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Corporate gigs can often be the worst my band plays at. Playing music from the 60s and ’70s, we are usually hired by the older management level people for some event … a celebration of some kind, a reward party, holiday party … who consider our repertoire ‘their’ music from a time they fondly remember. Unfortunately, most of the employees are younger, and while they may know or even like some of the songs, many of them they’ve never even heard and therefore don’t appreciate the music as much as their older colleagues. Such was the case at the gig we were playing now.It was a very pleasant Florida Fall evening with the party outside on the grounds of the company we were playing for, celebrating some company goal that had been achieved. Another aspect of corporate gigs we didn’t like was that inevitably, some executive or manager would have us stop playing while they made a speech to their employees addressing whatever the party was about. The only problems with this are that once we start playing, we want to play … not listen to some possibly alcohol-affected manager try to inspire the ranks … and they have a tendency to go on and on … and on … until everyone is just wishing they’d shut up already. This was not the case here, however. There was a speaker … the CEO of the company named Andrea … but she spoke very well with a specific goal in mind and got to the point more quickly than is typical. Sitting at the drums I was directly behind her, and I enjoyed the view of her sexy bottom as she spoke. She was an animated speaker, so she moved around a lot, flaunting that beautiful butt in a way my imagination would have me believe was intended for my specific enjoyment. She finished to raucous applause from the crowd and moved to get off our set but turned to look directly at me … definite eye contact. I didn’t think much about it as we got back to the joy of playing our music.For a four-hour gig, we’d usually take two breaks timed so the last set was only forty minutes or so. One of the last songs in the set prior to our last break was Under The Boardwalk, by The Drifters. This song required percussion instruments rather than drums including bongos, a guiro, and a triangle. As I play electronic drums, I could dial in a drum kit that was all percussion and play the song quite authentically. For our target audience, it’s a crowd favorite, and I enjoy the change in playing style.Apparently, Andrea, the CEO, also liked this song and came to my drums to tell me so just as I was getting up at the break. I hadn’t noticed her standing stage right as we played the song, but my bandmates would later tell me they’d noticed her standing there watching me intently. “I love Under The Boardwalk!” she said calmly but enthusiastically, “and I really liked that you actually played the bongos for it!”We introduced ourselves to each other and then I explained how I managed to do that technically; showing her the Porno 64

drum set’s sound module that had a hundred different sets to choose from.“I really like the bongos! I have some fond memories of bongo playing!” she added, looking at me in a slightly strange way. “Actually, I have a set of bongos!”“Really!? Do you play them?”“No, I just let others play them. Supposedly they’re ‘female’ bongos!? Have you heard of them?” she replied with a playful smile.“I can’t say I have,” I replied simply, wondering where this was going.“Yes, apparently they’re supposed to be played lightly at first, gradually building up to quite vigorous … slapping of the skins?” she added with a questioning tone, but the same smile.“Really? Are the skins made of something special?” I asked suspecting she was having me on with some skillful double entendre.“I suppose so. You’re supposed to keep them covered when they’re not being played and often require some special care afterwards … especially if they’ve been played for a long time or rather hard!” With this, her smile changed to mischievous and was moving her body in a suggestive way. I was beginning to think she was talking about one of my favorite pastimes … spanking!“You know, I may have heard of these!” I said, planning to test my theory. “When played professionally, bongos are often on a stand or a table with other percussion instruments, but I believe these are intended to be played in your lap!?” I added with a questioning tone.“Yes, that’s right!” her face indicating she thought I was catching on.“Yeah, that’s to have them in just the right position to be … struck properly?” This comment had her hands running over her curvy bottom, a signal that I was on the right track. “I understand that if you play them … how did you say, vigorously? … they can be surprisingly loud … noisy almost!?”“Yes, I’m familiar with the … noise you’re referring to!”“… and once played … hard, like that? … they can’t be played softly again! It’s just not the same, is it?”“No, it isn’t. The response is … disappointing,” she quipped running her hands over her bottom again. “Would you like to … play my bongos? You could come to my office after the party and … show me how they’re played?”“Yes, I think we’d both enjoy that, wouldn’t we?”“Mmm, definitely! That’s my office right there on the corner, top floor,” she said pointing. “I’ll tell the security guard to direct you!”“It’ll take me thirty to forty minutes to tear down and pack up my gear. I’ll come up straight after!”“I’ll be waiting!” she said finally as she turned to walk away with her hands on her bottom again.It wasn’t long then till we needed to play again, but I was thinking only of Andrea’s bongos in my lap begging to be played hard … which caused me to play badly on the first song of the set, eliciting an annoyed look from my bandmates. I really enjoy playing in this band, so I straightened up for Konulu Porno the rest of the set, concentrating on the music and not Andrea’s ass.After we played the final song, an encore and thanked our audience for their appreciation, I started packing up my gear, and for once it went quickly and efficiently. We always help each other and don’t leave until all our gear is packed in our cars, so it was almost forty-five minutes before I headed for the building and Andrea’s waiting bottom.The main door was open and the security guard … Tony, his badge said … asked me if I was Mike and directed me to the elevators.“They’re right down the hall to the right. Go to the third floor and turn right exiting the elevator. You’ll see Ms. Parker’s office. It’ll probably be the only one with lights on.”Following his instructions, I found myself in a cubicle farm, just like those I had at my real job, and looking over them I could see an office door open with bright fluorescent lights on, but just as I saw Andrea in the doorway, the bright lights went off, and soft lighting spilled into the hallway instead. I made my way around the cubicles to her door where we just stood facing each other for a moment or two.My attention having been so focused on her ass – and then her face as we talked – I hadn’t really taken note of her overall look and dress. As it was a Saturday night party the employees had all been dressed very casually, as was Andrea, but her casual was more than a bit upscale. She’d been wearing a jacket before that matched the flouncy, colorful skirt she still had on, but the jacket had been discarded somewhere along the way. Her lavender blouse was sheer enough to know she had a lacy, half-cup bra underneath that would have been hidden by the jacket. The simple flats she’d had on her feet before had also been discarded in favor of her now, bare feet.Based on her position and the way she spoke and carried herself, she was probably several? … maybe more? … years younger than me but looked like the difference was much greater. Her face showed some … experience … but was pretty and made up beautifully and subtly. Light brown with a reddish tinge, her hair framed an oval face with green eyes … like my own … a simple nose, and a sensuous mouth with full lips and perfect teeth. Her trim body might be politely described as having ‘a few extra pounds’ but in all the right places. She had small to medium tits that were emphasized nicely by her bra. A shapely waist gave way to that gorgeous, round ass I’d already been lusting after and slender legs. Overall, extremely attractive!“Come in!” she said, closing the door behind me as I entered. “Have a seat!” she added pointing to a sofa. I looked around the office and was surprised to find it decorated in a much less feminine way than I would have expected, with modern furniture in medium-toned woods and wall hangings with Porno İndir landscape photographs. Her desk was large, but more of a table than a desk with a typical high-back executive chair behind it and several armless chairs on the other side. The sofa was in a small grouping including a coffee table, two upholstered chairs, and tables with lamps that provided soft lighting.“Nice office!” I said as I made my way to and sat on the sofa.“I poured some wine. I hope you like red?” she said sitting next to me, but not closely.“My favorite!” I said honestly and took a sip of what I believed was a Cabernet.We engaged in some small talk mainly about what I did at my real job, finding her surprised that I too was an executive with a public company and had an office similar, but not nearly as large as hers. This both surprised and pleased her.“I never would have guessed!” she offered with a friendly smile seeing me now as more of a peer, rather than just a drummer in a rock ‘n roll band.“I love the band and the drums are a great outlet for all the tension of the job, but I do it for fun … not the money!”“Well … speaking of drums … I think we both know you’re not here to play any drums!” she said offering her glass in a toast.“It took me a while to catch on. Your double entendre was … clever!”“I love it! … double entendre! It’s so much fun to say one thing while meaning something entirely different. I do it often … have a reputation for it, actually. I don’t think you took too long to understand, and you gave it back just as cleverly!”“Thank you,” I said accepting the compliment. “So … has Andrea been a naughty girl?”“Sometimes!” she said laughing. “I do like the naughty girl and daddy scenario, but tonight? … I just want to get spanked! … a nice, long … sexy spanking, on my naked bottom!” she added moving closer to me while unbuttoning her blouse. Taking over that task, I quickly opened the remaining buttons and pulled the blouse down over her shoulders fully exposing her pretty bra and much of the tits contained within.“Stand up, young lady,” I instructed and with a button and zipper opened, allowed her skirt to fall to the floor, revealing lacy panties that matched her bra and were tight enough to hint at shapes underneath. I was about to lean in and kiss her mons, but she kneeled instead and started taking my colorful, Hawaiian shirt off. I lay back to allow her to open my pants and lifted when she was ready to pull them off, deftly slipping my shoes and socks off as well, discarding it all in a pile next to the table. Both of us down to only our underwear she sat next to me, but turned towards me, ready to lie in my lap.“So … you NEED a spanking, don’t you?” I asked, reaching for her left arm, ready to pull her over my knee.“Yes! Oh yes, I do really need it! Spank me, Mike! Just … spank me!” she said and let me guide her into position for the spanking she wanted so badly. With her body bent slightly over my right thigh, she folded her arms, resting her head in them, and brought her legs up onto the sofa as well, bent a bit to fit within the sofa’s arms. “Mmm! Ooo, yeah!” she responded to my hands caressing her round cheeks through the sheer fabric of her panties.

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