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COCONUT CREAMWhen I was twenty-five, I had a job as the manager of a frozenyogurt store in San Diego. I was often playfully teased by oneof my employees, Michelle, a nineteen year old sprite with a nicefull figure. She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair.I’d joked many times about putting her across my knee, but I wasonly bluffing. It became kind of an inside thing between us.”Watch out for Alex!” She once warned a new female employee.”He’ll take you to the woodshed!”One evening we were closing the store and Michelle was hurryingbecause she was going out with some friends later. In her haste,she spilled a large tub of strawberry yogurt all over the floor.”Damn!” she said. “This is going to take forever to clean up!”Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and were honkingthe horn.”Alex, can you clean this up? If I don’t go now, they’re going toleave without me!”I nodded and grabbed a mop.As she left, Michelle kissed me on the cheek.”You can give me a good spanking tomorrow.” she whispered intomy ear.I’m not sure, but think I actually blushed.Thoughts of slapping that cute little ass filled my head as Ifinished up closing the store. But, by the time I got home andwent to bed, I’d more or less forgotten about it.The next morning, when I showed up for work, I found Michellewaiting for me at the front door of the store.”Are you scheduled for the morning shift?””No.” she said. “But you and I have some unfinished business andI’d like to get to it as soon as possible.”I unlocked the door and Michelle walked to the back of the storewith me right behind. She took a chair from behind the work deskand placed it in the center of the canlı bahis room.”Why don’t you sit right here?” she said.I followed her lead and sat down.Michelle then unbuttoned her pants and wriggled her hips as shepushed those tight denim jeans down to her knees. She pulled upher T-shirt to reveal a powder blue pair of panties that lookedmore like a bikini bottom than underwear. She laid herself acrossmy lap, her fingers and toes just grazing the floor, that lovelypanty-clad ass arched up in anticipation.”This is going to hurt me more than it does you.” I saidquite melodramatically.”Yeah, I can feel your pain.” she said, bumping her hip againstthe hardening bulge in my pants.I laid my left hand firmly on the small of her back as I slowlylifted my right, then brought it down with a firm smack across herleft cheek. Then I gave her right cheek a slap.As I continued gently spanking her, Michelle grunted softly.Each swat brought a slightly louder grunt, but soon she wasrolling her shoulders and wiggling her bottom as if to say:”Mmm! Very nice! What else have you got?”So the next swat was a little harder. The next two were harderyet and with less time between. Now I was really getting into it.Then, just as I was hitting my stride, Michelle interrupted.”Are may panties getting in your way?””You know, I believe they are.” I said as I yanked them down toher knees and started in on her round, bare, snowy-white bottom.Once again I began spanking her slowly, but with gaining speed.One cheek and then the other, then both, then just the right oneuntil it turned pink, so I’d switch back to the left. Before long,Michelle was kicking and fighting bahis siteleri back tears. My hand was a blur.I felt like an artist splashing shades of pink and red onto aperfectly formed canvas. I spanked Michelle until her kickingbecame frenzied and her poor little bottom was nearly scarlet.I gave each cheek one last resounding slap, then let my subjectcatch her breath as I slowly massaged her aching ass.Eventually, Michelle got to her feet, then slowly and carefullypulled her panties and jeans back up. I stood as well and took mynaughty little worker by the ear to a nearby corner. There was afull-length mirror on the door to the bathroom. She looked overher shoulder at her reflection.”My butt’s going to glow in the dark tonight!” she said with atearful laugh as she rubbed her sore, throbbing cheeks.With my hand on the back of her head, I gently guided her nosesnugly into the corner. She gasped a bit as I yanked her pantsand panties back down.”You just stand right here and don’t move until I get back,young lady!”I spent about fifteen minutes getting the store ready to open.Then I went to the freezer and got a bucket of Coconut Creamyogurt and placed it next to the chair. I took a flat wooden spoonfrom the sink and sat down. For a moment I gazed at Michellestanding so obediently in the corner, her hands at her side andher pants and panties pulled down to expose a freshly shellackedback porch.”Now get back over my knee!” I barked.Michelle turned around and quickly shuffled over to my side.Seeing the large wooden spoon in my hand caused her to gulpand whimper a little, but she soon placed herself across my lap.I leaned down, opened the güvenilir bahis bucket of yogurt and stuck the spoon indeep, bringing up a large scoop of frozen Coconut Cream which Ilifted just above her ass. Michelle tensed up in anticipation ofmore “punishment” and then let out a deep sigh of relief andpleasure as I smoothly spread the cold white yogurt across herburning cheeks. She trembled when I slathered on another heapingspoonful of the creamy coolness which melted as it touched herwarm flesh. It dripped into the crack of her ass and down herplump thighs. She moaned deeply as I leaned down and lickedsome up, leaving a swath of crimson across her sweet, slipperypink and white bottom.I won’t go into anymore detail here. Suffice it to say that thestore got opened pretty late that day.Michelle and I worked together for nearly a year after that and Imust have spanked her a hundred times. After a while, she gave upthe pretense of misbehaving and it just became a given that if wewere working together, she was going get spanked at least onceduring the shift.I continued the ritual of cooling down her cheeks with yogurt.We tried every flavor in the store, but Coconut Cream was oursentimental favorite.It was on evenings when we closed together that Michelle reallygot her buns toasted. As soon as the door was locked, we’d scurryto the back to play our little games. Some nights we’d do thestern principal and the naughty schoolgirl and on others I’d bethe jealous husband and she my flirtatious wife.I wound up taking her jeans down so often that one day I suggestedputting a flap on the back for easy access.”No way!” Michelle protested. “Getting my pants pulled down is myfavorite part!” Then she looked up and noticed that the flavor ofthe day was Coconut Cream. “Uh-oh!” she said, unbuckling her belt.”Looks like I’m going to take my dinner break standing up!”THE END

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