Author's Note: The story you're about to read is true. The names have not been changed because no one involved was innocent.
Thanks to Daria for inspiring the title :-)
When I first started in the spanking scene, I was employed at a local restaurant as a manager. I had many responsibilities that kept me extremely busy. So I indulged in my "new-found" proclivity whenever the opportunity presented itself. One night at work, it did. A new guy named Rob came to work at the restaurant that summer. I had already been to a few parties and had several regular partners. But, you know, I just couldn't get spanked often enough. Anyway, Rob was not well-liked at work. He was somewhat of a braggart and I got the impression he was always trying to impress people. One day, without preamble, he came up to me while I was working on the schedule for the coming week and informed me that his parents had horses.
"Do you ride?" he asked.
I told him that I used to, but I hadn't been on a horse in many years. He looked at me somewhat dubiously before he said the next sentence. Now, Cigi believes that spankos can "spot each other" and I guess this was one instance when she was right.
"Well, if you don't wanna go riding, I can think of another way to give you a sore bottom," he told me.
I dropped the clipboard I was holding. I could've sworn he'd just offered to spank me. I picked it up and said "Are you offering?"
"Sure, why not?" he asked.
"Right here at work?" I said.
I was trying to think of a place private enough, where we had less chance of getting caught. I went to the office and ran off a copy of the daily inventory counts and told Rob he could go outside and have a cigarette if he wanted one. Keep in mind, I was his direct supervisor. If we had gotten caught, we both would've been fired with no questions asked.
I always began the inventory counts by counting the cases in the outside freezer. Rob was standing by the backdoor smoking a cigarette. I beckoned him in and he threw his smoke away. It was freezing in there, but I was used to it. The door had a safety lock that prevented us from being locked in should the door close all the way and there was a light so we were perfectly safe. I wasn't dressed for playing. I had worked the dinner rush so I had grease on my uniform shirt. Quite frankly, I must have looked awful. I wasn't wearing a thong, either, something I always did when I played back then.
When Rob came into the freezer, there was a very awkward pause. He rubbed his hands together.
"Do you still wanna do this?"
I had had some time to think about this. I thought about what I would do if I lost my job. But I really wanted him to spank me, so I just nodded.
"How do you wanna do it?" he asked. "OTK or what?"
That's how I knew for sure he was a real spanko. No one else would know what OTK meant. The scene does have its own jargon, after all.
Of course, I wanted it OTK. There happened to be three cases of roast beef nearby that made a place for him to sit that was the perfect height for what we were about to do.
"Over your clothes or bare bottom?" he asked.
"Bare if it's OK," I said. "As long as you're cool with it."
Believe me, he was cool with it. I took a deep breath (as deep as I could take in the freezing, sub-zero atmosphere of the freezer) and undid my pants and slid them down. I didn't know how much time we were going to have and we just didn't have the time to work down to the bare. He sat down on these boxes and I got over his knee. It was a delicious moment for me. I had never done anything so brazenly against the rules before. But the urge to get spanked is very strong in us bottoms (as anyone who is one will gladly attest).
He started out slowly (another indication that he knew what he was doing). Now he was shorter than me, younger than me and not much to look at. Did I let that stop me? No. We sort of had to listen in case someone came by and saw the lock off the door and threw it open, wondering why the freezer (and all of its expensive inventory left at risk of theft) was left wide open. After awhile, I could feel the familiar heat on my bottom. Rob laughed and said "Look at that! There's steam coming off your butt!"
It was strange to put it mildly. There was, indeed some kind of diaphanous vapor coming off my butt. And, man, was it red. But it was time to get back inside before I was missed. Before we went back inside, I cautioned him not to talk about this to anyone. Not that I was a hypocrite or anything. This was purely a practical matter. I wanted to keep my job. What we had just done was fraternization in every sense of the word. A major no-no. Then, for the remainder of his shift, I had to act like nothing happened and he had to do the same. He had to take orders from me becuase I was his boss. Maybe this was a fantasy of his--spanking the boss? Who knows? However, we did get together a few times after that. A few months later, he moved back to his hometown and I lost all track of him. But I remember him fondly for being brave enough to indulge me in the most daring thing I had ever done. Going to parties had required a certain bravery on my part but this was the "vanilla world", where this wasn't supposed to happen.
So that's the whole story, unembelished and just as it happened. Now that I think about it, it was all sort of perfunctory. Of course, as I said before, we didn't have time to savor the experience. But it was still thrilling in its own way.