"Oh boy Paul, what have we got here?"
"What the hell's going on?"
The sudden commotion in our otherwise tranquil section of the office aroused my attention. I left my desk and headed over to Paul's workstation. Paul started the same day as me and, as we had only been in the job a few weeks, we were still finding our feet.
"What's wrong?" I asked politely
"That's wrong!" pointed Paul at his screen. Gone was his usual screen wallpaper of Bart Simpson. Instead it had been replaced by 'Lesbo Spanking Frenchmaids'.
"Well it's certainly different." I said
"Not quite what I'd expect from our Paul!" said Mike, "I thought you two batted for the same side!"
"We still do!" said Paul, "I haven't a clue how it got here."
"The Phantom Wallpaper Changer strikes again!" I muttered. Somebody had been going around changing wallpapers and screen-savers on PCs, usually to slightly explicit pictures from the Internet.
I was about to change it for Paul, when I heard two familiar and very unwelcome voices. Mr Merrick and our co-ordinator, Phil, were coming through the door. Now if it was just Phil, he wouldn't have cared less about dodgy pics, although if he found the culprit they'd been in for a good talking-to. Mr Merrick though was more severe in his approach, and would regard it as not only an abuse of the Internet, but would not have accepted our Phantom theory. Paul would be in seriously deep _s_h_i_t_ty-poo.
Seeing they were coming towards us, I desperately loaded up the database I worked on, so hiding the wallpaper. Mike headed back to his graphic design packages.
"Busy are we?" asked Mr Merrick
"Yes sir," I replied, "I'm just showing Paul how to navigate the database, should he ever need to."
"Good thinking Neil!" said Phil, "Nothing worse than taking a phone-call for somebody and the information being there if you only knew how to access it.!"
"Most sensible. I like the marketing department to be efficient." said Mr Merrick.
"We try to be." said Paul, not taking his eyes off the screen. I could see his boyish pale skin flushing red as the two managers stood there. After a few more pleasantries, and announcing there would be a project meeting the next morning, they departed, none the wiser.
Paul visibly sagged when they went.
"If I find out who did this I'll give them the thrashing of their lives!" he muttered
"Doesn't sound too bad a punishment!" quipped Mike
(I ought to mention that while Mike was straight, he was not narrow, and indeed had admitted privately to fantasies about ladies in leather, latex and lycra).
"It will be." replied Paul with a smile, "I went to boarding school for a while remember!"
"The only person other than us who has been in here is Greg. He was delivering post when I arrived." said Mike.
"And everybody went out last night the same time....." I said.
"Looks like we'll have to corner Greg and find out." said Paul. "Agreed?"
"Agreed." chorused Mike and me.
It was well into the afternoon before we saw Greg in our department. It was a very quiet day, as quite a few staff were on training, including the rest of our department. This had allowed the three of us to have a very informal lunch, sat around desks and chatting over sandwiches. I have to admit I was enjoying working with two good looking guys like Paul and Mike; the former was fairly tall, slightly cuddly, with dark blond hair and glasses. Mike was shorter, more stocky, and with dark brown curly hair and a wicked smile. As the only two gay men in the office, Paul and I were very good friends now, but not yet intimate friends.
As I had something of a thing for guys in suits, you can imagine I was in wank-heaven with these two, Mike in crisp white shirt and cuff-links, Paul more stylish in lime-green and black trousers....
Greg actually fell right into our hands, by actually coming into the section just before 4:30. He walked almost with a swagger in his stylish three-piece black suit, lilac shirt and tie, and his black hair slicked with gel - a very attractive criminal! The conversation he had with Paul was quite informal until Greg said
"Hey Paul, what's this I hear about you having a thing for Lesbians?"
"Sorry?" said Paul innocently. Unseen by Greg, Mike and I took this as our cue to move nearer to him.
"Yeah, you having girlies on your wallpaper spanking each other!" he laughed
"Somebody else put that on." said Paul, blushing again
"'Course they did mate!" replied Greg
"Not only that, " said Mike, with the tone of a prosecuting lawyer, "But nobody saw what was on Paul's screen except me Paul and Neil, and whoever put it on."
"No, it was there when I came in with the mail this morning." Spluttered Greg
"My screen was off when I arrived." said Paul
"Well it ----"
"And mysteriously, other people have found dodgy things put on their VDUs once you've left." I added. I was hoping this bluff would work.
"Well - I - I -" said Greg, looking between the three of us.
"Well what?" asked Paul, "It was you wasn't it?"
"It was a joke, can't you guys take a joke?"
"Not when it might lose us our jobs!" I replied
"And you're going to lose yours now." Said Mike smugly
"What? No, pleae guys, I'll do anything you say!" gasped Greg, "Just don't tell Phil or Merrick."
"Well then," said Paul, "Come into the Meeting Room Greg."
Mike and I followed Greg and Paul into the small room. It had a round table and six chairs in it, suitable for small departmental meetings. A small unit by a wall held paper, pens and a couple of foot-long rulers. We shut the door behind us, safe in the knowledge that the room was soundproof.
The three of us took off our jackets and stood looking at Greg.
"Well?" he asked, waiting for an explanation
"Take off your jacket please." said Paul. Greg obeyed, bemused by the situation. Mike pulled out one of the chairs in front of Greg.
"Bend over the chair please Greg." asked Paul
"What? No way!" answered the youth, his bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Bend over the chair and be punished by us." I explained, "Or we tell Phil!"
"No, I'm too old to be spanked!"
"You're never too old for a spanking." said Mike "Now be a good boy and bend over."
Reluctantly, Greg bent over the chair. Mike took hold of his upper body to stop him moving. The young, pert ass of our office-boy was there before us, the sensual fabric of his smart black trousers now taut across his butt-cheeks. The lilac tail of his shirt poked out between the bottom of his waistcoat and top of his pants.
"What's it to be Paul?" I asked, "Twelve of the best?"
"For starters yes." answered Paul, who handed me a ruler and kept one himself.
We positioned ourselves either side of Greg and Mike and raised the pieces of wood.
"Alternating strokes Neil. First me, then you."
"Right." I said. Paul brought the ruler down across Paul's ass.
WHACK! "Aarrgh!" yelped Greg. I brought down my ruler across his butt.
WHACK! "AAArgh!" he cried again, and tried to break from Mike's grip.
"Stay still!" I ordered, whacking the lad with my hand - his ass felt warm and welcoming . It would soon get much warmer.
WHACK! - Greg clasped his hands to his behind
"Move your hands or we'll thrash you in the typing pool."
"Please don't...."and he mournfully resumed a position.
"Shut up Greg." said Paul, who struck him again. Greg tried to muffle his cries as we continued with the beating. When we got to twelve we paused. Both Paul and myself had a glow from exertion across our faces. Mike grinned at us.
"You know, I'm not sure he's really benefiting from this punishment."
"Really?" said Paul, "What would you suggest?"
"Take his trousers down!" he answered
"NO!" exclaimed Greg
"An excellent idea." I replied "Shall we proceed Paul?"
"Yes, we shall." he answered with glee.
We put down our rulers and approached Greg's upraised behind. Slipping our hands beneath him, we attacked his flies. The buttons undone at his waist, I dragged the zip down.
"No please, not my trousers...." sobbed Greg
"They're coming down Greg!" said Paul. Loosened we tugged them down his legs.
"Jesus Christ - orange boxer -shorts!" gasped Mike
"Very trendy, but so intranscient!" I said, mindful of my own zany-coloured shorts
"Let's get them down too!" ordered Paul, who took hold of the waistband and stripped them from Greg's ass. Between his naked legs we could see his handsome manhood, a semi-aroused (?) seven or eight inches that was much-envied in the mensroom! Twelve dark pink lines marked the muscular cheeks, clenched nervously against our assault. We both gave it a good feel, and a few playful slaps, before picking up our rulers again.
"Another twelve?" I asked
"Whatever." said Paul, and without ceremony began swishing the ruler once more.
WHACK - how the flesh wobbled as we struck it, and how much more red the lines were. Greg grunted in anguish into Mike's legs.
Anybody who walked in now would be met by the sight of Greg's ass pointing to the sky and roasting nicely.
WHACK - struck him again, once more making my mark. We picked up speed, and Paul seemed to increase style and agility, so the lines soon blurred into two islands of soreness. We reached twelve strokes, but Paul continued, dropping the ruler and using his bare hand, thus inviting me to do so. Perhaps we carried on with the full-handed spanking for a good five minutes.
"It's for your own good." I said to the whimpering lad.
WHACK - WHACK "You're a very, very bad boy!" stated Paul
"A very naughty boy!" said Mike, who had been encouraging us, and admonishing young Greg, since we began our task.
I was amazed. Greg's young behind was now a shiny reddish purple. What was even more amazing was Mike. He'd held onto Greg as firmly as possible, the lad's face, I realised, virtually against his own groin!
"Hit him again, hit him harder," Mike ordered, his voice excited, "Go on Paul, hit him harder! Yeah...."
I was reaching the conclusion that Mike was really rather enjoying this spectacle. And from the bemused glances from Paul, I suspect he was of the same opinion! Mind you, I could tell Paul had gotten hard too, and I had an erection swinging in my shorts as well. Greg's _c_o_c_k_ had risen like a flag to meet his shirt front.....
At last we ceased. Greg moaned and blubbed a little, but no differently from when we were thrashing his ass.
"Your punishment is complete." announced Paul with some solemnity, "Fasten your trousers up, dry your face and go home. And if we catch you messing with our PCs again Greg, you'll get the same from us."
"Or worse." I added.
"I....I won't do it again..... " he said quietly
"You'd better not." I said. "I have an old table-tennis bat at home, and we could put it to good use across your backside."
Greg hastily dressed and left, watched by the three of us.
Mike sighed, and rubbed his crotch. There was something of a tent at the front of his trousers.
"God am I horny!" he exclaimed
"Did you enjoy that Mike?" asked Paul cautiously.
"Too right I did, but....." He blushed
"Yes?" I enquired.
"I want you to spank me now."
Paul and I exchanged mischievous looks and smiled at Mike, who was eyeing us like some over_s_e_x_ed and unsatisfied teenager.
"Bend over then young man." said Paul.
"Yes sir." answered Mike. He bent over the seat, raising the expanse of his behind to us. There was plenty there to use as a target.
"Twelve of the best Paul?" I asked
"Oh at least!" said Paul. He raised his ruler and began caning Mike. Once more we alternated, slapping each cheek, or both as the rulers flew. Mike grunted ecstatically as we punished him, if it could be called punishment.
WHACK - "Ow yeah!!" he cried
WHACK, WHACK - "_s_h_i_t_ keep going!" And this continued until he let out a strangled choke and raised his hand to stop.
"Thanks guys. I've come."
"In your pants?" asked Paul
"In my pants!" laughed Mike, "It'll be a great distraction on the train home." He picked up his jacket, straightened his belt, and with a wink, left the room.
Paul and I picked up our jackets, our job done. I had just fastened mine when he grabbed me in a playful bear-hug.
"Gotcha!" he giggled, and kissed my neck.
"Oh thanks!" I said in surprise. He didn't let go. "I'd rather you didn't have thoughts about spanking me."
"Hell, no Neil." he said, kissing me again - this was getting enjoyable! "I've got a different rod for your bum!"
I then noticed the erection pressing into my behind and smiled back at him.
"I would suggest dinner, but I think we ought to go to my place first. I can always rustle up something to eat afterwards."
"I've got plenty for you to eat mate!" said Paul
From his wicked grin I knew exactly what he meant. This was going to be an interesting evening!