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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 2
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 08, 2005 - 11:16 am: | 
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THE ORANGE MEMO
by Alex B.
Stacey Bates was a secretary with a secret.
The secret involved her desk which was
originally placed next to a window on the
sixteenth floor of the Brooks Building.
One day, she had it moved to the other side
of the room. She told her co-workers that she
did this because the view made her dizzy.
But that wasn't the reason. She preferred her
desk there because all she had to do was lean
over and put an ear to the wall in order to
hear everything that was happening in the
office occupied by her boss, Spencer Hayden.
She listened in while company meetings were
taking place, during private conferences
and whenever he was on the phone. She wasn’t
trying to find out anything she didn’t
already know, she just liked the sound of
Mr. Hayden’s firm, authoritative voice.
The lovely Miss Bates had what might be called
a schoolgirl crush on the handsome Mr. Hayden.
She often daydreamed about how his lips might
taste, what he looked like in his pajamas and
where they would spend their honeymoon.
Mr. Hayden, however, showed very few signs of
interest in Miss Bates.
Of course, there was that one time.
A month earlier, Stacie had attended a Christmas
party at the home of the company's owner.
Spencer had been tapped to play Santa Claus
at the event. Midway through the evening, he
entered to much applause through the front door.
Dressed in a heavily padded red suit and
sporting a polyester beard, Spencer hauled
his sack of gifts into the den where a large
easy chair had been placed next to the tree
especially for him.
Stacey stood near the fireplace, sipping
rum-laced eggnogs as she watched her fellow
employees line up to tell Santa what they
wanted for Christmas. Forty minutes and
three drinks later, there was no one left
in line. Stacey realized that, if she was
going to do something, she’d have to do
it right then. So she tossed back one last
gulp of nog and headed directly for the
jolly old elf. Without ceremony, she plopped
herself onto Santa’s lap, wrapped her arms
around his shoulders and planted a sloppy
wet kiss on his cheek.
"Ho ho ho!" Spencer laughed, a bit overcome by
Stacey’s eagerness. "Merry Christmas! Now tell
Santa, have you been a good little girl?"
The young lady pouted a little and leaned over
to whisper into Spencer’s ear.
"No, Santa. I haven’t been a good girl at all.
In fact, I’ve been very bad." As she spoke,
she toyed with a button on Santa’s jacket while
her other hand slipped behind his neck and
flicked at the string that held his beard on.
"You see, I’ve been having these naughty
thoughts about my boss. All day I think about
him calling me into his office and ordering me
to bend over across his desk. When I hesitate,
he slaps my bottom really hard! So I bend over.
He lifts my dress up and pulls my panties down.
Then he slaps my fanny again, this time even
harder. It’s stings likes crazy and it’s so
humiliating, but for some reason I don’t want
him to stop. He smacks my ass cheeks again and
again, harder and harder until I think I can’t
take any more. Then he steps back and starts to
undo his belt."
Spencer cleared his throat and tried to pretend
that Stacey’s whisperings weren’t quite
so intriguing.
"I see... so you want a DVD player. Well, that’s
sounds nice..."
"I know I’ve been a very, very bad, Santa."
Stacey quietly continued. "I’ll bet I only get
a lump of coal in my stocking this Christmas.
In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned
me across your lap and gave me a good spanking
in front of all these people."
Spencer was stunned. Not knowing what to say,
he simply continued staring into Stacey’s eyes.
Before he could reply, someone in the next room
announced that it was time to play charades.
As the guests began filing out of the den,
Stacey hopped off Spencer’s lap and gave his
other cheek a kiss.
"Too bad." she said. "It would have been fun."
Spencer’s eyes were glued to Stacey’s bottom
swaying beneath her skirt as she walked away.
Stacey stopped and turned around.
"Are you coming, Santa?"
"Just about to." Spencer called out as he
attempted to adjust his fuzzy red trousers.
"I think first old Saint Nick needs to splash a
little cold water on his face. Go on without me."
Stacey went into the next room and watched the
others play party games. All the while, she
waited patiently for her boss near a doorway
that was decorated with a sprig of mistletoe.
But he never showed up. When the party ended,
Stacey could only assume that she'd embarrassed
Spencer and that he had simply bolted.
In the weeks that followed, it seemed to
Stacey that Mr. Hayden was going out of his
way to avoid her. He barely acknowledged her
presence as he entered and exited her office
and almost never called her into his. It had
become difficult for her to speak with him
as well. Stacey began to suspect that her
stunt at the Christmas party had created a
permanent state of awkwardness between them.
One day, the last day of January, Stacey found
herself once again with her ear to the wall
outside Spencer’s office. He'd been tapping
away on his keyboard for nearly half an hour.
This was unusual because Spencer normally
preferred to dictate letters and rarely
used his own computer. As she listened in,
she noticed several long pauses before he
began typing again. Eventually the typing
stopped all together.
Spencer suddenly bolted out of his office.
"I'm going out to lunch." he said.
"Oh. Okay." Stacey replied as she watched
him disappear around the corner. She was
mystified by his behavior. He hadn’t even
looked at her as he passed. Stranger still,
he seemed quite flustered. "Was he blushing?"
she thought.
Stacey glanced over at the door to Mr. Hayden’s
office, then stood and walked over to it.
She turned the knob, opened the door and poked
her head inside. There was nothing unusual
to be seen in there- just an empty office.
As she began to close the door, Stacey noticed
what appeared to be a memo crumpled up in
the wastebasket. Spurred on by curiosity,
she walked in, bent down and plucked the piece
of paper from the trash. She unfolded and
pressed it flat against the top of the desk
as she read from it.
To Stacey Bates: 11:45 a.m.
I've been imagining the two of us in my large
leather office chair. You’re sitting in my lap
with an orange in your hands. I take it and
carefully pull the peel away. We rock back and
forth kissing and feeding sections of fruit to
each other. As I lick a few errant drops of
juice from between your breasts, I decide that
the hardening pink buds beneath your brassiere
could do with a good tongue lashing. You agree
and in a moment your blouse and bra are mere
memories. I dip you forward, your silken tresses
nearly brushing the floor as I flick your
swollen nipples with the slick tip of my
attentive tongue, roughly sucking and gently
biting them between licks and kisses.
Then, without warning, I lift you up and bend
you over my left leg. I announce that I’m well
aware of your eavesdropping, that I know you
spend much of your workday with your hot little
ear pressed to the wall, listening in on my
private business. My hand is underneath your
skirt yanking your panties down before you
can catch your breath. A cool gust of air across
your bottom as your skirt flies up is followed
by a sharp hot slap. I spank you soundly until
you begin sobbing, until your legs involuntarily
kick with each swat, until your pale round
cheeks are pink and throbbing. Afterward, I hold
you in place, patting and massaging your tender,
stinging ass. Eventually, you stand up only
to turn and drape yourself across my desk.
Looking over your shoulder at me, you brush
a tear from your face and smile hungrily.
You rise up on the balls of your feet. I watch
mesmerized as your hips begin to sway this way
and that. Charmed by this invitation, I stand
and start to unbuckle my belt.
That's where the memo ended.
When Spencer returned from his lunch break,
he was surprised to see that Stacey was not
at her desk. He entered his office and found
the note he'd thrown away earlier, flattened
out and placed in the middle of his desktop.
On the bottom of it, beneath his words, was
a note in what he immediately recognized as
Stacey's handwriting.
To Spencer Hayden: 1:05 p.m.
I'm not sure where this memo was going, but I
can't wait to find out! I'll be back in a
few minutes. I've gone down to the market
to buy an orange.
THE END |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 102
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 08, 2005 - 12:27 pm: |
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This is a great story, Alex! I love the ending.
Thanks so much for sharing it with us!
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Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 44
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 - 06:07 pm: |
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I absoutely loved this story. Well done Alex!! 
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Smartnnaughty
Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 58
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, May 28, 2005 - 07:31 pm: |
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Now for part 2? I need to hear the "juicy" details, please! |
Bobbi71
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Username: Bobbi71
Post Number: 14
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, August 20, 2005 - 03:03 am: |
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I agree with SNN you just must do a sequel to this story. It was so good, and there wasn't even any spanking in it just implied spanking. |
Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 23
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, August 21, 2005 - 03:18 am: |
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I have never written a second part to anything. In fact,
I've always viewed sequels as cheap knock-offs... a way
of making an extra dime by beating a dead horse.
But i just now remembered that "The Godfather II" and
"The Empire Strikes Back", two of my favorite films,
are both sequels. So I suppose I could give it a go.
Coming soon to a computer near you....
"The Orange Memo 2: Spencer's Revenge!"
Alex B.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx
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Bobbi71
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Username: Bobbi71
Post Number: 15
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 03:01 pm: |
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Great story read it and then reread it again. Awesome job!! |
Hunny
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Username: Hunny
Post Number: 18
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, July 20, 2006 - 09:45 pm: |
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what ever happened to that part 2?
come on Alex pleaseeee post the rest! |
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