"Unfasten your shorts and pull them down to your knees."
A short gasp escaped my throat.
"Right here? Right now? In my office?"
"Yes. Right there. Right now. In your office."
"What if someone comes in?"
"Then you should get up and lock your door, shouldn't you?"
"Yes ma'am."
I quickly got up to lock the door and then returned to my chair and my phone call with her.
"It's locked."
"Then do as I asked you to do."
I blushed again.
"Yes ma'am."
I unfastened, unzipped, and pulled the shorts to my knees.
"They're down."
"And what are you wearing under them?” she asked.
"Boxers."
"I want you to pull the boxers down."
I gasped again.
"But ma'am,” I said, lowering my voice as if someone else could hear me,” then I'll be bare from the waist down."
"Yes, I know that, Daniel. Now do as you were told."
"Yes ma'am."
I quickly looked around to make sure no one could see me, then put my thumbs in my waistband and slid the boxers down to meet the shorts. The leather of the chair was cold on my bare skin.
"They're down."
I could feel her smile through the telephone line.
"Do you feel like a naughty boy when you do things like this for me?” she asked.
"Yes ma'am, very naughty."
"Do you know what happens to naughty boys?” she asked.
I could feel the muscles in my body tense up. I knew exactly what she was about to say.
"No ma'am."
"Naughty boys get their bare bottoms spanked,” she said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"They do?"
"Yes, they do."
"But ma'am, I'm a grown man. I'm twenty-five years old. I'm too old for a spanking."
"No, you are not too old,” she clarified.
"May I ask how you would spank me if you were here right now?” I asked.
"If I was there right now,” she said, “I would make you stand up from your seat, I would sit down, I would put you over my knee, and I would give you a long, hard bare bottom spanking just like I did to my sons when they would misbehave."
I felt a tingle go through my body and I swear I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.
"Would you stop if I started to cry?” I asked.
"No, I would not. I wouldn't stop until your bottom was the shade of red that I wanted it to be."
I couldn't resist. I couldn't hold back. I wrapped my fingers around my naked cock. A moan escaped my lips.
"What are you doing there, Daniel?” she asked.
"Please don't be mad,” I whimpered, “but I had to touch myself."
I heard her sigh.
"What am I going to do with you?"
I chuckled.
"Blister my bottom?"
She laughed.
"Among other things."
I stroked as she told me how, after catching one of her sons smoking when he was a young teen, she had made him come to her bedroom and lectured him on the evils of cigarettes. She said it wouldn't have been so bad until he started back talking to her and she began to get madder and madder.