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**Chapter 1 – The Sexual Awakening**
It started with Elizabeth’s desire to leave her hometown of Franklin, Tennessee, just south of Nashville. After a couple of failed relationships, she decided that she didn’t want to get stuck as someone’s housewife, or baby mama, and apparently, if you can think for yourself, you’re just not southern housewife material.
Elizabeth spent two years as an intern, with Redfield Investments, before she finished her bachelor’s degree in business administrations, which resulted in her being immediately hired for the assistant admin position.
Elizabeth spent the last few years trying to show her boss that she was ready for more responsibilities, but she kept getting passed over for every promotional opportunity.
Elizabeth didn’t feel like her hard work was fully being appreciated, and she didn’t see herself going anywhere at that place, which was the reason why she wanted to leave her hometown in the first place and go somewhere a little bit more exciting, or more appreciating.
When the company announced that they opened another location, just outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Elizabeth immediately applied for, and was accepted to be, the Executive Assistant.
The first time Elizabeth met Mr. Copeland, was in his office, where he shook her hands, and he said, “I asked for the brightest and hardest working person that could keep up with me, welcome to the team, I hope you have your running shoes on.”
Elizabeth was a little intimidated by Mr. Copeland, because when he talked to her, he looked her straight in the eyes. She tried her hardest to look back into those gorgeous green eyes, but whenever she did, she’d lose focus, and not hear a word he said.
She was also afraid that her eyes would betray her and reveal her attraction to him.
The longer they worked together, the more she wanted to be around him.
Mr. Copeland was a smart, tall, fit, handsome, man, standing 6’2”, light skinned, with short brown hair. He always came to work with a nice haircut, cleaned shaven face, trimmed mustache, and what smelled like Armani Code cologne.
Elizabeth loved to walk behind him, just to breath him in her noise, and *SSSSMELL* him, *Mmmm*, she loved the smell of a man.
Whenever they walked towards the conference room for a meeting, Elizabeth would purposely walk behind him, with the files in her hands, just to look at his broad shoulders, under his suit jacket, with hints of his biceps, whenever his arms would swing, and his ass, *Mmmm*, perfectly fitted in those pants.
Elizabeth felt her saliva forming, heart racing, hands sweating, and fingers twitching, just thinking about touching, and biting, those glutes. She made sure to squeeze the files extra tight, just so her sweaty hands wouldn’t leap out and grab his ass.
Elizabeth was just 5’5, with shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, who occasionally wore reading glasses, so you could tell why she felt small, especially standing in front of him. Ever since Mr. Copeland complimented her on the smell of her perfume, Pleasures Eau de Parfum, she always made sure to wear it, just for him.
Elizabeth remembered the first time Mr. Copeland accidently touched her. They were headed to another meeting in the conference room, and she purposely walked a little too close behind him, so she could close her eyes, and *SSSSMELL* his cologne.
She didn’t realize that he immediately turned around, until she bumped into his chest, and she felt him grab her hips, which stopped her in her tracks.
Elizabeth remembered opening her eyes, looking up, and directly into his green eyes.
Mr. Copeland slowly released her hips, which made her feel like he didn’t want to let go, and smiled, as she apologized, with a blushing face.
Elizabeth was surprised at how powerful his hands were, and the way his hands were able to just grab her waist, with ease, made her feel like they belonged there.
The area where Mr. Copeland’s fingers held her hips, would not stop *TINGLING* all day, or night, as she laid in bed, closed her eyes, put the *VIBRATOR* on her clit, and *MOANED*.
Ever since that day, Elizabeth felt like they were “accidently” touching each other, more and more.
When Mr. Copeland asked her for the client files, she walked over to his office, handed him the files, and she felt their fingers touch. She didn’t know if it was him doing that on purpose, or her doing that on purpose, but the brief skin-to-skin contact, made her heart race, which made her want to head home, to take care of her itch.
God, his office smells good, she thought, it was like she could *SSSSMELL* him deep inside of her.
Whenever Elizabeth thought about that, she had to make frequent trips to the bathroom, just to dry herself off, being lonely and horny, sucks.
Elizabeth had her own office, which was about ten feet away from Mr. Copeland’s office. She always kept a notepad next to her computer because Mr. Copeland had a habit of walking in and asking for tasks that he needed her to complete, which she would quickly jot down.
On Friday, Mr. Copeland was standing in front of Elizabeth’s desk, telling her about a PowerPoint presentation that he needed her to put together by Monday night, and to include last week’s accounts.
She wrote down notes, while periodically looking up, to gaze at the bulge in his pants. She wondered if he was wearing boxers, briefs, or nothing at all. She could see the outline of his shaft, and the head of his cock, perfectly, which made her mouth water.
The taste of an eraser, which she didn’t even realize went into her mouth, woke her from that gaze.
Elizabeth quickly swallowed her saliva, and felt her face blush, as she looked down at her notes, a little embarrassed, while hoping he didn’t notice her staring at his cock.
Elizabeth said, “I’ll have this completed for you as soon as I can.”
Mr. Copeland said, “Thank you,” turned, and left Elizabeth’s office.
Elizabeth loved that Mr. Copeland always made sure to look her in the eyes, with every compliment he gave her, “Good job on the power point”, “Thank you for finishing that so early”, “Thanks for staying late”, “Your perfume smells lovely.”
She worked so hard for that position, and she didn’t want to disappoint him, so she made sure everything he needed was completed early, to give him more time to review it.
Mr. Copeland didn’t really talk to the other employees in the office, just Elizabeth and his account managers. If he ever needed any employee related questions, he went through Elizabeth. Things were going well for her, but her weekends were getting increasingly lonely, and her toys were no longer as fun as they used to be.
On Monday night, Elizabeth was working late, trying to finish some last-minute changes to the PowerPoint, while Mr. Copeland stayed late to prep for the important 9am business meeting tomorrow. Mr. Copeland had asked her to finish the PowerPoint by 7pm, print it out, and come to his office, so they could both go over the PowerPoint presentation.
At 7pm, Elizabeth walked into Mr. Copeland’s office, with her notepad and two copies of the PowerPoint, and handed him one. They went over each slide, with Elizabeth standing to his right, while Mr. Copeland sat at his desk, going through page by page, and very impressed with the slides.
When they got to the last slide, Mr. Copeland said, “Where’s the financial information on the Zimmerman account?”
Elizabeth’s heart sank when she realized she totally forgot to call their office that morning, get the financial information, and put it in the PowerPoint. She looked down at her notes, and knew, she forgot to write it down, as pictures of his bulge flashed in her head.
Mr. Copeland looked so disappointed, when he said, “We can’t do the meeting tomorrow without that information.”
Elizabeth was so angry at herself; she didn’t even realize that her left hand had touched his right shoulder, and the words that came out of her mouth were, “I’m so sorry I let you down, you need to punish me for that.”
A cold shock ran down her spine, and her left hand lifted from his shoulder, when she realized what she said. Her heart raced, and she had no idea how to recover from that comment, as she looked at him, and nervously waited for a response.
Mr. Copeland paused for a second, looked her straight in the eyes, with those gorgeous green eyes, grinned and said, “I should punish you for that Mrs. Elizabeth,” then paused for a second, as if reading her body language.
Elizabeth felt her knees suddenly weakened, and slightly bend, as she swallowed extra saliva that formed in her mouth.
Mr. Copeland was still looking into her eyes, as he pushed his chair back and said, “I want you to lay across my lap,” and without hesitation, she laid on his lap, and looked down at his expensive shoes.
And that is how Elizabeth ended up across Mr. Copeland’s lap, the end, or more like, the beginning.
Elizabeth felt him looking down at her back, as her heart raced, while she waited for him something. His legs felt strong, and they held most of her weight, as the tip of her feet and fingertips touched the ground.
Elizabeth suddenly felt him roll up her skirt, as she trembled with adrenaline. She felt her skirt continue to roll up over her ass, and stopped at her lower back, as she felt the cold office air on her exposed panties.
Elizabeth wished she wore sexier underwear, when she felt him grab the sides of her panties, shimmy it down to her knees, and expose her bare-ass cheeks to the world. She felt the trembling on her hips and lower stomach, but she didn’t know if it was from the complete exposure, the complete control she gave him, or the fact that she wanted this to happen.
Mr. Copeland said, “You did a bad thing Mrs. Elizabeth, that account is worth a couple million dollars.”
Elizabeth said, “I’m so sorry sir, I want to be punished for it.”
Mr. Copeland said, “I’ve been watching you, staring at me, smelling me, and touching me. My hands have been wondering if you were going to give them the opportunity to touch you back.”
Elizabeth felt him move his right hand and place his fingertips above her right ass. Her skin felt every inch of travel, as his fingertips made their way across the outside of her right ass cheek.
She felt his right hand go back above her right ass, spread his fingers out, and slide all five of his fingers down her right ass cheek. When she felt his fingers touch her pussy lips, a bolt of energy hit her clit, and a *MOAN* escaped her lips.
Mr. Copeland’s fingers paused for a few seconds, and gently pressed down, before his fingers slowly slid down her pussy lips, grazing her asshole, then sliding all five of his fingers, across her entire left ass cheek.
The skin on Elizabeth’s ass felt so amazing, and the touch from his fingers, made her clit *THROB*. She felt her legs automatically spread, giving him access to more, because she wanted more.
Mr. Copeland reached out his left hand, and put his entire left palm and fingers, just above her right ass, then he used his entire hand, to slide down her right ass cheek.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, as she felt every inch of his hand travel down her right ass cheek, with the anticipation of his fingers touching her again. She almost forgot how much she loved having her ass cheeks tickled and teased.
Mr. Copelands hand slowed down, and he positioned his left hand, so that his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, slowly slid up Elizabeth’s pussy lips, towards her clit, then he slowly massaged her clit, before sliding back down, and repeating that motion a few more times, up, and down, up, and down.
Elizabeth’s mouth opened, and her breath escaped with each *MOAN*, each time he massaged her clit.
Mr. Copeland seemed to love teasing her clit, and tender lips, with this up and down motion.
Elizabeth felt his middle finger pause, just under her clit, then she felt his middle finger separate her pussy lips, bend, and slightly penetrate her. She held her breath, when she felt him use his ring finger and index finger, to squeeze her lips around his middle finger.
She felt his fingers slide back down her lips, while he squeezed the other two fingers together, ensuring that his middle finger, not only slid between them, but collected her juices as well.
She held her breath the entire travel down her lips and over her left ass cheek, then let out an exhale *MOAN*.
Elizabeth felt his left hand come off her ass, so she turned her head to the left, to see what he was doing.
Elizabeth saw that Mr. Copeland was grinning and admiring her beautiful ass on his lap, then she watched him slowly bring his left hand towards his face and put his middle finger in his mouth.
As soon as his middle finger touched his taste buds, Mr. Copeland closed his eyes, then closed his mouth, and tasted her.
Elizabeth saw his nostrils flare, and his cheeks slightly pucker, as Mr. Copeland sucked her flavor, right off his middle finger, and he said, “*Mmmm*,” which *VIBRATED* the left side of her body.
Mr. Copeland opened his eyes, and he saw that she was looking at him, so he took his middle finger out of his mouth and said, “Eyes forward Mrs. Elizabeth.”
She quickly looked forward, then suddenly felt a *SLAP*, directly on her right ass cheek, which *TINGLED* from the sensation. The electricity that was generated from that *SLAP*, *VIBRATED* her clit and pussy lips, then traveled up her spine, and out her mouth, in the form of an approving *MOAN*, which escaped her lips.
As soon as she *MOANED*, *SLAP*, right across her left ass cheek, which generated a second wave of energy up her body and resulted in another approving *MOAN*.
Elizabeth laid there on Mr. Copeland’s lap, with her right hand holding his left ankle, and her left fingertips on the floor, trying to support her weight, as he went back and forth, *SLAP, SLAP* on each ass cheek with the same level of intensity.
Elizabeth felt his cock grow hard under her stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to pull it out and devour it.
*SLAP*, waking her up from that cock hungry fantasy, as she laid on top of his lap, dripping from the ass induced pleasure. Her breathing was heavy, as her shaky right arm tried to help with the weight of her body, from pressing down on her lungs. *SLAP*, which made her ass cheeks clench, forcing her clit to rub on his leg.
*SLAP*, then feeling his right forearm graze her sensitive lips with every *SLAP* on her right ass cheek. Her body automatically responded to the graze, and arched her back, making sure he had access to everything he needed.
*SLAP*, as he gripped down on her right ass cheek with his fingers, pressed down with his right forearm, while he teasingly slid up and down her lips, which made her *MOAN* with each pleasure.
All Elizabeth could think about, was, YES, TAKE THAT FRUSTRATION OUT ON ME, I DESERVE IT, as she *MOANED* with each *SLAP* on her ass cheek.
Each *SLAP* kept her fixated at that moment in time, as she felt the *STING*, of each *SLAP*, and the juice leaking out of her body, her aroused clit rubbing on his pants, her hard nipples rubbing under her shirt, her heart thumping, and her heavy breathing.
Elizabeth felt the electricity from each *SLAP*, flow from his hand, on to the sensitive nerve endings on her ass, *VIBRATE* and travel up her clit, up her spine, straight to her brain, and out of her mouth, as she *MOANED* with each *SLAP*.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Mr. Copeland stopped, paused for a second, then gently slid his fingers on the outline of his red handprints, on both of her ass cheeks. It was like his fingertips barely touched her skin, but she felt them *TINGLE* on her ass cheeks the entire time.
After tracing the outline of his handprints, he slowly went across the bright red center skin, which made her hold her breath, at the pleasurable pain.
Mr. Copeland’s fingers slid, from her bright red ass, down her inner thigh, to her knees, then grabbed her panties, and slowly shimmied it up the back of her ass, as if he tried to prolong his view.
Mr. Copeland slide her panties over her sensitive skin, and when he put them on Elizabeth’s body, he rubbed his fingers on the outside of her panties, up and down her lips, once, twice, three times, just to feel how quickly her panties get soaked.
When Elizabeth’s panties grazed her sensitive skin, and touched her lips, she *MOANED*, but when she felt the combination of her sensitive skin, and his fingers rubbing her swollen lips, the two was almost enough to make her cum right there.
Mr. Copeland then rolled down her skirt and helped her stand up.
Elizabeth stood by his side, as she felt the wetness soaking through her panties, then dripping down her inner left thigh.
Mr. Copeland then pushed his chair back under his desk and Elizabeth watched, as his hard bulge disappeared from her sight.
Mr. Copeland turned to Elizabeth and he looked her straight in the eyes.
Elizabeth was thinking how she would do anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask, and it was his. Her heart raced and her mouth watered, as she waited for him to say something. She was nervous, just standing there, because she could literally feel her shaky legs, and the streaks of her wetness, reach down to her left calf.
Mr. Copeland opened his mouth and said, “Now, go back to your desk, cancel the morning meeting, and reschedule it for late in the afternoon, that should give you plenty of time to get the financial information we need for the PowerPoint.”
Elizabeth nodded, unable to speak, as her heart still pounded in her chest. Then she turned, and walked, that uncomfortable wet walk, back to her desk.
Elizabeth tried to focus on what she needed to do, to get the financial information for the PowerPoint, but when she slowly sat on her chair, her sensitive ass cheeks *TINGLED*, which quickly reminded her of the *SPANKING* that she had just received.
A *MOAN* escaped her lips, as her sore ass sent another wave of pleasure throughout her body. She loved how her body reacted to this new form of pleasure and she asked herself, is there anything else that I’m missing in this world?
She canceled the morning meeting, with an apology for any inconvenience, then sent out an invitation for 1pm.
Elizabeth looked up from her keyboard and she saw Mr. Copeland at her door.
Mr. Copeland said, “Have a good night Mrs. Elizabeth, see you bright and early in the morning.”
Elizabeth nervously said, “Yes Mr. Copeland, have a good night.”
Mr. Copeland turned and headed for the front door.
When Elizabeth heard the front door close, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and just melted into her chair. She replayed everything in her head, as her right hand, made its way up her skirt, and her fingers slid her panties to the left, then on her clit.
As soon as Elizabeth’s middle finger touched her clit, she heard Mr. Copeland in her head say, “I should punish you for that Mrs. Elizabeth”, as she slowly rubbed her clit, side-to-side.
In Elizabeth’s mind, she saw Mr. Copeland slide his fingers across her right ass cheek, tease her lips, then slide his palm across her entire right ass cheek, sliding his middle finger between her lips, and she watched, as he savored her flavor, then *SLAP*, as she *MOANED*, while rubbing her clit faster.
Elizabeth remembered feeling his cock grow under her stomach and *MOANED*, “Mr. Copeland,” out loud.
Elizabeth felt how soaked her fingers were, every time she slid up and down her lips, at the thought of Mr. Copeland’s fingers doing the same. Her eyes stayed closed, as she grinded her sore ass cheeks on her seat. She felt the pleasurable pain from her sensitive ass, mix with the pleasure from her clit, which helped her relive the *SPANKING* she just received.
Each spank in her mind, made her *MOAN*, which made her breathing get faster and her fingers rub faster. *SLAP, SLAP, SLAP*, as she felt the buildup grow deep inside. The pressure she felt, was not just from her clit, it was from somewhere deep inside, under her stomach, and everywhere around it.
After one final *SLAP*, she *MOANED*, “*MR. COPELAND*,” then held her breath, and released, *MOAN*, after *MOAN*, from her intense orgasmic pulses, that made her uncontrollably spasm in her chair.
When the *THROBBING* in her pussy died down, her fingers slowed, until they finally came off her sensitive clit, and rested by her right side. After a few seconds, her breathing slowed, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and was shocked to see Mr. Copeland, watching her, for who knows how long.
She let out a little gasp, sat up, embarrassed, fixed her skirt, and looked to the side.
Mr. Copeland said, “I forgot my jacket, thank you for that Mrs. Elizabeth,” then turned, and left, for real that time.
Elizabeth melted back into her chair again, and slide down her seat, as her sensitive ass cheeks *TINGLED*.
Elizabeth let out a long sigh and thought, oh my god, I have to look at him tomorrow.
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