Office B*tch 5 - The Laps

Alex's ass burned, the reddened skin a throbbing reminder of his self-inflicted punishment. He straightened slowly, legs still spread wide, his erection aching in the open air—harder than before, despite the confusion churning in his mind. Why did the slaps make it worse? He didn't like the sting, didn't want the heat spreading forward like that. But there it was, leaking steadily, his body ignoring every protest.

The bosses shifted in their chairs, no longer content with distance. Elliot stood first, his movements deliberate, tie still loose around his neck. He sat back down, patting his thigh once. "Over here, Alex. Drape yourself across my lap. We're taking this personally now."

Alex's eyes widened. "Across your... no, please—"

"Move," Julian said from his seat, voice flat. The others watched, arms crossed or hands resting on knees, their expressions a mix of amusement and expectation.

Heart hammering, Alex shuffled forward, the floor cool under his bare feet. He lowered himself awkwardly over Elliot's lap, stomach pressing against the firm thighs, ass up, cock trapped between his body and the tailored trousers. The contact was immediate—fabric against his sensitive skin, sending an unwanted spark through him.

Elliot's hand rested on the small of Alex's back, steadying him. "For recruiting you and watching you squander it." The first spank landed—sharp, open-palmed, right on the already tender left cheek.

Alex jolted, a gasp escaping. "Fuck—that hurts." But beneath the pain, his shaft twitched, pressing harder into the trousers.

Another strike, then a third, each one methodical. Between them, Elliot's fingers traced lightly down the curve of Alex's ass, dipping just enough to brush the sensitive skin behind his balls. The tease made Alex squirm, his hips shifting involuntarily, grinding slightly against the lap. "Stop... I don't—why's it feel like that?"

Elliot chuckled low. "Because your body's honest, even if you're not." One more spank, then he pushed Alex up. "Next."

Marcus was waiting, golden hair catching the light as he beckoned. Alex moved on unsteady legs, draping himself over the new lap. The position felt even more intimate, his naked skin against another set of trousers, cock nestling into the warmth.

"For thinking you could play us," Marcus said, hand coming down firm on the right cheek. The slap echoed, building on the existing heat.

Alex bit his lip, stifling a sound. Two more followed, each punctuated by Marcus's fingers exploring—sliding along the cleft, teasing the rim without entering, then grazing his balls. The light touches made his erection throb desperately, and as Alex shifted in confusion, a slick trail of precum dribbled out, soaking into the fabric beneath him.

Marcus paused, glancing down. "Look what you've done. Messy boy." He gripped Alex's hair, yanking his head up slightly. "Get down there and clean it up."

Alex's face burned. "What? No, I didn't mean—it's not my fault—"

The others leaned in, watching. Theo smirked. "Lick it clean. Every drop."

Marcus guided him down, face inches from the damp spot on his trousers. Alex's tongue darted out reluctantly, tasting the salty tang of his own arousal mixed with the faint wool of the fabric. "This is... gross. I don't want to." But he lapped anyway, the act sending fresh waves of humiliation through him, his cock still hard, pulsing against the air now.ere. "Your body's loving this, even if you pretend otherwise."

"It's... betraying me," Alex mumbled between licks, voice muffled. "Leaking like that when I hate it." He finished, the spot damp from his saliva now, cheeks flaming as he was pushed back up.

The ritual continued. Julian next—lean and precise, his spanks lighter but targeted, fingers teasing Alex's inner thighs between them, making his legs quiver. "For the logs we had to dig through because of you."

Alex's denials grew weaker, his body slick with sweat, arousal unrelenting.

Then Theo, whose strikes were playful but hard, hand lingering to pinch the reddened skin. "For sweating like a guilty pup."

By Caleb's lap, the last, Alex was a mess—ass on fire, cock dripping freely. The spanks came with olive-skinned fingers circling his base lightly, teasing without relief. "For thinking you were invisible."

The accumulated touches and strikes left him dazed, body thrumming with conflicted need, mind still reeling in denial.

Elliot's voice cut through as Alex slid off the final lap. "Not done yet. But you're getting the idea."