I hadn’t been in the office for a long while since I had to quit working. We kept in touch some but not like we used to. I was trying to behave. He’s married, I’m married. He had a new secretary, and I tried not to think about what they might get up to together. I wish I could say I dropped in on a whim, but anyone who saw the low cut dress I was wearing would know I had carefully planned this visit.
I was disappointed when I stopped in and another former co-worker was there with the man who used to be my boss. As I made small talk, I kept my eye on my ex-boss. He was a bit withdrawn, but I hoped he was putting on a show for our small audience of one. The other guy headed out, and we were finally alone together.
Some comments were thrown my way about how long it had been. So, the stand-offishness wasn’t an act. I felt guilty, but I didn’t try to explain. He knew all of my reasoning anyway. I was starting to think nothing was going to happen between us, and I should just head out when he approached me and tightly pulled me to him. I melted against him. It had been so long. He allowed me a moment of pleasure pressed to his strong chest before pulling back. He looked at me seriously as he told me that it was wrong of me to stay away so long, and there would be consequences. As he walked me over to the bench seating, he explained that I would need punished, a spanking. I tried to hide my excitement that a fantasy I had let him in on was going to come true.