Targets, Part 1 – An Erotic Story

Cheryl and I were Assistant Managers of two separate locations of an independent bookshop in Washington, DC. The company was a mom-and-pop local institution in the area, with five stores in the city proper and four others between the suburbs of Maryland and Virginia. Cheryl and I both worked at city stores, just different ones.

I first became intrigued by Cheryl from her phone manner. There were a lot of calls between the stores, like if a customer came into your shop looking for a book and you didn’t have it but you could see on the computer that another location did; you’d call them and either ask them to hold it for the person or transfer it over, depending on the customer’s preference. Once we’d become acquainted with each other through these phone chats, Cheryl started calling me “Sunshine.” She had a sexy-sounding voice, husky and velvet-toned.

I met Cheryl in person at a winter holiday party for all the stores. She stood out in that setting because she wore these loud, glittery pants that were made of lame or satin. Most of us who worked for the company were underemployed types, college graduates toiling for an hourly wage, and we dressed down even at a gathering like that. On first glance I thought Cheryl’s pants were a little gaudy, kind of embarrassing. But after I’d had three Guinnesses I kept looking over at them, and at her in general. I became dazzled by the glitter of the tight-fitting pants and by Cheryl’s tall body (5’9 or so), her bright blue eyes, frizzy dark hair worn neck-length, and big boobs. I went over to talk to her, and once I heard that sultry voice of hers in person, I didn’t want to leave her side. After we’d been chatting for some time, she said to me, “You know, Sunshine, if you keep hanging around me like this, people are gonna talk.” Then she winked at me and gave me a playful swat on the butt before walking off to mingle.

2.

The company produced a quarterly newsletter. It contained capsule reviews of books recommended by us staffers, details of any promotions we were running, etc. Hard copies of the publication were available in the stores, and digital versions were emailed to customers on our listserv. We all got paid $15 in store credit for any reviews we contributed to the magazine. Cheryl was the managing editor of it, and she earned a quarterly stipend for doing that.

About three months after I met Cheryl at the holiday party, she called me through the store’s phones near closing time.

“Hey Sunshine. Listen, Tom from Bethesda who’s been my assistant on the newsletter is going back to school and he put his two weeks notice in. So, I need a new sidekick. I thought of you. I like how you write. What do you think? You’d get a cash bonus every three months and you’d get some paid time outside of the shop at deadline time.”

“Sounds great to me. Is there anything negative about the job that I should know about before agreeing?”

“Well, you’d have to spend some time with me in person working on it. Is that a negative for you?”

I could practically see her “wink wink” facial expression through the phone line.

“I guess I’d like hanging around you ok.”

Cheryl let out a throaty laugh. “Yeah, sweetie, I think you made that pretty clear at the holiday party. People at my shop are still talking about how you’re sweet on me.”

“Was I that obvious? Well, blame it on the Guinness. Any other, uh, drawbacks to the assistant editor gig?”

“Just that they’re dead serious about getting it out on time. Which means no fucking around at crunch time. I don’t know what your social calendar is like, but for the last week before each deadline, you should plan on some late nights working with me on it. You can come to my place for that.”

“Hmm. And what would happen if I decided to go see a band or something on one of those nights instead of working?”

“I’d come to your store, take you in the back room, pull your pants down, and spank you.”

“Whoa. Do you promise?”

“You think it’d be fun? I have a thick hairbrush I could use on you. Or I could pop you with my bare hands, for the more personal touch. Either way would sting and leave your cute little ass red and swollen.”

“You just sold me on the position. When do I start?”

Cheryl and I could do most of the newsletter work remotely. All of the content was kept on a secure shared drive that we could both access and edit. She gave out the writing assignments, and we split up proofreading/copy-editing duties. We also each wrote parts of the front sections. When I needed to work on the publication, I could leave the sales floor and sit at a monitor in the store’s back room. One night as I was in that area editing, I remembered what Cheryl said she would do to me back there if I ever slacked off at deadline time. I’d been thinking about that a lot. I called her.

“I’m just curious: did you ever have to give Tom any spankings?”

“Ha! I knew you’d be obsessing about that. No, I didn’t. He was too intimidated by me to push his luck. Most guys are afraid of a tall and assertive woman like me. You aren’t?”

“I’m not sure afraid is exactly how to describe it. But it’s something. Entranced maybe? Bewitched? Whatever it is, it makes me want to push my luck with you.”

“Oh boy. You know, deadline crunch time is going to start in about two weeks. Maybe I should just go ahead and give you your first whooping, just so you’ll know what you’ll get if you mess and up make us late to go to print.”

I was conscious of my shortened breathing and my racing heart rate, not to mention a bulge in my jeans.

“You would do that here? What if somebody walked in on us?”

“Good point. Although I think that would be funny. But I need this job, so let’s do it at my place. I live alone, so we’ll have privacy.”

“Will you use your brush or your bare hands?”

“Both. And I’ll tease and deny you first. That’ll intensify the experience for you.”

Was I really up for being so vulnerable with her? It didn’t matter. We’d already pushed the envelope and there was no turning back now.

“When are we doing this?” I asked her, looking over my shoulder to make sure none of my co-workers had entered the room.

“Sunday night. Come over at 8:00. Give me your personal number and I’ll text you the address. Then I gotta run.”

After I gave her my number, she said, “Kisses, sweetie,” in that seductive voice of hers.

4.

Cheryl lived in a studio apartment in the Adams-Morgan neighborhood, near to my efficiency unit in Mount Pleasant. I noticed when I entered her place that she was wearing the glittery pants she had on at the work party, and that there was a heavy-looking, steel-backed hairbrush on the coffee table in front of her sofa. Cheryl’s top that night was a sleeveless soft pink number that fit her tightly in a way that made her big tits especially pronounced.

“Let’s do a little work first, ok? You can add an hour to your online timecard when you’re back in the store.”

She had a workstation in her unit, a desk with a laptop, and she had two chairs pulled up to it and scooted close together. She poured us each a Maker’s Mark and ginger. Then we sat down snugly in front of the desk, and she opened the newsletter drive, to which we both had access on our personal computers. 

Cheryl’s long legs pressed up against mine as she opened the promotions announcements file and started talking about some of the content there. I kept glancing down at the captivating glitter on the shiny material of the pants. Her bare shoulders seemed to glisten. She had on some kind of citrusy perfume that made me a little dizzy. Her tits looked like they wanted to explode through the fabric of her tank top. I think I might have been panting as she tried to walk me through some newsletter text that needing tightening.

“I think we better work on this another time,” she said after about a half hour, as she exited the document we’d been looking at and closed her laptop. “I don’t think you’re exactly focused on the newsletter right now, are you?”

She turned to me then, stared into my eyes with a mocking expression in hers, then cupped my chin firmly with her long fingers.

“The next time we sit here and work on this, though, I need you to concentrate. I mean on the newsletter and not on me. Come over to the sofa now so I can show you what happens to bad boys who don’t work hard for me.”

Before taking me over there, she pulled my face closer to hers and led us into a long tongue kiss, during which she moaned.

5.

At her sofa, Cheryl remained dressed, but she disrobed me. She let her huge boobs press into my chest a little as she pulled my T-Shirt over my head and yanked my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. She said, in that intoxicating voice, “I knew something like this would happen between us the first night we met.”

“How?”

“You were intimidated by me, the way most guys are. But you didn’t cower away from me like most dudes do. You wanted to be in my dominant orbit. I could feel that. Now come lie over my knees.”

True to her promise, Cheryl teased me before getting to the spanking. As I lay stomach-side down over her lap and felt turned on by the sensation of my bare skin against the satin on her sexy glitter plants, she stimulated me with her hands. She rubbed my scalp, squeezed on the nape of my neck, dragged her long fingers up and down my back. Then she reached under me and drew lazy, slow circles around my belly, before scratching my public hair with her long, gold-painted nails.

“It’s good to make you want like this first. I know it’s making you think about what you’d like to do to me if you could. But I’ll never let you have that power.”

“What if I work hard on the newsletter and help you get it done on time? Will there be a reward for me?”

“Hmm, we’ll see. I haven’t seen you be good at it yet. Tonight you were bad. I tried to have us get a little done on it, but you were so obsessed with wishing you could fuck me that you couldn’t focus on the work. That’s why I need to spank you now.”

Then she got to it. First, she whacked me with the back of her brush, then she sat that down on used her open hand on me. As she smacked at my naked ass, she gripped my chin firmly with her free hand and she made continuous, sexy-sounding moans. I’d played various roleplay games with different girlfriends over the years, but I’d never been so blatantly dominated by an attractive woman like this before. Being so totally under Cheryl’s power, and having her toy with me, was humiliating but also erotically exciting. 

When she was finally done spanking me, she had me sit up by her side and she took hold of my face again.

“The problem here is you enjoyed that too much. Now I’m afraid you’ll purposely fuck up the newsletter so you can get more of this special attention from me.”

“What if you were to give me a warning spanking a few days ahead of deadline, just to keep me in line, then some kind of reward if we finish on time?”

“Hmm. I like how you think. I knew we’d be a good match for each other in this way. Now get home so you can masturbate while daydreaming about me. I’ll text you a selfie I know you’ll like. You can use that as a visual aid for your little party.”

After I was dressed, she led us into another long tongue kiss at her door. I knew this woman had me completely under her power and I was loving every moment of giving in to her seductive dominance.

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