Part 1 Betty and I both work for the same firm.Part 1 Betty and I both work for the same firm. She works in another building, so we never really met until the company pic- nic. The heat was almost unbearable, the sun was bearing down and the humidity was high. The volleyball teams were chosen and Betty ended up next to me. After losing the first game, our team went straight to the beer cooler, everyone was dripping sweat. I grabbed two brews, handed one to Betty, and asked her to join me under a tree. We started talking and immediately hit if off. It was so hot that it took three more beers each to cool us down. Pretty soon it was time for another game. Most of the team was half-crocked, and we played even worse then before. A good volley was going on, everyone was scampering around the court. The ball came directly towards me, I raised my arms and prepared to set it up. As the ball touched my hands, Betty ran full force into me, knocking me over. Unfortunately, my glasses fell off and she landed on them, bending the frames and popping the lenses out. Betty was unscathed, and she apologized profusely. We left the game, sat down with a couple of beers, and I tried to fix my glasses to no avail. Since I couldn't drive my car home, Betty offered to drive me home in my car. I accepted. We left immedi- ately. On the way home, Betty apologized again. She said that when she was growing up, this kind of misbehaving earned her a lot of spanking. Then she told me how she received a bare-bottom spanking the first time she came home after drinking. I told her she deserved one for drinking today. She agreed. Maybe it was the beer and the heat, but my normal shyness disappeared and I said I would be glad to administer it. To my surprise she an- swered, "OK, I really deserve it." When we enter my home, I grabbed Betty's arm and escorted her to the edge of the bed. I told her to sit there while I looked for my glasses. She got up and asked where the bathroom was, saying that the five beers were exploding her bladder. I said her lack of self control had gotten her into enough trouble for one day, she would have to learn obedience. I pushed her back on the bed, found my glasses, and returned to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and told Betty to kneel down, placing her bottom over my lap. She obeyed, and then I pulled her shorts down to her ankles. |