Spank Me Hard! … Please?

An adult story about spanking and bad words, read with caution

“Sometimes talking isn’t enough”

Tracy hated her job. She hated her boss, her co-workers and especially the customers! Four years of college down the drain with the recession along with her former boyfriend. He of the ‘I’ll love you forever’ turned into ‘You cashed out your 401k?’ on the way out her front door. Turns out he was only in love with her six-figure salary. The fucker! I’d downsize his cock if it wasn’t so puny already.

“Excuse me?”
“Yes!”
“Having a bad day?”

Tracy took a good look at the client. Armani suit, Italian loafers, Liberty tie, Hermes shirt with gold cufflinks: salt-and-pepper hair, fuck!

“How can I help you?”
“Well. You can put away your novel, sit up straight and pay attention when I speak.”
“Err…”
“You do work here? In customer service?”
“Yes… unfortunately.”
“Laid-off?”
“Yes. The pricks.”
“Language.”
“Sorry. I tend to have a potty mouth at ‘inappropriate times’. So my ex always said.”
“And what did your ex do about your proclivity to use inappropriate language?”
“Nothing. Why would he?”
The handsome man nodded thoughtfully as he gazed at her. “Are you happy here?”
“FUCK no! Oops.”
“Are you single?”
Now Tracy became wary. “Why?”
“Because I have a proposition.”
“OK…”
“I find myself in need of a wife. Rather urgently actually. I’m flying to Hong Kong this evening and, it’s rather complicated, I need to be accompanied by my wife. Having never been married, it presents difficulties.”
“And you want me… to pretend to be your wife? We just met two minutes ago and you want me to up and leave everything to fly to Hong Kong tonight?”
“Yes, in five hours to be precise. Minus the time to get married.”
“Can we do that? I mean, just get married?”
“I have some pull I plan on using. So, is that a yes?”
“Hmmm. I didn’t actually get a proposal.”
“I see. Dear… what is your name? Ah, dear Tracy, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“For real?”
“Yes, for real. I do, however, feel compelled to warn you, I have zero tolerance for cursing from partners, among other things. As my wife, you will be expected to behave with proper decorum at all times, whether in public or private. I will compensate you for the trip, say, a million dollars and a divorce upon our return in a month.”
“Behave! You want me to behave? You’ve got some nerve! What will you do to me? Scold me and send me to bed without supper?”
“No Tracy. For acting the brat, you will be treated like a brat. Hard bare bottom spankings delivered as needed. Other discipline as well, I run a tight ship and demand compliance.”
“Or else?”
“Or else you’ll be sleeping on your stomach often.”
“Well, since you put your proposal so fucking elegantly, yes… what’s your name? Yes Arthur, I will become your dutiful fucking wife and obey your every fucking whim and cock sucking demands.”
“In that case Tracy, before we leave your former place of employment, bend over your desk, drop your slacks and knickers and accept your punishment for cursing.”
“Yes sir! About fucking time!”