My Stupid, Stupid Curiosity
When I arrived at work that morning an hour early to make up time missed
the day before, nothing seemed out of ordinary. I entered after unlocking the
door, turned to lock it back up and turned the lights on. I smiled as I
surveyed the foyer noticing that things were in place and waiting for the day to
begin. The front of the office is set up with two rooms. When you enter we
have the foyer, or greeting room where the clients can hang up coats, sit on
nice leather chairs, have coffee and read a variety of material that I change
every month. My office is adjacent to the foyer with a window for me to see the
clients as they come in. I sometimes wish the wall did not separate my office
from the foyer as I have to come around when I offer drinks and to show them
back to my boss's office.
I went to my desk to prepare the files of our clients for that day. I
looked at his e-mail and printed out all that he would need to see. I then
checked on line for any news that may affect our business on our web site. I
looked at the time to see if my boss was due to arrive and headed for his office
to get things ready in there. When I enter his office I always feel a quiet
sophistication within the room. He had it nicely furnished with a dark cherry
wood desk with a leather seat for himself and two for his guest. He had
bookshelves laden with books. There was a leather love seat in a little alcove
that I always wished I could sit in and read a book. He never used overhead
lights preferring the look of lamps that give the room a soft glow. It was
cozy and warm giving off exactly what he wanted and that was to make his clients
feel at home.
I did not notice it right away as I went straight for his desk to put
down the things I printed. It wasn't until I had finished turning on his
computer and scanned his desk for things that might be for me that I noticed it.
It was in front of the two leather chairs which had been pushed back to give it
plenty of room.
I had no idea what it was at first. It was made of black shiny metal
and was rather large, so I was quite surprised to have just noticed it. When I
approached I noticed that it looked like a bench of some sort. This had to be
some new workout machine I've never heard of before. He was very much into
fitness. There was a black leather cushion on the middle and when I got closer
I realized that there was no way that one could sit on the cushion and do
sit-ups, or any other exercise for that matter. It was up to high and the rest
of the machine was bent at an angle that was not usable for any of the exercises
I saw on television. Then I noticed the black cloth on the floor by the back
leg. It was piled in a small heap against the leg and when I picked it up I
found it to be nothing but woman's panties.
I stood back up with my heart pounding. Of course I dropped the panties
right where I found them. But I looked at the machine now with new eyes. I
could not believe that my boss, the man I've worked with now for two years, was
into spanking. And into it so much that he had this contraption. I felt
tingles going down my spine and a familiar tingle from my bottom. I love to be
spanked. I have only dreamed of going over horses or any contraption such as
this one. I have only been over the knees of a few boyfriends I could talk into
spanking me. Everything else has been from stories read on line or my own
thoughts, which can drive me crazy at times.
I left the office not wanting for him to find me there. I even took back
the papers I dropped on his desk and turned his computer off. I know he is into
spanking but he has no idea I am and it wouldn't be good to let him know. This
is work after all. I went to my desk thinking of how the contraption would
work. Now that I know what it was it was obvious that it was a metal horse. I
could do nothing at that moment but let the tingles of excitement run through
their course, as I pictured myself over the seat with my own bottom high up in
the air waiting for punishment. I wondered about his techniques and his
instruments, if he had them in his room. I glanced at the clock, only ten
minutes had past since entering his room.
I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. I had to work here and
I would have to pay attention to the task at hand. I turned back to my computer
but could not focus at all. I looked at the clock. He had a good half hour or
more before he would even arrive to the office. I would not be able to
concentrate if I didn't explore just a bit more. I got up and checked the door
to make sure it was locked and headed back to his office with my heart pounding
and all of my body tingling in anticipation. My stomach even joined the act by
flittering around.
I went right to it after shutting the door and stood behind it where I
would begin if I were told to bend over. My mind was telling me to leave,
screaming for me to go and pretend I never saw the thing, but my body won the
war and I found myself moving to bend over the seat. The metal was cold to
touch and it was rather awkward to move into the position. I noticed that I had
to grab the legs tight to keep from sliding and rolling off, which made me feel
clumsy and more embarrassed. My mind screamed for me to get up and quit being
so foolish, but my body said just for a second, then we will go once our
curiosity is satisfied. When my bottom finally rested over the pad I did find
that I was in a very embarrassing position that was not only embarrassing to get
into but rather hard to get out of. My hands and feet fitted nicely to the legs
on either side, and my bottom, which was tingling like mad now, was perched
perfectly for a spanking.
I noticed that my head had nowhere to rest and I realized that if I were
indeed being spanked I would have a harder time escaping this contraption for
fear of falling on my head. I didn't think I could handle a long spanking over
this if I had to dangle my head, but I guessed that it would not be on my mind
at the time. I was beginning to feel foolish and was getting up when I noticed
the bands on the legs for the first time. They were black and tight against the
metal. I wondered how a band would hold the one being spanked in place. I let
go of the left bar and let myself hang over the bar as I tried to pull the band
over my right wrist. It was very tight and it took a lot of pulling, and hoping
that I didn't break it, to get it over my wrist. I then put myself back into
position and found the band to be harder to escape from than one would expect.
It wouldn't budge from it's spot yet had enough give to allow me to pull and not
cut off my circulation. I still had to hold on to the bar to hold myself up so
my head would not hit the floor. I wondered about the back bands and how they
would work. I tried to get up to see but was prevented by the band from doing
so. Okay, my curiosity was satisfied, it was time to get out of here anyway. I
pulled myself up and flipped over the bar so that I could let a little slack out
on the band. I pulled and was just easing my hand out of the band when the door
opened and in walked my boss, James.
His presence in a room, to me, seemed to fill it. He was tall and very
muscular as he always worked out. He had dark brown hair that he kept in a
military high top cut and dark brown eyes, that always captured my attention
when he was upset about some mistake I made and brightened my most depressing
day just by smiling at me. I noticed his thighs were long the first time I met
him being the way I am, thighs and muscular arms are important. He had long
fingers that were smooth and well kept. But his manner was of quiet
determination, confidence and pride and he carried it without being "snooty".
I hissed when the band snapped back down on my wrist. I wanted to die.
I felt my face grow red with embarrassment and I made myself small against the
machine. I couldn't look up at him nor speak to try and explain why I was here,
that was obvious anyway. He closed the door and stood there. I guess he was
embarrassed too and had no idea what to say. After what seemed like an eternity
he came over to me and bent down to pull the band loose for me. I slipped my
hand out and stood refusing to look at him and so red in the face that my cheeks
were beginning to hurt. I slipped past him and ran out of the room and slammed
my door shut when I reached my office. Then I leaned against the door and took
deep breaths to try and calm myself. The whole time cussing myself out for my
stupid, stupid curiosity, which will forever get me into trouble. I paced back
and forth wishing I hadn't come in early to find that thing. I noticed that he
was in early and it was probably to hide it. I wondered where he hid it and
then began to pace again.
When the outside door opened I jumped. It wasn't supposed to be unlocked
and my first thought was that Gary had arrived to help my boss with his
paperwork. But as that thought occurred another quickly took it's place, Gary
wasn't due today until 1:00 this must be...and it was, Linda, James's
girlfriend. The one that was tied on that contraption living the dream I've
wanted for so long. She looked surprised to see me and I could do nothing but
give a weak smile and nod. James came out to take her by the arm and lead her
out. He was red faced as well, I noticed, and didn't look at me. She looked at
him, me, and turned red...so we all knew and there was no going back now.
I sat down thankful that he was gone so I could take the rest of the
time to calm down. I laughed at the situation, got scared to death that I would
be fired, and cussed myself out more.
When he entered the office again I was ready to just forget the whole
thing. He nodded at me and I smiled back. He didn't say your fired, pack up
and get out. He went straight to his office like he always does. I breathed a
sigh of relief. I saw that it was time to get our day started and I was going to
see that it was done right. I took him the papers I printed out earlier but
couldn't help look for where he hid it.
" It's under the table by the window. It's able to be folded down and
fits well under there." He offered to me. He was looking me directly in the
eye and seemed to be waiting for something. I nodded and blushed and said "
Oh."
After a few awkward seconds ticked by I took a deep breath and asked if
there were anything else I could do before the Peterman's arrived.
" No. Things are in order. Thank you." He smiled and turned back to
his computer to check on the stock market.
I left thankful that nothing would come of my curiosity. The rest of
the day was a blur but I managed to get things done.
At the end of the day the three of us left the office together. Gary
had arrived and they were heading to dinner together to go over more paperwork.
" Why don't you join us?" Gary asked.
" Not tonight. Tom and I are going out for dinner." I have been dating
Tom for a year. He was talked into spanking me about six months into our
relationship, but he would do no more than make it sting a bit. He would quit
as soon as I made the slightest noise. For me that can get so frustrating. I
don't like the pain of a spanking mind you, but it's not real if it doesn't have
that sting and sometimes taken to where I've given up, not that I've ever been
there either. A warm up is stimulating but my time with Tom will be short. I
knew this from the little bit of experience I've had being spanked. I was
already having nights where I was left feeling empty and needing more.
" So you are still seeing Tom?" James asked me. " How is it going?"
I blushed, couldn't help it, when I looked into his eyes. " It's okay."
I shrugged.
" Having problems?" Gary asked. We were at my car now and I nodded.
" Yes. I don't see it lasting much longer to be honest." I answered
truthfully. I never tell of my love life to anyone and will never be able to
explain why I gave the little I did now. Okay, it's for that small chance that
I may be over that bench in James's office.
" That's too bad." Gary said.
I nodded. " Yes. It is." I sat down in my car. " Well, I will see
ya'll tomorrow. Have a good night." I smiled and waved as I went by them in my
car and drove to meet Tom who was now officially over. I just had to tell him.
I know you must think I'm selfish and wicked for dumping Tom over some small
chance that James's and I will get together. Do you know how hard it is to find
someone with the same passion that you have, especially in this sort of thing?
Tom and I are heading for a break up anyway. Better now than later. Of course
James's has Linda. There is no way that I will break those two up. And she
obviously likes to be spanked or she would never have gone over the bench. Then
a thought occurred...what if it was James over the bench? Well that would kill
the whole deal. I'm a "spankee". I could not imagine him submitting to a
spanking anyway. He oozed dominance.
I met Tom at my house. He has been asking me to let him move in with me
for over a month now. I just have not been able to do it. I like my space, or
so I thought, now that I look at him as we kiss and head inside, I know it's
because I truly do not see a future with him. I knew if I told him of what I
found he would not find it to be normal, he would call James a pervert, a sexual
criminal that should be locked up. And as he began to tell of his day with a
client he just took in and her crazy situation without so much as noticing that
I wasn't paying attention, could really care about it, I knew that I was wasting
my time, and his.
I interrupted him with the news. " Tom, we need to talk."
" Oh?" He looked up from his seat on my couch.
" Yes." I was about to blurt it out but couldn't. We did have a year
together and he was willing to "put up" with my needs. This wasn't going to be
very easy. I sat down and began slowly telling how I truly felt. We hugged and
cried and I felt a mixture of things as he left that night. I drew a hot bubble
bath, got a glass of wine, and soaked my thoughts.
I wondered what my stupid, stupid curiosity got me into.
