Sauce for the Goose…..


It started slowly at first as things usually do. It was just a normal working relationship; not really a relationship at all in the accepted sense of the word but you know how it is, one thing leads to another and that leads somewhere else and before you know it you’re on a rollercoaster and life starts to get exciting.

I’m a departmental manager for a medium sized comany based in the Midlands. That’s a region in the UK for anybody not native to these shores. What do we do? Well, does it matter? No, it doesn’t, so I’ll preserve our anonymity and keep that a secret. You never know who might be reading this. The other person involved in this, is the manager of another department and someone I deal with on a regular daily basis. I shall call her Alexa because she has since told me that she wishes that was her name and not the one which is actually on her birth certificate; and who am I to stand in the way of a lady’s dreams?

Like most business operations, deadlines are very important and one department often relies heavily on others so that when one encounters difficulties there is almost always a ‘knock on effect’ which causes another to run into difficulties of it’s own. This was where we found orselves a few months ago. Alexa’s staff had experienced problems which had been responsible for a serious delay in the smooth operation of the process which had caused headaches for me and my team; but with a a certain amount of jumping about, we managed between us to pull it all together and no really serious situation resulted. However, after the rest of the staff had gone home, Alexa came over to my office to talk over the day’s events (a ‘debrief’… just love that word) and it was as we relaxed over coffee and, yes, I confess something a little stronger from the bottom drawer of my desk, that the situation started to get a little more interesting.

I considered that the problem could have been avoided if she had organised matters differently with her team and made a few suggestions which she didn’t seem to take too kindly to. In fact she made it quite obvious that she didn’t really agree with anything I’d just said. She drained her coffee cup and poured herself another drink from the ‘bottom drawer bottle’ which in this instance, originated from the northern part of the UK although I usually favour the variant which is produced by those residing on the other side of the Irish Sea and proceded to lecture me on my own management skills right there in my own office.

I let her know in no uncertain terms that I considered her views to be out of place and that if she didn’t concede that she had been in the wrong, she would find herself in a very embarrasing situation. She asked me what I meant by such a statement and I told her that I would put her over my knee and spank her bottom. We’d both had a stressful day and a couple of large single malts, you understand.

Alexa, is quite a large lady and I am not exactly skin and bone myself and she told me that she would like to see me try to carry out my threat. Well, I can never resist a challenge like that, so I came round to her side of the desk and pulling out a spare ‘visitors’ chair with one hand and taking hold of Alexa with the other sat down and hauled her across my lap. She was so surprised rthat she just fell across me without much resistance, initially, that is. She soon made up for it though, kicking out, thrashing about and letting me know exactly what she thought about these developments. It was when she felt her dress being pulled over her back that she made me aware that she considered my parents to have been unmarried!

By this stage I was laughing so much that I could hardly keep her in position, but I forced myself to concentrate and holding her squirming body down with her hands pinned across the small of her back (which had the advantage of keeping her dress and slip in place), took stock of the situation and had a good look at what was in front of me.

I’ve always had a penchant for BBW but until this time had never really thought of Alexa in this way. She was a business colleague; someone I dealt with on a daily basis in our common dealings with and for the company; a sexless personality, but what I saw over my knee was anything but sexless. I took the vision of her body in quickly and then again,slowly, starting at her feet. One foot was still encased in a black high heeled shoe in glossy black, it’s companion lying where it had fallen, on the carpet.