A Massage

Crack!!

Mindy Edwards moans softly in pleasure as the massage therapist's strong palms find the perfect spot between her shoulder blades and push hard. The bikini-clad well-oiled body of the 36-years-old brunette junior executive is stretched on the table in her favourite parlour near her office; being able to take one afternoon a week off is one of the perks on her recently gained position and she does not hesitate to use it. She would need to come back to the office before the end of the working day to pick up her laptop (she did not want to drag it back and forth to the parlour as she walked rather than drove the short distance), but that hardly counts. She was done for the week otherwise.

Despite her age (she cannot be older than 25) the masseuse is absolutely fantastic. Between the warmth, the young woman's hands, the soft music (no other sound can be heard, even though all massage tables are essentially in one big room in the ladies' section of the parlour separated only by screens) and the tiredness from another successful but hard week, Mindy begins to drift off. She booked a long enough session to have a very enjoyable half-nap after all.

The shrill ring of her mobile jerks her wide awake. Mindy scrambles off the table muttering an apology, not believing she managed to forget to put the phone on silent again despite the clear warning to respect the quietness ladies come here to enjoy. By the time she gets her sleepy self down onto the floor and fishes the ringing phone out of her bag, it has gone to voicemail... And do add insult to the doubtlessly forthcoming injury, the voicemail is quickly revealed to be a robocall when Mindy checks it in case it was urgent.

Restraining herself from cursing out loud Mindy returns her phone to her bag and turns to face the masseuse. Predictably, she is not bearing good news. "I'm sorry, Miss Edwards, unfortunately as this happened two weeks ago and you were only given a warning, we really cannot ignore the infraction this time," she says. "Could you please take off your bikini and follow me? You can leave the bag here if you like. Just put your phone on silent now, please". Unfortunately Mindy knows exactly where she is being taken.

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CRACK!!!

Mindy Edwards moans softly in pain as the heavy paddle crashes into her cheeks. She is still on a massage table and the therapist is still working on her shoulders, but unfortunately this is where the similarities end. She is now fully naked. Another person is in the room and he is swinging the positively evil implement against her poor butt. The room itself is different too. One of the walls is clear glass and it opens onto the street. The one across is a mirror. Not only it reflects any parts of her someone outside might miss, it is also one-way. On the other side, naturally, is the gentlemen's part of the parlour. By the sixth stroke Mindy hardly cares, however. She is happy for her cheeks (on which bruises are already forming) to be seen, as long as they need not take more ****. By the time the paddling ends on the tenth stroke, she is bawling her eyes out. She has had hard spankings before, of course... But it has been some time since the last one.

She would have to admit, however, that the massage was still very enjoyable once she could focus on anything but her burning behind. Sure, every inch of her oiled body could be seen (and more than one person stopped to help themselves to a very long good look), but she almost managed to make herself ignore that and relax, even if a nap was out of the question now. The masseuse also very considerately largely skipped her buttocks, only giving them a light and under the circumstances very pleasant rub. When Mindy had to turn onto her back, she even adjusted the table to take most of the weight off the punished parts.

Still, the final piece of bad news awaits the sore-bottomed naked woman when she finally leaves the very public "naughty client" room. "As it was a repeated offence that disturbed other clients, unfortunately we must exercise further punishment, Ms Edwards", the receptionist informs her. "But since you are a regular client, we can offer you a choice. We may move your next six reservations into the punishment suite. Alternatively, we may keep your reservations as they are but hold onto your clothing now. We will courier the clothes at no cost for you before the end of tomorrow, but until you receive them, you are to remain nude to learn the importance of public order."

The naked executive gasps. She really does not know which evil is lesser.