My Wife Got Spanked By My New Boss During My Final Interview
. . . and all she wanted was to get spanked even more!
It was an odd request, but with finally making my career switch from a factory to the tech sector, I needed to accept there were going to be a lot of changes, along with odd requests.
Alex said during the call, “We’re a very close family here, so I’d like you to bring your wife to your final interview. I prefer meeting and greeting family members before I consider finalizing your position. I hope that’s ok?”
I had thought I already landed this job, but if meeting Tammy would be the last thing needed, figured it shouldn’t be a problem. “Sure, no problem. See you tomorrow at 9 am.”
No problem at all, as long as it’s not Tammy’s stubborn time. No, not like her time of the month. She has her own little random stubborn time that often pops up at the worst moments. Like meeting my parents, my brother’s wedding, and my Aunt Martha’s funeral. Oh God, I’m fucked!
“No!”
“What do you mean no? We discussed how important this is to my career over dinner. I even paid the up-charge for your honey walnut shrimp! Listen, I really need you by my side for my final interview . . . or I may not get hired!”
“No!”
“Oh my God Tammy! Please! Not today!”
“Not what today?”
“You know what. Your stubborn time bullshit.”
“What stubborn time bullshit Jeff?”
“God! Sometimes I just want to spank your ass.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Please Tammy, my boss wants to meet you as part of my final interview.”
“Me? Why me? . . . OK . . . Fine!”
Tammy finally got dressed, but took her time at every step, causing us to be late. Dammit!
After introductions, I said, “Alex, I’m so sorry about being late. I know how important this final interview is.”
“We’ll discuss that in a minute. Just close the door and come and sit down.”
It was a very odd office with a weird contrast. Tammy and I are in overly large beanbag chairs, facing Alex, who is in his suit, sitting on a blue denim couch. Again, I guess this is just more of the tech sectors very unique and laid-back environments.
“So, why were you late Alex?”
Just as I was about to come up with a believable lie, Tammy jumps in.
“It’s my fault, Alex. I made Jeffery late.”
Alex looks at Tammy and asks, “By accident?”
“No, it was on purpose. I was being a brat.”
“Come here, Tammy.”
Tammy gets up and stands in front of Alex, who is still sitting down.
“Turn sideways Tammy.”
Without fighting, arguing, or being stubborn, she turns ninety degrees. Fuck! How does he have her listening to every instruction?
Alex hard spanks Tammy’s ass right in front of me. {Smack!} “Ouch!”
“Now tell your husband you’re sorry and go and sit down.”
She turns, and says, “I’m very sorry Jeff for making you late.” before quietly sitting back down next to me.
As if nothing just happened, Alex says, “Your office isn’t furnished or painted yet. We’ll be giving you a $10,000 budget to pick your colors, furniture, and decorations.”
I’m speechless as I notice Tammy licking her lips out of the corner of my eye. She comments, “You should go with forest green and contemporary.”
Alex snaps just a little at Tammy, “Was I talking to you? Come here.”
She gets up, walks over to him, turns sideways, and even leans forward a little in anticipation of his firm hand against her tight skirt.
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
“Now sit down and behave Tammy.”
Quietly, she turns with her head down and walks back to her chair while rubbing her ass. I can see she’s fucking smiling! Oh my God! She’s doing this on purpose!
Again, I’m still speechless until Alex asks, “If ten isn’t enough, for someone with your skills, I can approve fifteen, if that would be better?”
Needing to talk, since this is my interview, I reply, “Ten . . . ten is fine.”
“Budget conscious, I like that. Wise choice Jeff, five it is.”
{Bang!} {Crash!} “Oh, I’m sorry.”
Fuck me! No! Tammy knocked one of his collectible 8-Bit video game statues off the table, causing it to smack into the wall and shatter on the floor.
I watched as Alex gives her a series of silent commands that eventually lead to my wife standing sideways between us, bent over to a ninety with her skirt pulled up above her black mesh panties and thigh-high nylons. What the fuck?
He asks Tammy, “Five or ten?”
She replies, “Was it expensive?”
He nods and she says, “Ten.”
“You’ll need to keep count because I’m in the middle of your husband’s interview.”
I don’t remember his hand being this large when I shook it, but maybe it’s the contrast of its size against my wife’s tiny ass?
{Smack!} “One.”
“As far as your company car goes, you can choose the color and model, as long as it’s battery.”
{Smack!} “Two.”
“We have an image to maintain. Did you already have a favorite?”
{Smack!} With an added sexy little gasp, “Three.”
“Um . . . not really. Which would have the smallest long-term effect on our planet?”
{Smack!} “Oh God, Four.”
“Hold on a second Jeff.”
He gives her an extra hard {SMACK!} She gives a pain-filled grunting, “Five!”
“I told you to count, not add commentary Tammy.”
Turning back towards me, “Is she always this much of a brat?”
{Smack!} “Six.”
“Usually worse.”
{Smack!} “Seven.”
“Odd? How have you been punishing her?”
{Smack!} “Eight.”
“Punishing her? . . . Um? . . . I haven’t been punishing her.”
{Smack!} “Nine.”
“Well, that’s the problem, Jeff.”
{Smack!} “Ten.”
I see how bright red Tammy’s ass is, along with seeing her body shaking and randomly twitching.
Alex tells her, “Go stand facing the corner. Don’t touch anything along the way. Leave your skirt tucked into your waistband. Lastly, whatever you do, don’t touch your ass.”
Tammy heads towards the corner as Alex asks, “We understand two weeks is considered the norm, but if we can get you in here sooner, that would be great. I have a temporary office you can use until yours is done.”
I’m trying my hardest to pay attention to what he’s saying, but can’t stop watching Tammy as her hands are moving ever so closer to touching her ass. Please Tammy . . . don’t do it . . .
“On your first day, we’ll need you in here an hour earlier, for orientation and biometrics . . .”
And she’s rubbing her ass! Fuck!
“I’m sorry about this Jeff, hold on again. Tammy! Come!”
She in an almost happy skipping fashion returns to standing in front of him. Turns sideways and bends over.
“Stand up.”
A little confused, she stands up, as does Alex, who rips her blouse open, causing every button to fly. “Turn around.”
She spins around, facing directly toward me with the biggest smile I’ve seen in years shining at me. He roughly pulls her blouse down her arms, before grabbing her skirt on both sides of her zipper. With another rough pull, he tears it apart and tosses it aside.
Tammy is completely decked out in what she calls one of her fuck me outfits, which sadly I haven’t seen since my birthday. He sits back down on the couch and pulls her across his lap before pulling her heels off and tossing them aside.
With her ass facing up, he holds her in place with one hand, while keeping his other, ready to punish hand, in a stationary position around two feet above it.
“Now for lunches, there are always at least four options.”
Her mouth is open as she breathes hard while grabbing onto a pillow. He doesn’t spank her.
“Around half of us go out every day, and you’re welcome to join any time you wish.”
Shaking, she squirms to move her ass just a little bit higher up. He doesn’t spank her.
“We also have a small cafeteria on the second floor, with made-to-order or premade meals.”
Her eyes are looking around as her expression turns to one of frustration. But he still doesn’t spank her.
“Food delivery is always welcomed as long as you tip the drivers an equal amount to the cost of the meal. Again, we have a reputation, and your actions going forward will be part of that.”
Unable to control herself anymore, Tammy pushes her ass as high as she can while letting out a little huff, to express her disapproval. I was hoping Alex didn’t hear it, but he did.
Even though his hand was already two feet above her upturned and begging for it ass, he wound up even further before coming down the hardest and fastest yet!
“YOU!”
{SMACK!}
“DON’T!”
{SMACK!}
“GET!”
{SMACK!}
“TOO!”
{SMACK!}
“DECIDE!”
{SMACK!}
“WHEN!”
{SMACK!}
“YOU!”
{SMACK!}
“GET!”
{SMACK!}
“SPANKED!”
{SMACK!}
Tammy is now fighting to get away as she hugs and bites the pillow hard. Her feet are kicking and trying to stop him, but her battle to avoid the burning pain is futile.
Alex’s voice switches back to calmly discussing the fourth lunch option while continuing his ever-growing more intense attack on my wife’s flesh.
“The”
{SMACK!}
“forth”
{SMACK!}
“option”
{SMACK!}
“is”
{SMACK!}
“still”
{SMACK!}
“my”
{SMACK!}
“favorite.”
{SMACK!}
“The”
{SMACK!}
“good”
{SMACK!}
“old”
{SMACK!}
“brown”
{SMACK!}
“bag.”
{SMACK!}
Pushing hard with both hands, Alex rolls Tammy onto the floor, watery eyes and all. She is gasping and unable to control herself from jamming her hands down the front of her drenched black panties.
She’s finger fucking herself hard with one hand while chasing her swollen clit around with her other. It’s not more than thirty seconds before she’s orgasming hard while lying on her back, just a foot away from Alex’s Silvano Lattanzis.
Alex asks me, “So, which do you prefer Jeff?”
His attention never leaves mine as Tammy shudders into a second and third orgasm. Even her extremely loud squeals and screams with each additional cumming don’t cause him to flinch.
I can feel my phone vibrating, which somehow he must have heard, because he points right at it and says, “If you want to take care of that, I’m good.”
I answer, “If it’s important, they’ll leave a voicemail.”
Alex replies, “I wasn’t talking about your phone.” As he points at my extremely large and very obvious erection, topped off with a pre-cum wet spot.
Again, he leaves me speechless, before getting up, stepping over my wife’s still orgasming and flailing body. He says, just before leaving, “I have a meeting. You two have the room for the next hour. Oh, before I forget, you had the job locked in before this interview. Nice meeting you Tammy.”
With the door closed and locked, Tammy and I go back and forth from the most intense fucking we’ve ever done to more spanking to keep her ass hot and burning. Not only did we take the full hour, but as soon as we stepped into the elevator, Tammy knocked my bag out of my hand and smirks at me. What a fucking brat!
In the past, I used to dread Tammy’s stubborn time. Now, I look forward to it more than I do Christmas. Best career move ever!
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