Thumbs Up.

“That sounds like an excellent idea”, Alex says, rising from his seat. “I haven’t seen one of those for a spanking accessory since I was a kid”

“They are expensive to run,” you explain, thinking back to post-rulebook memories of your first real job. That experience – gruelling as it was at times – is a big reason why you decided sales and marketing were for you. “and with the implement market being so competitive, they’re rarely worth the investment. But for a unique product like this, competing with knockoffs won’t be an issue, and awareness is everything. When you’re ready” you add, taking the sample case from Lorelei and laying it out as Alex takes position across the room from you.

Alex begins walking in your direction as though he were a pedestrian on the street. Your bottom twitches involuntarily as muscle memory takes over, and you begin a typical pitch for a product like this one.

“Hi!” you trill as Alex enters the proper distance to hear you while still having time to stop. “Would you like to sample Fourtone’s new line of spanking enhancers?”

“Never heard of ‘em. What do they do different?” he asks with a distracted air

“Their formula enhances skin elasticity and sensitivity,” you say, matching his hurried tone to start but quickly slowing down to a conversational speaking voice. “They really make a spanking feel more intense, and also reduce the risk of lasting injury”

“Hold up,” he says, feigning skepticism, “You’re saying each spank hurts more, and I can spank harder?”

“Er… I’m sure you’re very busy…” you joke, and he laughs good humouredly. You see a bit of concern there as well though.

“Must be a tough job,” he says, “How many samples have you given already?”

“You’d be my first today!” you say brightly, and that moment you know you’ve got him.

“Oh, well, in that case,” he says, “Yes, I’d love to try a sample. What have you got?”

“We’ve got a couple infused paddles, panties I can model for you if you’d like… and also the formula itself in a topical cream. Take your pick,” you say and he inspects the products. He doesn't take much time to decide.

“I’m a big fan of old fashioned, over the knee spankings with the palm of the hand. I’ll try the topical cream” he says. A quiver of butterflies announces that your boss and girlfriend are about to watch you take a hand spanking, which tend to be fairly drawn-out affairs. You gulp and nod as he casts around the room.

“Hm. You don’t seem to have any armless chairs,” he points out. Damn these new rules! You think as he looks slightly disappointed. “Does your boss know you’re so ill-prepared?” he teases.

“Um, budget cuts?” you say cheekily, having heard from Lorelei that Alex enjoys it.

He laughs. “Well, it’s not insurmountable,” he jokes, taking one of the tubes of topical cream and planning one foot on a chair. He motions you over.

You remind yourself to breath deeply as you walk over to him, recognising the position he intends. Maintaining position over an elevated knee like that is a nightmare, depending a lot on the spanker holding you in place. It’s made worse by the fact that he’s a fair amount taller than you, making it even more difficult. Fortunately you’re spared the humiliation of having to jump and sprawl across his leg by his hands around your waist. “Up you get,” he says, lifting your waist level with his and laying you across his thigh. You reach down and brace your hands on the floor, acutely aware of how rounded and tempting a target your bottom must be by now. You shift a little to get your balance right, his left hand adding some stability.

“Comfortable?” He asks, his tone friendly as he raises your skirt.

“Yes sir,” you say, though the position feels precarious. Still, it’s certainly as comfortable as you’re going to be for a while. You’re glad your position makes it impossible to see your face as he lowers your panties, causing you to blush furiously. The thought of Diana, watching you being exposed over the lap of a man you barely know but will both be working with in the future, is nearly as unbearable as the prospect of the spanking you’re about to receive.

“So, explain this product to me,” he says as you hear a tube being opened and a dollop of cold kiss each of your cheeks. “How’s it work and what’s it feel like?”

You focus on the feeling of the cool cream being rubbed onto your buttocks and thighs – Alex professionally avoids the cleft of your butt, but you still clamp your thighs together, not wanting to give more of a show to your audience than is professional – you feel… admittedly strange. The roleplay taking you back to your teen years, along with the product’s promise of rejuvenation, has your mind laser-focused on the sensations in your bottom.

“I’m just… more aware of it right now…” you say, realising as you speak that Alex is asking in a professional capacity, wanting to get an outsider’s opinion of the product he’s developed. “I’m very aware of air currents right now” you continue, as his hand continues to smooth the cream across your skin. This can’t be right you think as a heat slowly builds across the area he’s rubbed There shouldn’t be any sensations from just the topical contact, it’s in the prospectus. It must be a placebo, it requires an impact to- “Ooof!” you exclaim as his first blow catches you off guard.

“Yes? And how was that?” he asks, landing another ringing slap on each of your jiggling buttocks before you have time to respond.

“That- that feels pretty intense already” you say, willing your bottom to unclench. The product is definitely taking effect now, no way a placebo could do that. A whimper escapes you as he starts alternately spanking your sit spots, a scarlet fire searing your seat all out of proportion to how hard the spanking itself is. You know it’s on the mild end, but it’s a knowledge that your bottom seems completely uninterested in. It’s like your bases for comparison aren’t relevant, as though you’re feeling this particular spanking in more detail than any other. Your legs involuntarily kick as you have to remind yourself you’re not eighteen any more, you’ve taken many spankings and most of them were in fact harder than this one…

…But your bottom isn’t buying it, the initial heat now spreading into a deep, aching sensation that’s spreading through the entire area of your business partner’s focus. “Still all right? How does that feel?” he asks without breaking his rhythm.

“Yes sir,” you manage, tears coming unbidden to your eyes. “very… detailed. Lot’s going on back there” you add, trying to keep it light.

“Hm, I can see that,” he says with a lightness that seems much less effortful. He suddenly launches a rapid fire against your already throbbing bottom, another squeal escaping you as the spanks blur together, and you experience a few genuine moments of sensory overload. You desperately focus all of your remaining willpower on the task of staying balanced and presenting a proper target for your disciplinarian, although precisely why that matters you wouldn’t have been able to say.

The rapid-fire portion of the spanking takes far too long, even given the weird games your sense of time is insisting on playing. Alex doesn’t seem to so much want to break you as keep you at the edge of your composure for as long as possible, and for all that you’d heard about his lack of familiarity in positions of authority, he’s clearly enjoying the position he has you in now. You’re taking deep, shuddering breaths and tears are flowing freely down your nose by the time his blows slow, and finally stop.

“I think that’s enough for now, he says, his hand coming off your waist to pat the small of your back. You take another moment to center yourself before accepting his help dismounting, sliding backwards off his thigh to land on somewhat shaky legs.

“Ouch!” Alex waves his hand theatrically as you smooth your skirt back down, curiosity overcoming you as you decide against common sense to pull your panties back into place. “You should have warned me that would affect my hand as well – maybe I should spank you again for the oversight!”

There’s a bit of laughter around the room at the ridiculousness of the complaint, but your own is somewhat muted, unsure as you are whether the threat is genuine. “But in all seriousness, that was an excellent presentation – I can see how that sort of thing would increase our name recognition. Please, continue your presentation”

You take a long pull on your water bottle and dab at your eyes with your sleeve a bit before you feel ready to continue.