Just two more

Fortunately your worst fears do not come to pass, but the scanners do buzz twice more before the place of the last envelope in the last pile is confirmed. While you would rather by this point in the day take a break from the rules you have yourself put into place, you would like to think you can cope with four strokes, even with a heavy-looking paddle and even when still sore from the previous spankings.

"Right", the head of the mailroom says, turning to you, as his subordinates start wheeling the carts with the envelopes out, throwing last wishful glances at your naked bodies. "On the table on all fours, up you get". Blushing and trying to ignore the tone of his voice, you obey the command, climbing onto the table and presenting him with a view of your still-red cheeks and the two just-about-visible openings. The next instruction, however, rather catches you by surprise, even though it is not even directed at you.

"Please also get onto the table", he addresses your superior, "... over the young lady. Get your bottom right above hers". For the first time you hear something like a gasp from Ms Stevens but she composes herself quickly enough and climbs onto the table too. She is taller than you, but you are quite certain the difference is nowhere near sufficient for her to take the requested position comfortably, so you lower yourself without being prompted to do so, sliding your knees further apart. The just-about-visible openings become, in fact, very visible in the process, but you cannot do too much about that. Or anything else just now.

On the bright side, Ms Stevens seems to manage to take her place above you without too much trouble. Her limbs are obviously less bent but she can still rest most of her weight comfortably enough. When her nipples brush your back, though, you struggle to suppress a shudder. Moments later, however, your entire back feels the touch of her soft skin as she lowers herself a bit more and settles, both of you now ready for the paddle. The visibility of the opening between your legs becomes a bit more of a concern, however, as between the sensation of being so close to another woman in such a way, the exposure and the imminent spanking leave you near leaking... At least before the pain will return to moderate any inappropriate enjoyment.

The paddle cracks against her bottom first and you feel the woman on top of you gasp into the back of your head as she jerks forward onto you. Your body stops her motion before she has to do that herself, from a position obviously less stable than yours. The paddle strikes again and once again your superior bumps into you, her breasts effectively serving as cushions and softening the bump. She manages not to make a sound through the paddling, although the fourth and final stroke leaves her shaking slightly as she tries to get herself back under control. You can feel every movement of that process, naturally.

It is no surprise for you to feel the paddle press into your cheeks moments later. You brace yourself... And manage to stay in place, but not to prevent yourself from letting an audible moan out. In your defence, you have been spanked more than Ms Stevens previously and now every earlier stroke is crying for attention, their pain renewed and joined by the new **** on your defenceless cheeks. The second stroke is worse and the third is worse still as you are moaning and only prevented from wiggling madly and possibly collapsing onto your side by Ms Stevens' legs. She feels your struggle as you felt hers earlier and tenses her limbs, helping you the only way she can now. The final stroke gets the loudest moan out of you, but you manage not to scream. You do not suppose the view of your orifices is made any more dignified by your cheeks clenching and then relaxing repeatedly, trying to manage the fire burning on them... But you also do not really care at this point.

At the man's announcement that the punishment is over you begin to untangle yourselves, no doubt treating him to a better view still in the process. Clearly enjoying himself, he tells you it was a pleasure to work with you both (while the naked Ms Stevens fixes her hair and you cannot help but give your bottom an embarrassing but necessary rub) and that he hopes to see you in his mailroom again. You thank him for a chance to learn as you supposed you are expected to and leave, both of you heading back to the lift. You enjoyed Ms Stevens' company enormously (the circumstances considered), but as you are going to be parting ways very soon you face a bit of a dilemma. Normally you would know better than to bring up the experience you just shared to a superior and remind her of her humiliation...

... but you are absolutely certain that on your lower back, where her mound touched your skin after she jerked forward under the paddle, there is a wet spot now. Given what she said about being spanked earlier, there may be some very interesting ground to explore with her.