Page 62 of Just A Little Fling

“What’s your hesitation?”

“I don’t even know how to explain it. I’m not even sure I understand it.”

“I won’t ever do anything you don’t want to happen.”

“Babbo, will you please give me my spanking?”

At my words, Babbo made affirmative noises above me. I laid my head across my folded arms and forced my body to relax with the way my legs dangled off the edge of his lap. When I held myself less rigid, the position became much more comfortable.

“I’m going to give you five spanks today, and we’ll go from there.” He rubbed a few more circles before adding, “I’m gonna give you some warm-up before we get to the actual spanking part, so it won’t be so jarring.”

Babbo started lightly smacking me. There wasn’t any pain at all, but I could feel it through my clothes, and it warmed my bottom. I imagined my skin turning a light shade of pink. After a few seconds, my skin felt warm but not hot, tingly but not prickly.

“What color are you?”

“Green. All green.”

“Sweet Boy, I want you to count your spanks for me. All you have to do is give me the number. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Babbo.”

I knew it was coming and thought I was prepared for it. The heavy side of his hand against my ass made me yelp. What had been pleasantly tingly was a much heavier thud.

“Sunshine, I need you to remember to count.”

“One.”

“Good job, Sweet Boy.” The next couple were in quick succession in different spots around my bottom. Because he moved around, the pain never overwhelmed one location. He offered me words of praise while he did it. Babbo told me how good I looked, how proud he was, and what a good boy I was. The words seeped into my brain easier than when my body was distracted by the pain caused by his hands. By the fourth one, I was straight-up crying and my bottom was on fire. Babbo paused before giving me the final blow.

“Last one, Sweet Boy. I’ve never been more proud of anyone than you right now. Count this last one for me.”

Babbo’s hand crashed down on my ass, and it sent a thunderous wave of release through me. I managed to croak outfivebut then dissolved into a pool of tears. He flipped me over, and I curled into his lap. He pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me. I recognized the pain wasn’t worth all the waterworks, but the feeling of relief infinitely was. My muscles felt heavy and light at the same time. It was all a jumble, but I felt centered and moored. It took me a few minutes, but I managed to steady my breathing and dry my tears.

“Are you all right, sunshine?” The concern in his voice was evident, and it made me feel some kind of way. But whatever that way was, I damn sure wasn’t going to examine it. Not now, and maybe not ever.

“ I… I…think so.” My mind felt so clear, even if I still felt unsteady.

“Good, but we’ll stay here as long as you need.” Babbo made no move to get up, but I knew his schedule. He’d be expected to be in the office soon, and I had a meeting with Gabe for obvious reasons.

“I think I’m all right to get ready for work now.”

“Same time tomorrow?” Babbo asked.

“Same time, same place.”

* * *

Juggling two coffees made it difficult to knock on Gabe’s office door. Luck was on my side because I somehow managed to do it.

“Come in.”

As expected, Gabe sat behind his desk as I fumbled through the door, set a cup on his desk, and sat across from him. There were no visible signs of recrimination or judgment. Unfortunately, I had a vivid recollection of what had happened. In hindsight, I wanted to sink into the ground for having been so colossally unprofessional at work. I would’ve been more worried about being fired if Gabe hadn’t Venmo’d me money with a request to stop and get coffee for both of us. Gabe wouldn’t fire someone after asking them to pick up coffee.

“Before anything, can we just talk about what happened yesterday?” On the way to work, I’d decided to address the incident head-on. Now that I’d done exactly that, I wished I could swallow the words and instead pretend it never happened.

“Absolutely. But before you say your piece, please let me say mine.” I nodded, and he continued, “You don’t owe me a damn thing, not even an explanation. Yes, you had an incident at work, but shit happens. It doesn’t change that you’re my assistant and are damn good at your job. We all have moments and sometimes they can be at incredibly inconvenient times. If it had happened in front of a client, I’d be more concerned, but it didn’t. Rory is worried he somehow triggered you and now you can’t be friends.”

“Oh, absolutely not. Rory didn’t do anything wrong. He just happened to be there when I had my meltdown.”

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