Her Boss’ Mistress

Janet checked the clasp of her garter-belt’s strap one last time. She wanted everything to look good for Him. No, not good, perfect. She pulled on the strap and let it snap against her thigh with a satisfying clack. A delicious shiver ran up her spine at the thought of His eyes running up and down her long legs clad in their dark stockings, of His gaze admiring her lacy corset and the smoky make-up look that she had spent an hour perfecting. She imagined His hands caressing the small of her back, tracing lines across her legs, the nape of her neck. She dreamt of His lips kissing her neck, her chest, and of His teeth biting her lips, teasing her with promises of pleasures to come.

She checked herself in the mirror one last time. Getting dressed in the office’s bathroom was not the most ideal of situations, but when you were having an affair with your boss, some sacrifices had to be made. Besides, He treated her really well, and that was not just the mind-bending sex. What could she say? A man who knew what he was doing was worth all the trouble, the secrets, the lies… And the fact that she found herself in a company bathroom at eleven at night wearing a rather naughty lingerie ensemble. She smacked her lips after applying a last touch of red to them. She was ready for Him.

Her heels click-clacking on the floor, she made her way to her boss’ office. The workspaces around her were dark, save the glow of a few computer screens that had not been turned off. Through the large windows beyond, she could see the lights of the skyscrapers of the city below. With a frisson of naughtiness, she wondered if a late-night worker in another building would catch a glimpse of her hips swaying in her skimpy outfit. Smothering a giggle, she placed her hand on the doorknob and knocked softly. She opened the door.

The office was dark. He did like the theatricality of it. It was part of His charm, really. He would always make her feel like every part of their secret time together was lifted from the pages of a book. Every minute an adventure, and she always loved the endings. The thought made her smile. The lights suddenly turned on, and she smiled broadly, her hand shooting to cover her eyes.

“Ooh!” she purred, “You surprised m—”

She cut herself short when she saw that the person sat behind the large oak desk was not her boss at all. It was…

“Sally? W-what are you doing here?” she asked, an arm covering the ample bosom that her corset flattered. The attempt at modesty was somewhat defeated by the rest of the outfit, frilly panties and all, but her mind was busy racing to find anything to say, and trying to understand why Sally, her boss’ personal assistant, was sitting there instead of Him.

“Hello, Janet,” Sally said, with venom in her voice as she spoke her name. “I was hoping to have a chat with you…”

“A… chat?” Janet asked, troubled by the other woman’s commanding tone. She was nothing like the demure, discreet assistant that she was used to seeing during the day.

“Yes… A chat. You seem surprised to see me here? Maybe you were expecting someone else?”

“I think you already know…” Janet answered, blushing. Her secrets didn’t seem so well guarded after all…

Sally got up from behind the desk and walked to her. With a smirk, she looked up and down the embarrassed younger woman.

“Yes. I’m afraid Jim won’t be coming… He has a dinner tonight,” Sally said after an uncomfortably long silence.

“D-does he?” Janet stuttered.

“Yes, he does… With his wife.”

Janet said nothing. Right. Think, what could Sally want? Money? She wasn’t particularly rich, but He had made her gifts that she could sell for good money. Maybe Sally would stay quiet for that pair of diamond earrings that He had gotten her last time. Think, think! She needed to stall for time.

“Did… did she send you?” she asked, “Does she know about… this?” she pointed to herself and to her outfit as she said the last word.

“What?” Sally scoffed, “That stupid frigid hag doesn’t know anything, nor does she care, really.”

Janet gasped, and Sally went on: “As long as he keeps her bank account well cushioned, I don’t think she gives a damn what he does, really. Or who.”

“But then… What’s all this? Why are you here? And… What do you want?”

Sally came closer, glaring. She frowned and cusped Janet’s chin between two fingers.

“Jim is mine,” she hissed, “and he has been mine for much longer than you have even worked here.”

“Wh-what?!” Janet said, blushing at her other woman’s touch.

“I’ve been his mistress for years and I’m not about to let him ruin everything for some bimbo who thinks dressing like that is what he likes!”

Janet was too stunned to speak. Sally? Sweet, boring, in-the-background Sally? She couldn’t imagine Him with her, no. No. That was a lie, it had to be! Janet had been seeing Him for over a month, she would have noticed something, she…

“I won’t let you have him,” Sally said again, “and I’m going to teach you a lesson…”

Without another word, her hand flew to Janet’s ear, and she was dragging her towards the desk. With cries of pain, Janet followed.

“Stop! What are you doing!” she moaned, to no avail.

“I’ll show you what little sluts like you deserve…” Sally muttered through gritted teeth. Sitting down in His chair, she forced the younger girl over her knees.

“You can’t be serious!” Janet protested, incredulous, “who do you think you—”

The first slap landing on her ample bottom broke her train of thought. It hurt! She kicked her legs and tried to get off, but Sally was surprisingly strong, and, peppering her bottom with one hand, she held her firmly with the other. Within seconds, the pain seemed to spread, and Sally was not stopping.

“You can’t do this!” Janet cried out, somewhat unconvincingly. Her eyes were tearing up as her bottom was warming, and she tried to cover it with her hand. Scoffing, Sally pushed it away, and it only made her spank harder. The panties, as nice as they were, offered little protection against the ire of the scorned woman.

“Jim deserves the best,” Sally said, “and I always make sure he gets it…”

“Well, then,” Janet said defiantly, “then you should let him have me, rather than having to deal with your saggy tits…”

Silence. The slaps stopped as both Sally and Janet fell silent. The latter couldn’t believe that she had just said that. The former stunned into apoplexy that this girl, this airhead, this slut would dare talk to her like that.

“You did NOT just say that,” she roared, and grabbed Janet’s panties to lower them down to her thighs. “I’ll show you just what you deserve…”

The slaps fell fast and hard, as did the scolding, the belittling, the insults. Clearly, Janet had unknowingly struck a nerve. Unfortunately for her, she was in too much pain to appreciate it. Her bottom was burning, her sit spots were on fire, and Sally was not stopping. Tears were now running down Janet’s face, and she didn’t know how this was all going to end.

“Please…” she begged between two sobs, “I’ll do whatever you want…”

“You won’t see Jim again?” Sally asked, holding her hand up menacingly.

“Well, I…” Janet hesitated. Sally hand slapped her offered bottom once again.

“Shouldn’t He get to decide?” Janet sobbed, “Why did He get with me in the first place, huh?”

“He…” Sally hesitated, “He can be like that, sometimes… He gets distracted…”

Janet waited for the slaps to come. The silence stretched. Taking deep breaths to try and calm the raging fire in her behind, she asked:

“Has… Has this happened before? I mean, am I the first one that—”

“No.” Sally cut her, bitterly. “No, you’re not the first… mistake… that he made. I had to… Correct some other girls’ silly ideas… Like I said, he gets distracted…”

She fell silent once more. Janet didn’t dare move to soothe her blistered behind, for fear that the other woman would start spanking her again.

“But…” Sally began, “He always comes back to me…”

Janet could hear the hurt in that voice, the slightest twitch of regret. Her hatred of the other woman seemed to fly away in that instant.

“Oh, Sally…” she said, moving to get up. The older woman said nothing and didn’t stop her. Janet stood up in front of her tormentor, her hands unconsciously flying to clutch her bruised bottom. She winced, then looked at Sally. Tears were running down her face as well.

“Oh, Sally…” Janet said again, and against all instincts, she took the woman in her arms.

“Sally, you deserve so much better…”

“I don’t want better,” Sally sobbed, “I want him.”

***

In the end, it turned out that when both women brought proof of what Jim had been doing for all these years, his wife did actually care about it very much. Far form the stupid, pampered bimbo that Janet had imagined from Sally’s description, his wife had been generous and empathetic. Most importantly, she had gotten mad at him rather than at the other women. As the high-profile divorce made headline for months, all three women found themselves forming an unexpected friendship, and saw each other often long after.

More surprisingly still, Janet found herself over Sally’s lap again, numerous times. That night in the office had opened doors in her that she hadn’t known existed, and she had been eager to cross that threshold again, but with a friend, a lover, that time. Sally, it turned out, had been just as eager.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Remember, what happens in Supermac’s stays in Supermac’s!

Have a good time, everyone, and enjoy the craic (and the buttcraic, in this case!)

Is breá liom sibh go léir!

Last time, mom!

Melany had had enough. It just had to stop, and it would stop tonight. She had spent an hour or so getting ready, putting her makeup on, straightening her long, dark hair, changing her outfit three times before settling on the first one that she had tried. The usual. She hadn’t been out in ages and she was intending on having fun. What she was not intending on was her mum coming along for the ride. Again.

It had started in the summer. Her parents had gotten divorced (for the best, really), and her mum had needed a chance of place (her words). Therefore, she had decided to join her daughter Melany in California, where the young brunette was attending college. At first, Melany had been quite happy to have her mum around, as Michigan was too far for regular visits. Her mum worked from home, and she offered to move in together, even do her laundry like when she was still living at home in the Great Lake State. It was cute, and the two had always gotten along. So Melany had said yes.

Then her mum had started feeling lonely. To Melany’s horror, she had downloader Tinder, and even gone on a few dates. Thankfully, none that had gone so well that she’d brought a man to their cosy flat. But the thought made Melany shiver. Still, she was supportive. Her mum deserved to be happy, that wasn’t the issue. No, the issues had started when Sheila —her mum— had suggested they go out together.

“You want to go have diner some place?” Melany had asked.

“No, go out out,” her mum had answered.

And so they’d done just that. Once, twice, five times. Now every time Melany got herself ready, her mum ran to the bathroom and started doing the same. Not only that, her mum partied hard. After a few weeks, she was already getting a reputation, and not a particularly good one. The shots of tequila and the borderline grinding on boys at the club had forced Melany to drag her mum home the last time they’d been out.

So tonight, it would stop.

Melany admired herself one last time in the mirror —long legs clad in a short skirt, hair and eyebrows on fleek, revealing but-not-too-revealing top, she was ready for a fun night. She stepped out of her bedroom. Her mother was in the corridor, putting her heels on. She was wearing a short dress that was way too tight for Melany’s comfort. To be fair to her mother, Sheila had kept herself in shape, and was a beautiful woman still. The milf jokes in college had been relentless.

“Mom…” Melany started.

“Oh please, sweetie! I know you said last time that I embarrassed you, but I promise I will be on my best behavior tonight!”

“Mom… I love you, but maybe I could have one night out on my own, for a change?”

“Oh but sweetie, I got myself all pretty and…”

Melany sighed.

“I’m not dragging you out of the club again!” she said,

“No no, I promise! Best behavior, nothing embarrassing,” her mum replied.

Melany pouted.

“You remember what would happen when I misbehaved as a kid?” she asked, innocently.

“When bratty Melany came out?” her mother said with a smile.

“Yeah, that…”

“Well, I…” her mum stuttered

“You spanked me, right?”

“Well, hum, yes…”

“So, if you don’t behave tonight…”

“Oh, you can’t possibly mean…” Sheila said, blushing.

Melany crossed her arms.

“Either you agree to it or I’m going alone.”

It was Sheila’s turn to pout, blushing hard.

“I’m not going to embarrass you…” she started.

“Mom! Promise me,” the young girl insisted.

“I promise!”

“And if you do embarrass me?” asked Melany again.

“Then… you can s-spank me…” her mum stammered, a nervous finger on her lips.

Melany nodded, “I’ll hold you to it!” she said, then went to the door, and they both left for the club.

Not two hours later, the door opened again, and a furious Melany was dragging her mother in by the wrist.

“But sweeeetie!” the older woman was saying, “It was just a couple shots and…”

“You were GRABBING his BUTT in middle of the dancefloor, MOM!” Melany yelled.

“Well, it was quite firm, really…”

“Mom, you’re drunk!”

“Oh, maybe, but it’s so fun!”

“That guy is in my class, mom!”

“Well, you didn’t tell me they had nice asses in your class, you know!”

“MOM!”

“Whaaat?” Sheila asked, smiling.

“You remember what we said, right?”

“About what?”

“About you embarrassing me again!”

“Oh that… You didn’t really mean it, sweetie, did you?”

“Oh, didn’t I?” Melany said with a glare.

“You wouldn’t spank your own mother…” Sheila said, shaking her head with a grin. “Now if that boy was to put me over his knees…”

“MOM!” Melany yelled again, and still holding her mum’s wrist, she pulled a chair. Sitting down, she forced the older woman over her lap. Drunk as she was, it took Sheila until the first slap landed on her firm behind to realise what was going on.

“Oww!” she cried out, “Melany? What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a while ago,” her daughter said, landing five slaps in quick succession on her mother’s rear. The woman wriggled her bottom, trying to escape or avoid the heavy slaps somehow, but Melany was holding her firmly in place, and slap after hard slap landed with only the thin fabric of the dress and panties to shield her bottom.

After twenty more, Sheila was feeling the warmth growing in her behind. “All right, okay!” she cried out, “You’ve made your point! I’ll be good.”

“Really, mom?” Melany frowned. “I think I remember my spankings being a lot more bare.”

“Y-yes but…”

“Oh no ifs or buts, mom,” said her daughter with a vicious grin. How she had dreamed of this as a teenager when her mum pulled her over her lap. This was payback, she thought, for spanking her in front of her friends that one time. The dress came up, and her hand fell down hard again, and again, and again. By then, her mother was clearly sobering up, and feeling the pain and humiliation much more clearly. The amused comments became little cried, became pleas, became tears.

“All right! I’m sorry! Melany, please…”

The pink cheeks were turning red, much to Melany’s delight, but she wasn’t done yet. The panties were still covering most of her mother’s round, toned bottom, and there was no way they would stay up. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll agree that your panties must come down as well, right?” she asked.

Her mother gasped. “No, please…” she said, “this is so humiliating already…”

“Oh is it?” Melany said with a frown, “And you think my mom groping boys in the club in front of me isn’t?”

“Melany, sweetie…”

“Men your own age from now on, Mom!”

“Yes, sweetie…”

“And don’t even think about bringing one in here!”

“Y-yes, sweetie” her mother sobbed.

“Am I taking your panties down?”

“I…”

“Do you deserve a good, bare bottom spanking?”

Sheila didn’t answer but didn’t protest further when her daughter grabbed her panties’ waist band and lowered them to mid-thigh. From then on, there was nothing but raw pain and the sound of hard slaps filling the room, punctuated by Sheila’s sobs and sniffles. She knew her daughter and how she always achieved what she set her mind to. This spanking was going to end when Melany decided it would, and not a second before. Sheila’s bottom and thighs were burning, probably bright red by now, and she wondered if she would be able to sit at all come the morning. At the very least, she would be sleeping on her side tonight, she knew.

Still, she thought, that boy in the club had had one hell of a cute ass.

In the Red Midwinter

A secret santa gift for a friend over on the Discord (come join us!)!

It seems the Elves have lovely winter traditions of their own — less ‘eggnog’, more ‘ass-throb’!

I hope you all had a great Christmas (or just a quiet time, whichever suits you best!)

Titan

The story is from the commissioner:

One Saturday, Raven and her group of friends were on their way to the beach after seeing a movie.

Making their way down the street, talking back and forth, Raven could sense despair. She looked around and then a wave of black smoke in the air signalled a fire. The group of ten run down the street while calling 911.

The fire department had not arrived yet, though you could hear the screaming of sirens. The 5-story building was in a blaze. The fire was hot enough to feel it from the other side of the road. Knowing there were people inside, Raven knew she had to do something.

She snuck away from her friends, since to them she was only Rachel Roth. Going around the trees behind them, she teleported inside the burning building. She took a deep breath and made her way to the people inside.

A mother holding her kids on the floor were the first people she got to. “Raven!” the little boy yelled cheerfully as his hero appeared to have blown away the burning hot door that had trapped him and his family. He rushed to hug her “please help us” he cried with tears in his eyes. Raven got to his level “It is going to be okay” she said in her monotone voice. She waved the family over. Using her powers, she moved the burning debris to make a path as they made their way to collect people alone the way out. She took no fear away from them, though she did give them courage.

Once the fire department got there, the fire was dying down, Raven had tried to snuff what she could and guided everyone out.  Everyone cheered as a large group of people ran out unharmed.

Though something was not right. Raven sensed there was someone left. She turned and went back inside looking for the last soul.

An elderly woman in her room clinging on to her cane. She was frozen in fear. Raven, like many times before blew the door off. She saw the woman “it is okay, you are safe now” the woman shook her head as she did not want to leave. She did not want to let go of the pictures and belongings she had because that was all she had left of her late husband.

Raven nodded, looking around. She didn’t want to tarry, but she knew that it was not only lives that would be lost to the fire, but memories as well.

Outside, a black dome covered the building. The air inside was burned by the fire until there was no fire left.

Meanwhile Rachel’s friends called out for her, they started to worry.  As the old woman stepped outside as well, one of Rachel’s friends spotted her coming from behind the burnt building. “What the hell? What were you doing back there?” One of them yelled, worried.

Unable to tell her friends what had happened or why it looked as if she put herself in danger, they scolded her as they walked to the beach.

They set up a small campfire and sat around it and talked about the movie they had seen, though they could not get over how Rachel had put herself in danger. They talked and then came up with the idea to teach the new girl of the group a lesson. One of the girls took Rachel’s arm and pulled her over her lap and pulled her pants down.

“You could have hurt yourself! You need to let the professionals and the heroes help other people and not put yourself in danger!” Her friend scolded her.

Rachel yelped and begged “you don’t understand” she pleaded to no avail. After ten minutes Rachel was passed to Dan, the guy next to Beth. He began spanking Rachel over his lap over and over, scolding her the same about how they are all worried about her.

After Ten minutes of spanking by Dan she was passed again to another friend who continued her punishment.  All five of Rachel’s fiends took turns spanking her on the beach around the campfire. Rachel just cried, tears running down her face as her butt burned from the stinging pain of her long, hard spanking.

Though her butt was sore, and she was humiliated, she still couldn’t tell them that she was Raven of the Titans!