After Hours Discipline

The moment the last customer left, the tension between us snapped like a whip. I locked the restaurant door behind the final patron, my pulse hammering as I watched Lena wipe down the bar. She was my ex, the one who got away two years ago, and tonight she’d shown up as my new hire—curves poured into that tight black skirt, her ass begging for attention. The air smelled of spilled wine and her vanilla perfume, thick enough to choke on.

“Still staring at my ass, Jake?” she called without turning, her voice low and teasing.

I crossed the empty dining room in three strides, heart thudding. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you bent over like that all shift. Some things never change.”

She spun, eyes flashing with that old fire. “Maybe I wanted you to notice. Maybe I missed the way you used to handle me.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Lock the door tighter. We’re not done here.”

Heat flooded my cock instantly. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her close until her tits pressed against my chest. “You remember the rules, Lena? You tease, you pay.”

Her breath hitched, nipples hardening through her blouse. “Then make me pay, you bastard. Right here on the tables.”

I didn’t wait. I spun her around, bent her over the nearest polished oak table, and yanked that skirt up to her waist. No panties—just smooth, tanned skin and the juicy curve of her ass I’d dreamed about for months. My palm cracked across her right cheek with a sharp smack that echoed through the empty restaurant.

“Fuck!” she gasped, arching her back. Her pussy was already glistening between her thighs. “Harder, Jake. I’ve been bad all night.”

Smack. Smack. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, her ass blooming pink under my hand. I rubbed the sting away, then dipped two fingers between her legs, finding her soaked cunt. She moaned loud, pushing back onto my hand.

“You’re dripping, you slut. This pussy missed getting spanked, didn’t it?” I growled, landing another firm swat that made her yelp.

“Yes—oh god, yes. Spank my ass while you finger me. I need it.” Her voice broke into a whimper as I pumped my fingers deeper, curling them against her g-spot. The wet, filthy sounds of her arousal mixed with the steady rhythm of my palm cracking against her firm ass.

I kept her pinned there, alternating hard slaps with slow strokes along her swollen clit. Each smack sent a jolt through her body; her legs trembled, heels scraping the floor. “Count them for me, baby.”

“One… two… fuck, three!” she panted between strikes. By ten her ass glowed red, hot to the touch, and she was grinding desperately against the table edge.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cock strained painfully against my zipper. I freed it, thick and veined, then rubbed the fat head along her dripping slit. “Tell me you want this dick.”

“I want it—please, Jake. Fuck me raw while my ass still stings.”

I slammed into her pussy in one brutal thrust, burying myself balls-deep. She cried out, walls clenching tight around me. The table creaked as I pounded her, my hips slapping against her reddened ass with every stroke. Each impact reignited the burn, making her moan louder.

“Harder! Spank me while you fuck me—don’t stop!”

My hand came down again and again, matching the rhythm of my cock stretching her cunt. Her juices ran down her thighs. I pulled her hair, arching her back so I could reach around and pinch her clit. She shattered fast, first orgasm ripping through her with a guttural scream that bounced off the walls.

“Coming—fuck, I’m coming on your cock!” Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking me.

I didn’t slow. I flipped her onto her back on the table, spread her legs wide, and drove back in. Her tits bounced free as I ripped her blouse open. I sucked one hard nipple while I fucked her deep, then smacked the side of her ass again for good measure.

“Look at me,” I ordered. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted. “This is what you get for showing up in my restaurant looking like a walking wet dream.”

She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as I hit that perfect angle. “Then punish me every night. I’ll bend over every fucking table.”

I felt my balls tighten. Grabbing her hips, I railed her faster, the wet smack of skin on skin obscene in the quiet restaurant. Her second climax hit harder; she squirted around my cock, soaking my pants and the table.

“Shit—Lena!” I roared, pulling out at the last second. Thick ropes of cum painted her reddened tits and belly, some landing on her swollen pussy lips. She reached down, rubbing it into her clit with a satisfied sigh.

We stayed like that, panting, her legs wrapped loosely around me. The scent of sex and her vanilla skin mixed with the faint smell of lemon polish on the tables.

“Missed you,” she whispered, tracing a finger through the mess on her chest. “Missed this.”

I leaned down, kissing her slow and deep. “Good. Because closing time is now our new favorite shift. And that ass is getting spanked every single night until you can’t sit down.”

She grinned against my mouth. “Promise?”

“Count on it.”