Pity poor Stephanie 25-years old and still spanked daily. She was intelligent, a college graduate with honors, articulate, a fasionista with a good job and an all around delightful person with never a cross word and always a genuine smile for everyone. It was to her misfortune that she also exuded an innocent sensual charm leading men and women both to have one uppermost thought in their minds: spanking Stephanie’s spectacular and epic rounded bottom. It was not her fault, genetics had blessed her with both the ideal rear end plus a delightful bewildered submissiveness. It simply never occurred to her to challenge her discipline, if someone needed to spank her well obviously she was guilty of some offense and thus deserved to be spanked.
“What does Fleur and my father want with you?”
“I have no idea Ross,” Stephanie said. “She said be there at four, that’s all I know.”
Ross was silent as the elevator doors closed and he pressed the button for the thirtieth floor. “Stephanie?”
“Do you like being spanked?”
It was her turn to be silent as the panel beeped with each passing floor. “I don’t know.” She leaned on his shoulder. “When I moved here after college I was a mess. I stayed up all night drinking, threw loud parties and lost my first job when I was late one too many times. My roommates asked to leave when I couldn’t make the rent. I was all set to crawl back to my parents with my tail between my legs when Ms. Amandoire offered me a job out of the blue. I have no idea where she knew me from and I’ve never asked for fear she’ll change her mind.”
The elevator gave a slight shudder, a long ding as the doors parted and they stepped out onto the landing. She continued speaking, “She helped me find an apartment and one day, Mr. Johnson introduced himself and somehow, I wound up telling him all about my checkered past. He made it clear that if I were his daughter I’d have been over his knee on a regular basis getting the self-destructive behavior spanked right out of me. That’s how it started.”
They arrived at Stanley’s office and before she went in she said to Ross, “I honestly don’t know if I like being spanked. I do know that I need it: sometimes I need it very badly. People see me and think – there’s a girl who needs a damn good spanking – and Ross, most of the time they are right, I do need a damn good spanking. That’s why I don’t object even though it hurts like hell every single time.”
“Is that why you were such a brat when you were eating, so you could taunt me into spanking you?”
“Partly Ross, but mainly because I have decided that I do like being spanked… by you.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him as her hand turned the doorknob. She slipped inside, waved and carefully shut the door in his face.
Ross wandered down the hall to the small foyer and stared out at the cityscape through the large window. Four days and counting since Stephanie had crashed into his life by spilling her plate of food on his lap. Four days of spanking and sensual play. He knew he’d probably spank her every day for the rest of his life. “Shit Ross, you haven’t even been on your first date yet and you’re thinking for ever and ever?” In his heart though he knew. He knew.
Ross was on the phone when he saw them emerge from his father’s office. They hugged, Fleur and Stanley departed together and Stephanie, after watching them leave, slowly walked towards him. Even from a distance he could tell she was stunned. He quickly finished his call and went to her side. “What’s wrong?”
Stephanie simply gazed past him with a blank expression. “They want me to work with you Ross. I mean your dad wants to hire me to be his web presence manager, similar to what I do now, but I would report directly to you.”
“Wow! I had no idea he was planning this. What did Fleur have to say about losing you if you take the position under me?”
“They are silent partners in each other’s businesses. Did you know that?”
Ross shook his head and said with shock, “No I didn’t.” He put his arm around her shoulder and escorted her back to the elevator. “Let me take you home Stephanie and pick up something to eat on the way home.”
Ross drove against the rush hour traffic since Stephanie lived in the opposite direction; all the while listening as she nattered away about the possible new job. “It would be very cool to work under you Ross, outside the bedroom that is, I wonder if I would travel with you, what is it you actually do Ross that gets you in all the magazines?”
“I liaison with all the major fashion houses in planning shows at a variety of locations. I’m on the road, in the air, over half the year. I don’t know how it would work out Stephanie, that’s one of the reasons why I’ve never had a steady girlf…”
“STOP! Pull over here!” Stephanie yelled as she looked out the windshield.
Ross swore loudly as he tapped on the brakes.
“I want to get takeout here!”
He eased over and entered the parking lot to the Tofu Attack Grill. He’d barely put the vehicle in park when she was out the door scurrying towards the front entrance. Ross swore loudly… again… and struggled with his seat belt and keys. Stephanie had vanished inside by the time he’d gotten out. “Brat! I am going to beat your ass!” he called out to the empty skies.
“I want the tofu platter with the sushi special and extra vegetable fried rice to go please. What took you so long Ross? What would you like?”
“An explanation would be nice.”
“Oh. Right. Well this is where we were going to eat on Sunday, but instead, I met you! I wanted to celebrate our four-day anniversary!” She noticed him panting slightly and said, “Are you alright Ross?”
“I’m fine… darling,” and ordered his food.
When the order was up on the counter and ready for payment, Stephanie asked which box was the one with the rice. She picked it up, opened it to check, then very casually, tipped it over. The steaming cascade barely missed Ross’s feet as he nimbly leaped back with a yelp of surprise.
Stephanie placed her index finger at the corner of her mouth and made a moue. Batting her eyelashes she simpered, “Oh dear! Look what I did by accident!”
“Ay!!!!!! You make a mess miss! You bad girl! You need spanking!” The entire crew behind the sushi counter all yelled as one. “Spanking! Spanking! Spanking! Hai, hai, hai, you get spanking!”
The lead sushi chef pulled a samurai weapon shaped rattan cane from a scabbard hanging on the wall. He pointed it at Stephanie and held up five fingers. “Hirateuchi. Hai?”
Stephanie placed her hands together and bowed sharply to the man wielding the cane. “Hai! Hirateuchi. Go-kai!”
The servers all bowed back politely and the chef gestured for her to lean over the podium at the end of the counter. From the restaurant proper there were loud chants of ‘spanking’, ‘spanking’ and muted thuds and laughter.
Stephanie glanced once at Ross – he shrugged and held out his hand – then she assumed the position.
The chef took his stance and swung hard at her bottom.
The loud thwack was followed by a loud “ichi!”
Another stroke and “ni!”
Stephanie lifted her foot after the next hard strike. “San!”
She stamped both feet and wiggled with the next to last. “Yon!”
The last blow he took his time, tapping the sword cane over and over then lashing in with a fierce slap. The cheer of ‘Go’ was drowned out by Stephanie’s scream as she bolted upright grabbing her lower buttocks in both hands and dancing frantically. She took several minutes to compose herself and finally turned back to the counter and bowed again. “Domo arigatou gozaimasu.” She was acknowledged in return by deep bows and was handed her dinner order, complete with a new box of fried rice.
Ross paid and they left.
“That was amazing!” she marveled as they walked. “What did you think?”
“I think you are in big, big trouble young lady.”
“Oops, I did it again.”
To be continued next Wicked Wednesday in Episode #18
Authors note: Starting with Episode #5 and going forward, Stephanie has decided as the character being spanked that she will write each episode herself based on what she would like to have happen.