I’m what many people would describe as a cougar — an older woman who is sexually voracious.

While my eye wanders, I’ve been physically faithful for more than 25 years to my dear husband, Simon. We have a satisfying, kinky sex life, but I often reminisce about my first spanking. That treasured memory still fires me up to this day.

When I was 22, I moved to a new town for my first job. From the first moment I saw my supervisor, Roger, I was awestruck. He was a handsome, authoritative man, whose demeanor reminded me of a school principal. The gleam in his eye made him seem like he was all-knowing, like I wouldn’t be able to slack off or misbehave without him being onto me. I wasn’t alone in my assessment. The other young women in the office thought he was hot, but they seemed wary of him, too, in an oddly excited way. I assumed their “fear” came from their healthy respect for Roger and his rules; he claimed he needed to be strict in order to keep the business running smoothly and profitably, and therefore keep everyone employed.

There was the occasional hushed whisper about what happened when any of the girls had disobeyed one of Roger’s edicts, but I was never privy to their discussions and was left in the dark. As the new girl, I was treated as an outsider. Turns out, it didn’t take me long to get inducted into their special sisterhood.

Only a few weeks into my job, I showed up 20 minutes late for my shift. I’d been up late the night before talking to one of my girlfriends about a hot date I’d just had, and I totally overslept the next morning. I’d hoped to sneak in without Roger noticing, but there was no chance. He was standing in his office doorway, glaring at me with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. I quickly scurried to my seat and began to set up my work for the day. All through the morning, I could feel Roger looking at me. The attention made me nervous and unable to focus properly on a single task.

Right before lunchtime, Roger stopped by my desk and told me to wait for him in his office; we had a serious matter to discuss. The girls nearby giggled nervously, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I thought for sure that I was going to get fired. As the rest of the staff filed out for lunch — casting me both piteous and jealous looks — I did as my boss requested with my heart racing and my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, and I’m going to have to punish you.”

Just a few minutes later, Roger came into his office to find me standing before his neatly appointed desk. He immediately began lecturing me about my tardiness and how my coworkers depended on me to be punctual. I started to stammer an apology, but Roger raised his hand to silence me.

“We take rule-breaking very seriously in this office. Ask any of your coworkers, and they’ll tell you. You’ve been a very bad girl, and I’m going to have to punish you.”

“P-p-punish me?” I asked, feeling breathless and inexplicably excited at hearing the words. “Punish me how?”

“With a spanking. You’ll bend over my desk, lift your skirt and pull down your panties, and then we’ll begin.”

I was shocked but felt compelled to obey. Meekly and obediently, I bared my bottom for my boss and placed my hands on the desktop. There I stood with my pussy and ass on display; I was blushing but was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I wanted Roger to see me naked, to see how moisture was already pooling in my cunt at the thought of him punishing me. The logical part of my brain told me this was a ridiculous scenario and that I should storm out of his office. But the crazy, lustful part couldn’t wait for Roger to spank my ass. I was a bad girl and wanted every bit of discipline he’d deliver. My insolence and newfound desire were obvious, but Roger made me wait, building my excitement and anticipation. I impatiently shifted my weight from one high-heeled foot to the other before I felt his cool hand pass over my naked ass. I shivered at his gentle touch, lulled into a sexy state as he caressed me. I began to rock my hips back and forth, inviting him with my wanton movements to spank my exposed behind.

My lewd behavior earned me a swift, hard slap that made me gasp. “Such a naughty girl,” he muttered, almost wistfully. His tone made me shiver with delight. Now Roger was through making me wait. He rained down blow after blow, not giving me a second to catch my breath. His stern spanking quickly heated my bottom, the wicked warmth spreading to my aroused pussy. Each time he made contact, I felt myself growing more and more turned on. While I maintained my position, I couldn’t help the little gasps that escaped my lips. My reactions seemed to egg on Roger; every little utterance I released was answered with an even firmer smack. Roger was feeding off of my excitement, and we drove each other higher and higher.

When I was on the edge of orgasm, Roger decided I was sufficiently punished. He ordered me to get up and adjust my clothing. I pulled my panties up over my well-spanked cheeks, knowing I’d feel that delicious heat for the rest of the day and plotting when I’d be able to sneak off to the bathroom to address the hunger in my cunt.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson young lady,” Roger said, looking as flustered as I felt. “If there’s a next time, I promise you I won’t be so lenient.”

At that moment, I made a promise to myself that there definitely would be a next time. And there was.

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