Spankings: His & Hers

By Jere Haken

When Stephanie needs a little time to herself to decide how to handle her kinky fiancé, she ducks into a bar to consult a glass of wine. The wine isn't talking, but luckily her boss is there to offer up some advice about spanking, sex, and life in general.

Warning: This erotic 7k-word short story contains both M/M and M/F spanking. Features a father/son disciplinary spanking with a belt. Also contains a M/F, over-the-knee erotic spanking and the deflowering of a virgin teen by her dominant boyfriend. All characters are 18+. To be enjoyed by adults only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jere Haken
• Release date: Mar 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301417186

Jere Haken

Jere Haken is a lifelong spanking enthusiast who enjoys stories about bright red bottoms on men and women alike. If the word "spanking" gives you that special tingle, you'll definitely want to check out stories by this author!

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Spankings: His & Hers

Jere Haken

Copyright 2013 Jere Haken

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I didn't want to go home after work, so I stopped at a swanky little bar along the way. It wasn't a place I'd been before. It looked expensive, and I was counting on not running into anyone I knew. A glass of wine or two was just what I needed to take my mind off my fiancé Robert and the argument we'd had the night before.

Sadistic bastard. But hey, I told myself, at least he was springing this stuff on me now and not five years into our marriage.

I got as comfortable as I could on the backless barstool and even let my oppressive heels slip to the floor. My pantyhose were slick against the cold metal rung of the stool. I curled my toes around it and inhaled my second glass of wine.

Rough day?

I started. I knew that voice. That voice belonged to the CEO of my company, Melinda Marcane, the very woman who'd promoted me to department head not two weeks before. I set my wineglass down and attempted to get my shoes back on with some surreptitious foot wiggling.

Ms. Marcane, I said, extending my hand to her. I didn't know you came here.

Call me Melinda, she said, taking a seat beside me and signaling her order to the bartender. She turned to me and smiled. And this is where all the bosses come to unwind. The good ones, anyway.

Oh.

So what's on your mind, Stephanie? she asked. Stress getting to you?

It wasn't the most delicate subject, and I knew she wouldn't really want to know, but I also didn't want her to think I couldn't handle my new position. I sighed.

No, not the job, I said. My fiancé.

Ah, she said. Been there. There are times when my husband makes me crazy.

How long have you and Scott been married? I asked.

Twenty years tomorrow, actually, she said.

Wow. Big plans?

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me for a long moment. I could tell she was wavering on whether or not