Sondra was grinning as she strolled out of the building.

She felt the tingle of excitement and knew it showed in the two points of her pencil-eraser nipples poking through her silk blouse.  No, she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Why?  She didn’t need one.

The younger businessmen were sitting around the fountain eating their brown bag lunches and dreaming of better positions, salaries, and perks.  Perks like sending your sexy secretary to get your lunch from somewhere else.

These men didn’t have that option yet.  

A dark-haired one, good-looking in a very masculine way was looking her up and down as if he could see past all her clothes.  She gave him an eye and an arched eyebrow.  He just grinned at her and shrugged.

“Were you just undressing me with your eyes?” She asked him with some heat.

He laughed.  He actually laughed at her.  “Honey, with that rack and those legs?  You’re making it way too easy to do so.  I thought that was on purpose.”

Her eyes flashed at him.  “Excuse me?  Are you calling me some kind or slut or whore?”

Again he laughed with a much more jovial tone.  “Babygirl, calm down.  I was just making an observation.”  His smile grew wider.  “Come, sit next to me.”

She stopped just in front of him, crossed her arms, and cocked a hip.  “I’m on my way to pick up my boss’s lunch, thank you very much.  I don’t have time to waste.”

He looked around then up at the tall building.  “And yet you stopped to…what?  Excoriate me for enjoying what you put on full display anyway?” He cocked his head at her like she was crazy.

“Oooo….listen…you.” She pointed at him.  

“Put that finger away, Missy, or you’ll regret it.” He told her in a low tone.

“This finger?” She asked.  “How about if I change it for THIS finger?” She flipped him off.

Fast as a snake striking his hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist.  He pulled and shifted where he was sitting.  Sondra lost her balance immediately and began to fall!

“WAIT!  No. no, no, no, no!!!” She wailed as she could see his intent now, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“I did warn you and you only get once.” He told her as she was dangling over his lap, on her stomach, with her ass high in the air.

SMACK!!

“OWWWww!” She cried out as his big palm spanked her through the thin skirt.

“Oh, Babygirl.  We’re just starting.  Time you learned some manners.” He told her.

She felt his left hand pull up her short hem.  Oh, this couldn’t be happening!  He was going to see…well…everyone was going to see…

“Oh ho…or should I just say Hoe?” He laughed. 

SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Bare assed and nothing on to cover anything?” He asked in amusement.  His hand rested on her burning bottom like he owned it.  “I think you just lost all arguments about not wanting to be seen.”

She squirmed and struggled but his right arm held her down in a vice-like grip!  “No…no….OWWW…noooo…OWWWW….it isn’t….OOOWWIE… like that!” She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as he continued to give her a spanking.  A spanking! In front of God and all these young men!!

He paused, for which she was strangely grateful, “What is it like, Princess?” He asked.  “Quick now.”

“OOWWW…okay…please…okay…it’s…well…” She realized how this was going to sound now but she had to keep talking or he’d resume her spanking.  “It’s Friday, okay?!  I always go with no panties on Fridays.” She whimpered.

His left hand grabbed a throbbing butt cheek and squeezed hard.  “Why?” He asked in that low, commanding tone again.

She felt its tug and knew she was quickly losing any control of her situation.  “Because…because it makes me feel more sexy.” She murmured.

“What?” He smacked her ass four more times in rapid succession.  It was even harder now!

Sondra grit her teeth to keep from letting a sob escape.  He’d paused.

“BECAUSE IT MAKES ME FEEL MORE SEXY!!” She yelled.

There was a small chorus of laughter around her now and, though she couldn’t see them, Sondra knew she had a full audience.  Her face felt so hot and her skin burned, not as much as her butt was but she knew she was turning a dark red color.  

“Please?” She begged.

“Are you begging?” He asked as his hand rested on her lower buttocks now.  He hadn’t done much there…yet.  

Sondra closed her eyes tightly and sighed.  “Yes….Yes, I am…Sir.” She felt it as the title was let loose into the air.

He patted her bottom a little.  “Sir?  Sir, huh?  Is Miss Nice Ass a submissive or wants to be?”  He patted harder.

Sondra hated how her body betrayed her at hearing him say she had a nice ass.  She worked hard for that ass!  She was proud of it and hearing him like it…well…damn it…it felt nice.

“Thank you, Sir…about my ass.  Yes, Sir…I’ll admit…I’m a subby girl.” She felt like a deflated balloon.  It was all out now.  All these men and especially THIS man now knew her secret.

Sondra navigated the world of men quite nicely.  Her own special brand of niceness with submissive undertones to some men she met made her enjoy a bit of wetness and erect nipples a few times each day.  It would different now that so many knew.  She might be subby but…she didn’t do more than one man at a time, thankyewverymuch.

“What a coincidence.” He laughed low and intimately down to her.  “I a dom of a guy.”

She hissed slightly as he squeezed again.  “I kind of have been figuring that out, Sir.” She whimpered.

“Now that we’ve been introduced, I want to try something.” He told her.

She opened her mouth to ask what it was when he began to wallop her sit spots and the top of her thighs with more spanking.  Spanking?!  It was more like a paddling with his hard hand and his strength.

Sondra couldn’t help it anymore.  Tears began to drip down her cheeks and fall to the ground.  She cried softly as he knew well how to properly spank a woman.  As parts of her howled in agony, other parts took notice and began to burn and ache.

The first true sob shook her as she was close to the submission point.  The point she’d lay down her head and show submission to him which would mean he didn’t have to stop until he was finished.  

Maybe it was what he was waiting for?  She didn’t know.  He paused.

“Are you listening?” He asked her.

“Yessss…yyyeeess, Sir?” She whimpered.  All fight was out of her now and she was speaking to him as a respectful, well-spanked subby to her dom.  

“I am going to give you two choices here.  In a second, I’m going to move my fingers to your lovely little cunt cover I can see and confirm you’re wet.  You are now aroused by being spanked by me.” He paused.

She felt herself shiver because she knew what he’d find: he was right!  She knew he was aware of it.  He could probably see it! 

“My…my…choices, Sir?” She asked.

“You can announce and I do mean announce that Sir, Yes, your spanking has made me wet, I beg you to continue! Or I go ahead and check then tease you until they all can hear your moans as I bring you to an orgasm over my knee.” He explained.  “We both know I can, right?”

She softly whimpered in hummed annoyance.  “Yes, Sir.  We do.  I do.” She answered.  She HAD to answer.  It was ingrained in her.

“So…lady’s choice.”  He told her.  “My hand is starting to move.”

He was right…he’d cupped her left ass cheek and was fondling towards her crease.

“Oh…Sir.” She groaned.  

“Quick now, Little Slut.” He told her.

Her pussy clenched at his easy naming of her.  She was a little slut when she felt like this with a dominant man.  She let out a harsh sigh.  “I surrender my choice to you, Sir.  Do what you wish or command me to yell it out.  I will obey.” She felt a weight lift off her.  It, she, the situation was his to control, as it should be.

“Hmm…I think…” His fingers brushed past her anus and down to her slick labia.  He cradled her small, fuzzy mons then began to rub her slit slowly.

A low moan came from her as she obediently raised herself up to give him better access.

“Ahh…you are a little slut for me, aren’t you?” His voice was a sweet whisper to her.

She nodded.  “I am, Sir.  Please…please don’t stop?” She begged him.

“Depends…are you owned currently, little cunt?” He asked.

She wriggled at his degrading terms because she loved them.  “Nooo, Sir.  I haven’t been for a year or so.” She whispered to him, grateful he wasn’t making her shout anymore because she would have.  He was in command.

“Hmm…” Two of his fingers entered her and she gasped and arched even more.  This man knew how to finger a woman, too.  His quick, deep motions had her beginning to bob her hips to help.

Sondra was vaguely aware she was putting on a sex show for the lunchtime audience but…she so didn’t care right now.  She’d dated.  She’d had sex.  She even gave good cock worship to a couple of them but she hadn’t been used like this in forever!

All decorum and restraint was being fucked out of her as she began to moan a little louder now and quietly beg for more, please. More?

He obliged and went faster.  

God!  Sondra was going to orgasm right here in this crowd!  She couldn’t help it.  She didn’t want to stop it.  She knew with every fiber of her being that he’d make her beg dearly for it and she knew she would.

He slowed now and she groaned softly.

“Pleeeeeaaasssee?” She begged without any shame.

“I find, my wicked whore, I don’t wish to share your song of orgasm with the crowd, but we must have a good finish to our performance.” He began to caress her ass like it was his, because it now was.

“What do you wish me to do, Sir?” She asked with all the sweet urging of a good submissive.  It was an open-ended offer the submissive was saying she’d answer with whatever the dom told her.

“I think I’d rather you improvise as we go.  The goal?  For me to take you from here and have my nasty ways with you.  Got it?” He asked and patted her bottom.

Sondra knew more spankings were coming but didn’t worry about it anymore.  It was his ass to do with as he saw fit.  She’d also enjoy it.  “I think I do, Sir.” She purred to him.

Sure enough, the spanking resumed but Sondra could feel it wasn’t quite as hard as before.  She pulled in a deep breath.  “Sir…SIR…SIR!!” She squealed.

“What?” He sounded annoyed.

“Please, Sir…please no more spanking?  I’ve learned my lesson.  You’ve learned what I am…a submissive, a slut…a wicked, wicked whore.  Take me.   Take me from here, please, and I’ll give you the fuck of your lifetime.” She growled softly but loudly enough to be heard.

There was a collective intake of breaths around her so their audience was still there.

“Hmm…you’re that good, Little Sub?” He asked.

“Noooo, I’m even better than that, Sir…for the right…Dom, Sir.  You’ve claimed me, my ass, and my pussy.  Take me somewhere more private and I’ll sing such a song of lust for you?  Please?” She begged and knew her voice sold it well.  She gave more than just one kind of good oral.

“Deal…what is your name, by the way?” He asked as his right arm let her go.

She slowly began to stand and he helped her.  Pulling down her short skirt over her tender bottom, she smiled sweetly at him.  “I’m Sondra, Sir, but you can name whatever you please.”

He stood and took her by her arm.

Looking around, she could see there were about two dozen males and a sprinkling of females who’d stayed for the show.  Sondra flashed them all a small smile then bowed her head submissively.

He led her to the sidewalk and down a block and a half before she spoke again.

“Did I do well, Sir?” She giggled.

“Brilliantly, Sondra, my love.” He smiled warmly at her.  “Such a good girl for me.”

Sondra’s body received its dose of endorphins from his praise.  She’d never get tired of being called his Good Girl.  “Thank you, Sir.”

Sondra had met Timothy online and they’d quickly been attracted to each other’s minds and kinks.  They both loved role-play and he loved showing her off in public.  She was an exhibitionist.  They’d figured out this routine two years ago and played it out one Friday afternoon each month in a different city or different building in the same city.

She ached still from the spanking and her need.  “Will you make me wait long, Sir?” She let her whimper creep into her voice.  Sondra knew it made him hard.

He glanced at her with an evil smile.  “I will when I wish to, as always, my sweet slut.”  

She pouted slightly.

“But…” He continued.  “You know I won’t waste a nicely bruised bottom, don’t you?”

She giggled.  She did know.