Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 44-45

Part 44

As he undid his belt and unsnapped his khakis, Tim was hyperaware of several sensations. He could feel his flushed face was, and as strange as it was, he did feel a heat all over his body, just as if he had actually been hypnotized, and Marisa's suggestion was working. He also knew that he was nearly fully erect, and that was about to become painfully obvious.

As he unzipped his pants, his eyes darted for just a moment to the reflective glass at the rear of the room, and then to the women in the room with him, all of whom had excited, expectant expressions on their pretty faces. He desperately hoped that what he was about to go through was going to be worth it in the end!

He took a deep breath, aware of his rising chest and hard nipples under the soft lighting in the room, and then lowered his pants. He first stepped out of the right pants leg, and then the left, before standing up straight. He held his pants in front of him, aware of his bare feet on the carpet, and his bare legs, exposed to the cooled air.

Marisa and the other women looked him slowly up and down. His broad shoulders and upper back tapered down into a narrow waist; beneath that, his slightly over-sized, round buns flared outward in a sensuous way that was almost feminine.

He wore a pair of snug, black boxers, and his semi-erection made an embarrassing bulge, which he momentarily hid by holding his pants in front of him. Beneath the boxers, he had the lower body of a swimmer, with long, lean, muscular thighs, and prominent calf muscles. His face, arms and legs were tanned, making his lighter chest and upper thighs seem doubly exposed.

"Nice undies," Beth said from behind him, and Marisa grinned and nodded. She said,

"Now doesn't that feel better? Don't your legs feel cooler?"

Tim looked down into her brown eyes, and could only nod.

Marisa held her hands out to him, and Tim looked down at pants he was holding. She reached out and grasped the material, and Tim surrendered it, then awkwardly dropped his hands in front of his crotch. Marisa 's eyes dropped to his boxers, and then came back up to his face, smiling at him.

"You don't have anything to be ashamed of," she purred in a soothing voice. She reached one delicate hand out and laid it lightly over his hands, gently pulling his top hand to one side. As Tim started to move it to his side, she slid her hand over to his other hand. As she did so, her lean, warm fingers slid across the surface of his boxers, subtly grasping and then immediately releasing his straining erection to settle on his other hand, and ease it to the side.

Tim felt himself twitch and then harden a little more under the feather-light touch of Marisa's hand, as his hands dropped to his sides. Marisa's eyes darted back down, and her smile widened.

In the peripheral vision he saw that Beth and Stephanie had moved a little to one side, giving them a silhouetted view of his mostly exposed body. They both crossed their arms, grinning at all of his exposed skin. Somehow he knew that Debbie, Brittany and Martha -- still behind him on the folding chairs -- had their eyes on the seat of his boxers.

Marisa stepped to his side. "Feel how cool my hand is. It's easing the heat that had made you so uncomfortable, relaxing you wherever I touch your body." As she spoke, she slowly made a circle around him, trailing her right hand up and over his bare chest, onto the muscles of his shoulders and his upper back. As her hand slid lower, Tim could actually feel a cool sensation in the wake of her skin touching his, and he wondered again whether something like hypnosis had actually happened to him.

When she'd completed her circle, she finally dropped her hand from his left pectoral. "All better?" she asked.

"Yes."

Marisa smiled at him again, and then looked to the other women. Martha, Debbie and Brittany all joined Stephanie, Beth and Marisa, forming a circle around Tim.

Beth said, "You look really good in those boxers, and I know that the ladies who would be watching a video based on this would really appreciate that!" Several of the other girls nodded and giggled. Beth looked around the circle and said, "But we need some kind of bigger ending, don't we?"

Stephanie nodded. "The hypnosis part has been fun, but we're missing a final act!"

The women all moved back to the white board and formed a small huddle. As they started whispering among themselves, Tim did his best to not look at the reflective observation window, even though he knew that Pam was almost certainly on the other side of the glass, watching him, standing in the middle of the room and wearing only his snug boxer shorts.

Pam was indeed on the other side of the window, and she was indeed watching Tim, though she was accompanied by his four attractive, recent female hires.

Mia said, "What are those girls up to, do you think?"

Julie said, "Whatever it is, I don't think Mr. Johnson is going to like it!"

Anna said, "He looks so silly, standing there in just his undies in a roomful of fully dressed young women."

"Silly, but hot!" Kaitlyn agreed.

Just then, Beth clapped her hands happily, and the six women in the conference room moved together, like a football team breaking the huddle.

"Okay," Beth said, her blonde ponytail swinging as she walked back toward Tim,

"We've got our idea for the ending." Tim half-turned, and saw that Brittany, Stephanie and Martha had retaken their seats on the folding chairs. "Now that the Mysterious Marisa has helped you cool off, she's going to have you re-join the other volunteers."

Tim snorted softly at the idea that he was a "volunteer." Beth put one hand on Tim's shoulder, and Marisa gripped his other bicep lightly, maneuvering him back toward the chairs.

Marisa stepped up in front of Stephanie and Brittany, laying one palm on top of each of their heads. "How are you chickens doing?" she asked.

Both of them immediately dropped their smiles and started twitching their heads around with small, nervous movements. They each bent their arms at the elbows and moved them close to their sides, turning them back into "wings."

Marisa said, "Why don't you chickens move down here?" She made a small sweeping motion with her right arm, and both women got off the chairs and crouched, clucking. "You are each about to lay an egg, and you need to sit on them to keep them warm."

The two women moved several feet away, turned back toward the chairs, and knelt down, their feet beneath them.

Marisa turned back to Martha, who looked at her pleasantly. "Have you been a good little girl?" Marisa asked, touching the top of Martha's head. The cute brunette nodded vigorously, beaming. She put her thumb back into her mouth and started to suck it. "You're so sweet!" Marisa said. "Would you mind moving down to the last seat here?"

Martha nodded, then hopped up and almost skipped down to the last of the five chairs in a row, plopping back down, her thumb still in her mouth.

Marisa turned her attention back to Tim. "She's cute, isn't she," Marisa said, nodded toward Martha.

"Sure," Tim said, confused.

"She really looks up to you, since you're her big brother, and a whole year older than her!" Marisa said.

Tim looked from Marisa to Martha, and then back. He didn't like where this was going.

Marisa got up on her toes, reached up and lightly touched the top of Tim's head.

"Your name is Timmy, and you've been watching your little sister today, haven't you?"

Tim just looked at her for a moment. Marisa grabbed his wrist and lifted his right hand up in front of his face, holding it there until Tim understood. "You've been babysitting like a big boy, haven't you?"

Tim nodded. When Marisa raised his hand a little higher, he blushed, and then popped his thumb into his mouth, and nodded again.

Beth and Debbie were grinning at Tim, who now looked even more foolish. Marisa walked over and stood next to Martha, then turned to face Tim. She gave him an angry look, then reached down and touched Martha's right knee. "But I just got back, and I found out that Martha has fallen down and skinned her knee."

Martha popped her thumb out of her mouth and wailed, "It hurts really bad!"

Marisa furrowed her brows dramatically. "You were supposed to be watching her, Timmy! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Tim looked from Martha to Marisa, and took a guess. "I'm sorry."

"You should be!" Marisa said. "You've been a bad boy." She sat down primly on the last of the three open chairs on the left. "And you know what that means?"

Martha called out, "Bad boys get spanked!"

Tim blushed, and held out his hands. "Okay, we get the idea. Everyone knows how the rest of this goes."

Beth said, "Let's finish the role playing, just so we can write up a finished script when we're done."

Debbie said, "Yeah, we need to be sure that we've got all the beats figured out."

Stephanie leaned over to Brittany and said, "Beats!" and both girls giggled.

Tim looked from one smiling face to another, uncertain.

Marisa jumped in. "Come on, Timmy." She patted her lap. "Let's get this over with."

Tim sighed, and then stepped forward. Marisa said, "Tell your sister you're sorry."

Tim looked to Martha, who was holding her knee and pouting. "Sorry, sis."

"Okay, but you should take your medicine, Timmy!" she said, petulantly.

Marisa grabbed Tim's closest wrist and tugged him forward. He was much taller and stronger than her, and he could have easily pulled away. But after a moment's hesitation, he went with her and leaned forward to go over her knee.

Marisa released his wrist and patted his shoulder as Tim eased himself down onto her lap. She watched the muscles ripple in his back and felt the heat of his skin, as he lowered—

"Oh!" Marisa said, and then blushed. She reached beneath Tim's lower stomach and adjusted his hard shaft that had pressed into her left thigh. "You HAVE been a bad boy!"

Several of the other girls giggled, and Beth turned away to cover her mouth, her ponytail swishing across her shoulder.

Tim flinched, raising his protruding rump quickly as Marisa's sneaky fingers closed lightly over his hard-on. She tugged him a little forward as she said, "Let's just get you into position."

Tim moved forward until both hands were on the carpeted floor, and his body partially jack-knifed, with his tush high, his legs stretched out to Marisa's left, and his erection mostly trapped between her brown, lithe thighs.

Marisa reached her tanned left arm across Tim's body just below the bottom of his boxers, and gave him one final tug toward her, until she was satisfied with the way the embarrassed, nearly naked hunk was positioned.

She dropped her left hand to rest lightly over the fullest part of Tim's boxers, and patted his buns lightly. "Okay, Timmy, are you ready for your punishment?"

Tim dropped his head and silently nodded.

Marisa gave his firm buns a small smack. "What do you say?"

Tim said, "Oh, come on!"

Marisa pinched his firm left cheek. "I can't hear you."

Tim wiggled at the surprise pinch, causing a ripple of laughter from the other girls. To cover their mortifying giggles he said, "Please spank me."

Marisa grinned at the other women, sticking her face a little forward in a pantomime of a sneaky child celebrating. Then she sat up straighter and said, "Since you asked me so nicely..."

She hesitated, savoring the moment. Then she delivered the first sharp spank to

Tim's firm bottom, causing it to ripple beneath the black cotton of his boxers. She spanked the other cheek, then again, before returning to his left cheek.

Tim hung his head, looking at the carpet and blushing. How had it come to this?! His plan had better work!

On the other side of the glass, five excited women watched the petite, excited Latina in total control of their nearly naked boss's athletic frame, as she began to vigorously spank the humiliated hottie's round bubble butt.

"I can't believe this!" Julie whispered.

"Give it to him!" Mia said.

"This should be the ad, right here," Anna said.

As the warmth began to rise in his buns, Tim began to squirm. But that motion put extra pressure on his erection, which slid forward and sideways as he tried to escape Marisa's slaps. He quickly felt the tightness below his waist growing, and forced himself to hold still, even as Marisa continued to rain spanks down on his punished derriere.

Part 45

For the next couple of minutes, Marisa spanked Tim through his snug boxers. She kept a slow, steady pace, and after the first couple of spanks, she started resting her hand on Tim's round rear. Sometimes she gave his ass a squeeze, sometimes she just slid her hand up and down over it, appreciating the curve of his firm buns.

Sometimes she gave it a few, playful pats, just enough to get his bottom to jiggle slightly.

Tim didn't know which was worse, the spanking, or the cheeky liberties she took with his butt between spanks. He tried not to wriggle over her lap, because he knew he was hard already, and was determined not to allow himself to get any more aroused.

But devious Marisa made that difficult. Between spanks, she began to whisper to him, in a breathy, teasing voice. "Your tush looks so hot in these boxers.... I almost feel bad about doing this, but your body is beautiful, and you're so cute when you blush.... I can only imagine how embarrassing this must be for you, stripped down to your undies in front of all of us.... We are really big fans, though."

Finally, Marisa gave Tim's behind a series of four quick spanks, causing his buns to jiggle wildly, as he tried to rotate his butt away from her small but stinging hand.

"Okay," she pronounced happily to everyone in the room, "I think that does it for the tv ad."

Tim was so desperately glad the spanking was over that he wasn't listening carefully enough. As Marisa patted his ass a final time, he lifted himself up off of her lap. But before he'd even gotten completely up, clever Marisa grasped both sides of his boxers and pulled them down to his upper thighs.

Tim said, "Hey!" He instinctively adopted a wider stance, so that his spread legs had counteracted Marisa's trick, and stuck his boxers over the thickest part of his muscular thighs.

Unfortunately for him, that left his almost fully erect penis bouncing in the open air for a second, and drawing a cacophony of gasps, laughter and applause from his delighted audience. Without thinking, Tim dropped back down across Marisa's lap, which achieved his immediate goal of hiding his hard-on from the laughing young women.

But doing so also gave sneaky Stephanie -- who had made her way around to Marisa's left -- an opening. As soon as Tim's feet had left the floor as he fell back across Marisa's lap, Stephanie leaned forward and grabbed both sides of Tim's boxers, and with one hard tug, she robbed the mortified hunk of his final stitch of clothing.

"Hey!" Tim said again, looking back to see Stephanie retreating, his boxers held up like a trophy. He whipped his head around to look at Marisa accusingly. "You said you'd only take off my pants!"

"Technically, she did," offered a grinning Debbie. "Stephanie took your underpants."

The women's giggling burned in Tim's ears. Marisa said, "I meant that I'd only take your pants off for the tv ad. But you know from your first two commercials that the internet version has to be sexier, right?"

Tim could only look into her smiling brown eyes, angry at her, and at himself, for trusting her. "But that doesn't mean you had to take—"

Beth interrupted him. "Internet version, take one!"

Tim looked at the pretty brunette. "Now hold on—"

Marisa took advantage of his distraction and gave a short, solid swat to his bare left ass cheek.

"Yeowch!" Tim said, before he could stop himself. Her swats on his boxers had been as much humiliating as painful, but her bare hand on his bare bottom really stung!

"You've been a—" Marisa said, punctuating her pause with a hard spank to Tim's right cheek. "Very naughty—" Another slap. "Boy, and --" She whacked the hunk's buns again. "...naughty boys get spanked on the bare... bottom!"

Tim's pale, round rump had been slightly pink when Stephanie had whisked his boxers away from him, but now it began to redden. As Marisa lectured him and slapped his exposed ass, Tim started losing his discipline, rolling his hips and twisting to avoid Marisa's blows. His feet began to kick as he tried to get Marisa to relent.

"Ouch! Stop!" As he struggled, he came close to falling off of Marisa's knees. But the pretty brunette seemed to be ready for that move, because as she spanked him with her left hand, her right hand snaked beneath his waist and grasped his dick, which was almost fully hard now, after having bounced and rubbed against Marisa's thighs as he tried to avoid her stinging slaps.

Tim bucked when he first felt her delicate fingers encircling him, raising his rear up off of her lap for a moment.

Behind the observation glass, Mia said, "Did she just—"

At the same moment, Julie said, "He's got a boner!"

"She's got his boner!" Anna said.

"She better be careful," Kaitlyn said, as they all laughed at Tim's predicament.

In the room with Tim, Brittany was in front of Marisa's chair, and she was the first one to see Tim's erection, if only for a second. No sooner than she sang out, "He's hard!" did Tim realize his error. He dropped his midsection back down across Marisa's legs, just as she had encircled his shaft.

The result was that the mortified boss had thrust himself through Marisa's partially closed fist. She reacted instinctively, laying another sharp spank across Tim's rapidly warming buns, and simultaneously giving his hard-on a quick pump.

As her small fist reached the head of Tim's cock, his pre-cum coated it, and it slid back down his shaft more smoothly.

As the other girls all watched, open-mouthed, Marisa rhythmically spanked Tim's bare ass with her left hand, and slid her slick hand quickly up and then down his hard shaft with each blow that fell on his reddening rump.

From the observation room, five cell phones captured the erotic tableau. Tall, muscular, completely naked Tim -- their boss! -- writhed over the petite, fully-dressed Latina's lap, his bare feet, lean calves and muscled thighs kicked as if he were swimming. His warming bubble butt dropped and rose and rolled, in a desperate effort to avoid Marisa's stinging spanks.

As for Tim, he was lost in contradictory sensations. His eyes were tightly closed, as if to blot out this humiliating experience. But closing off one sense only made the others sharper. His entire body felt flushed and tingly, as the growing heat and pain in his wriggling bottom was counter-balanced by the rising, rhythmic pleasure in his crotch.

He could hear Marisa's urgent whispers as she bent closer to his ear, "Bad boys get their bare bottoms spanked!" -- and could feel her breath on his neck. Her slender, warm fingers grasped and released him, as he thrust through them and rolled from side to side. He could feel the heat under her fingers rising like the heat in his stinging butt, and—

"No!" Tim moaned, realizing too late. "Stop!" He pushed backwards across Marisa's lap until first his toes and then the balls of his feet reached the carpet, and he half-rolled against the pleasurable, maddening pressure from Marisa's slick, nimble fingers. "Let me up!"

Tim rocked backwards, found his feet, and started lifting himself off of Marisa's lap. Martha moved around in front of him, to prevent him from avoiding the rest of his spanking. But as he started to straighten up, she saw his impressive, glistening erection, just as Marisa's hand slipped downwards from the head to the base of the shaft one final time.