The Pending Tray

The kinky lesbian spanking story heats up as two girls are bent over the desk pending punishment

Two stories with the same theme. The central character, Lucilia, features both stories but she plays different roles.

The stories are set at different times in her relationship with Michelle. In between Lucilia and Michael have attended a BDSM party at a luxurious mansion and this story of this night is featured in the Naughty Invitations Anthology. Don’t worry dear reader, I am not going to leave you wondering what happens if you do not buy the book. All the stories are standalone and complete pieces of erotica

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“Miss Harrison, my office.”
Oh shit, what have I done now? Joanna, my office meant a slight cock-up – well, not a cock-up, since my boss is a woman – maybe dildo-up – can you make a dildo-up? Anyway, Joanna meant anything from a mild telling off to another task to complete, Miss Harrison definitely meant trouble.

Of course, what I would have liked to hear was, ‘get your ass into my office’ or even your ‘cute ass’, that would have meant she had at least noticed I have a cute ass.
I mean, I’ve also got great legs, long blonde hair and average breasts, well OK, small breasts, but what’s not to like? I’m a nice person, good at my job, good in bed – I think. There have been no complaints yet, although I think I have a submissive side. I asked Mark, he’s now an ex, to spank me once but he tapped my cute ass so lightly I barely felt it – hardly likely to bring me to a screaming orgasm. Maria was a lot more forceful but unfortunately, that didn’t last that long.

Somewhere a little voice inside me keeps saying, ‘you know workplace affairs always end badly,’ but she is just so – well, hot.
“Joanna.”
“Yes Michelle,” I resist the temptation to call her Miss.
“This contract.”
Not one of my better pieces of work I have to admit. Maybe I’d been just a tiny bit distracted that day – I really shouldn’t bring my fantasies to work.
“You are supposed to be a specialist in writing these, yet I can see holes you could drive a legal bus through.” She dumps the contract down on her desk with a loud smack that sounds like… No, don’t think about that now.

“Miss Harrison, would I be right in thinking you have been trying to get me into your knickers since arriving here?”
“I – I.” My brain seems to have stopped working, or a least it’s twisting words between my ears and my mind. I glance over my shoulder at the office door. It is open and the other staff are packing up and leaving for the day but there are still a few around.

Did she just say what I thought he said? No one seems to have stopped to listen.
“Yes, I did just say what you thought I said.” She is looking at me with a stern expression, but those gorgeous eyes are sparkling and there is the slight twitch of a smile at the corners of her lips.
Shit, what is the answer to that? My brain is spinning – is this sexual harassment, but then I’ve probably been guilty of that for the past month, even if I was a bit more subtle. Honestly is probably the best policy so, drawing myself up and glancing over my shoulder at the open door again, I try to as boldly possible to say, “Yes”.

“That’s what I thought. But you have no idea what sort of woman I am outside the office, what my tastes are.
I’m looking at the floor, studying the coarse pile of the carpet and I can see my fingers fidgeting around each other in front of my skirt. I must look like a naughty schoolgirl in front of the headmistress.
“Do you know what happens in a relationship between a dominant and submissive?
I nod, still looking down. This is all moving rather quickly, I seem to have lost the power of speech but there’s a tingle running up my arms, my mind is leaping forward and I can feel myself smiling at the carpet.
“I doubt that, but do you wish to proceed, to find out?”
I nod again.
“I need to hear you say it. Look at me and tell me if you agree.”
I look up, she is still sitting behind her desk. Her brown eyes that are so dark I wonder what is hidden behind them are fixed on me. “Yes – I agree.”

“You will need a safe word, something that you can say if at any time you want to stop.”
“Raspberries,” flashes into my mind and is out of my mouth before I can stop it.
She raises an eyebrow.
I look at the carpet again. There is no way I’m telling her that’s probably because that’s what my nipples look like now. I can feel them throbbing, pushing against the soft material of my lacy bra so that every movement sends a shiver through me.

She stands up. Now looking up at her I feel very small, vulnerable, but my legs are almost shaking with excitement.
“Bend over the desk and rest your forearms on the top so your hands are in that tray,” she points to a spot on his desk at the side of her chair.
She steps back as I walk around the desk. There’s no contact but I catch the slightest hint of her scent. She looks calm but I sense a woman on heat.
“Lift your skirt and pull down your knickers and then return to the position I described.”
I wriggle my thong over my butt. It bites into my thighs and then slides down my legs to the floor. Cool air washes over my pussy. It’s hot and I can feel my blood pumping into it. The whole thing seems to be tingling and pulsing. I must have been distracted by what she was saying, now in this position I have gone from zero to horny as hell in about two seconds.
“Good. Remain in that position until I return.”
“What!” I look up and feel myself fighting the urge to stand up.

She opens the door. The main office looks empty, but I know there are always a few who work late.
“But what if someone comes in?”
“You will remain in my pending tray until I tell you otherwise.” She steps outside and closes the door.
I strain to hear the click of the lock but there is no sound.

My elbows are pressing hard on top of the desk and I can feel the edge of the tray biting into my forearms. I look up at the door. What the fuck am I doing? I’m in the boss’ office, panties around my ankles, skirt hitched up and on my own. The desire to get up and run is almost overwhelming, but it’s all so kinky. It’s like being offered a delicious sweet, having it put down in front of you but being told you cannot touch it. Your mouth starts to water until you are almost drooling in anticipation of the delights to come. The only difference is that now it’s not my mouth that is dripping. The desire to find out what happens next is winning out and I stay where I am.

The door opens, but it’s not Michelle. Lucilia from sales smiles at me. Oh fuck, what is she going to say? She walks to the front of the desk and stands in front of me. There’s a long pause and I stare at my hands. I can hear something rustling. I look up a little and can see she is sliding her knickers down. She hitches up her dress exposing a clean-shaven pussy for a couple of seconds before she bends forward into a mirror image of the position I am in.
Her pretty face surrounded by loosely curled chestnut hair is inches from mine and I am looking straight into her sparkling brown eyes.

“Michelle instructed me to place myself in his pending tray.’ Her lips part as she stares at me. “She said if it was full, then assume the position at the front of the desk.”
I have no idea what to say in response and quickly close my mouth when I realise I am gaping at her.
The door opens.

Jesus, it’s Cynthia from HR – now we are really in trouble. Cynthia looks like a cross between a librarian and a strict schoolmistress, hair wound up in a tight bun, pretty oval face, well it would be if she ever smiled, and sharp rimmed glasses.

“Well, well,” she is almost sneering. “Michelle asked me to deal with what was in her pending tray,” she stops and looks at two exposed asses and lifts her fingers up to her chin as if contemplating the task. I notice her nails are like talons and coated in cherry red nail varnish. Red nail varnish – I’ve never seen her wear that before.

She walks to my side of the desk and reaches under the top. When she stands up and walks around to Lucilia’s side I can see she is holding a long cane. This is getting decidedly weird – have I been working in an office full of BDSM devotees completely oblivious to the kinky goings on around me?

“Are you ready?” Cynthia has positioned herself to the right of Lucilia.
“Yes Mistress”, Lucilia looks at me a smile twitches the corners of her lips and her eyes gleam.
I hear a swish and a crack. Lucilia’s back arches as her muscles tense. Her mouth opens and I feel her hot breath on my face as she exhales.
There’s another crack and then another. With each stroke Lucilia rises off the desk, her head thrown back. As the sounds get louder she begins to gasp.
“That’s six”. Cynthia has stopped.
“Thank you, Mistress,”

Lucilia looks straight into my eyes. The expression on her face seems to say ‘wonderful’, mixed with ‘can you do that?’ She smiles, it reminds me of a vampire contemplating her prey, but she is glowing with desire. I have never seen a woman look so hot and turned on. Looking straight at me she says, “my sales figures were down this week Mistress.”
“In that case another ten it is”, Cynthia says from behind her.

The first one lands with a crack that sounds like lightning sparking. Lucilia rears up like a whipped horse. Her body arches off the desk and I can see she is not wearing a bra either, mainly because her involuntary motion has shoved her breasts right in my face. I am tempted to add to her pain by grabbing one of her nipples between my teeth as they are pushing through the thin white satin of her blouse like ripe raspberries.

Raspberries, I think – wonder what her safe word is? The cane comes down again and she tenses again, teeth gritted as if she is trying very hard not to say it. Is she really enjoying it that much?
“Yes I am,’ she spits in my face.
You are what?”
The cane lands again.
“Enjoying it – Aaagh.” She flinches. “That’s what you were thinking wasn’t it?” Air hisses into her as she sucks it in through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” I manage to say before she rises up again. It is difficult to have a three-way conversation between yourself, another woman and a whip.

Cynthia seems to have paused, perhaps her arm is getting tired. Lucilia stares back at me.
“The pain is exhilarating,” she says. “My pussy is so wet I’d come if you breathed on my clit. It’s tingling with energy and gasping for a touch or maybe a cock.”

On the stroke of ten, Michelle reappears. She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Tiny black panties hide her pussy and the skin of her thighs is smooth and silky. She moves to my side of the desk and I turn my head to see her open the bottom draw. She takes out a strap-on. Bloody hell that thing’s realistic. If you held it in front of me so I couldn’t see the straps I’d think it had a man attached. It’s not huge but looks just a nice and very pleasurable size.
Something is tapping on my arse. I’d got so carried away watching Michelle belt the cock to her that I’d kinda forgotten that my panties are around my ankles and skirt around my waist.

Michelle walks back around the desk and moves behind Lucilia, the cock disappears from view. There’s another tap on my bum. Not a full-blown stroke but hard enough to make the skin tingle. Hell, I’m about to watch the woman I’ve been lusting after for the past few months fuck another woman with a strap-on whilst someone canes my arse.
Lucilia tips her head slightly to one side as if studying my reactions, Cynthia brings the cane down and there’s a stinging pain across my behind. Just before I throw my head back and squeal I see Lucilia’s head go back as well and her mouth open. Michelle has shoved the dildo in her at the same moment.

The cane is hitting my behind in the same rhythm that Michelle is pumping into Lucilia. Every time she pushes into her she is shoved forward. Each impact of the cane seems to push me forward as I respond to the sparks it is creating across my cheeks. When the two motions coincide our mouths meet. Lucilia’s lips are soft and liquid and wet and her tongue slides inside my mouth. I try and hold the contact. The sensation is exquisite, my whole body seems to be purring.

Lucilia pushes up onto her hands. She is squealing with pleasure as she swipes at the tray my hands are in and it flies off the desk to crack against the wall. She grabs my arms and pulls me toward her. Her lips seem to swallow mine as she envelopes my mouth in a kiss which muffles her cries. She is holding me so tight I can feel her climax, her fingers are clamped around my arms, her whole body tensed as her orgasm sweeps through her and flows into me. I can feel Michelle thrusting into her powering her to the peak and am overwhelmed by the sensation she is in me as well.

I can hear the cane cracking across something and my reactions tell me it is still hitting my behind but there is so much energy pulsing through me my whole body seems to be sparking. I wrestle one arm free from Lucilia’s grasp and shove my hand between my legs. My fingers slide into wet flesh and it’s like pushing a button – the world explodes. I seem to be scattered into tiny pieces circling like atoms and then, wham, I am reassembled.

I’m laying on the desk. I can feel the hard surface against my chin and the edge is pressing against my thighs. Lucilia is stroking my hair. I look up, the strap-on is in front of my eyes, glistening with another woman. God, I want that – in a minute. I’m panting like a marathon runner – just let me get my breath back.

Why do my heroines submit to spankings, canings and whippings?

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