, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties She bent to push them down and then felt them fall as they loosened on her thighs...They puddled at her feet and she, still staring at the floor, stepped out of the leg holes...The she straightened and face him...Nude.

Before she could settle into a posture, he stood and was looking deep into her eyes said, "Put your hands behind your neck and lace your fingers together."

Although she wanted badly to cover herself with her hands she wavered only a second before doing as he told her. As she laced her fingers behind her neck she immediately recognized that this posture raised her breasts in such a manner so as to thrust the nipples up and make them most prominent. Still standing in front of her, he noticed that her legs remained tightly clipped together as if to protect what lay between them.

"You need to move you feet apart" he said simply as he stared into her eyes.

"Why?" she asked, her eyes pleading with his not to make her expose herself any more.