A good way to resolve the Cold War

In an office, after closing time, it was completely empty except for a light shining from a small office next door. That was the accounting office; employees would automatically stay until the end of the month to finish settling accounts before leaving. Now, only a man and a woman remained working there. The man was 23-year-old Zhi Rong, who had only been with the company for a year, and the woman was 33-year-old Yi Wen, a long-time employee. They sat facing each other, both heads down, working. Yi Wen had actually finished her work long ago; the reason she had waited so long was to resolve her cold war with Zhi Rong. She and this young man had been in a cold war for six months. They sat facing each other, yet didn't exchange a single word, as if a layer of ice separated them.

When Zhirong first joined the company, their relationship was actually quite good. Zhirong was a cheerful and humorous young man, while Yiwen was originally serious and conservative. However, after spending more time together, Zhirong's daily jokes and the occasional small gifts he gave to Yiwen's children, along with his affectionate way of calling her "Sister Yiwen," led to misunderstandings about their relationship if it weren't for the ten-year age difference and Yiwen's marriage and two children.

Zhirong's attitude towards Yiwen was somewhat like that of a brother and sister, though he would occasionally take advantage of her mature charm. Although Yiwen was thirty-three, her alluring and mature figure made Zhirong unable to resist making affectionate jokes with this married colleague, such as "I missed you" or "Sister Yiwen, your figure is very tempting." Yiwen was actually quite conservative and disliked such jokes from men, but she could only accept Zhirong's playful and unruly behavior like that of a mischievous child.

Six months ago, Yiwen made a mistake she had never made before. When the supervisor asked about it, she became nervous and blurted out that it was Zhirong who had made the mistake. Unexpectedly, Zhirong was given a demerit for this. This was a huge blow to the young employee who had just joined the company. From then on, Zhi Rong stopped talking to Yi Wen. Although Yi Wen knew it was her fault and wanted to apologize to Zhi Rong, she couldn't bring herself to say it, and the cold war continued until now.

The relationship between Yi Wen and Zhi Rong had deteriorated to the point that everyone in the other offices knew about it. Yi Wen was sure that it was just her and Zhi Rong in the office, so she decided to resolve the matter. "Hey, are you done with your work?" Yi Wen asked softly in a gentle tone. Zhi Rong, as usual, remained unresponsive, like an ice person.

"...I'm sorry, please forgive me, sister." Yi Wen's voice was trembling and tinged with tears. On one hand, she was apologizing to someone, and on the other hand, this was a junior colleague ten years younger than her. She wanted to act cute, but the feeling of humiliation made her unable to hold back her tears.

Zhi Rong coldly raised his head, looking at Yi Wen's beautiful, fair face. Tears welled up in his eyes but wouldn't fall. Actually, Zhi Rong had wanted to forgive Yi Wen for a long time. Men have their magnanimity, but they also have the pettiness of youth. He was just unwilling to let it go. His apology now was no longer enough to resolve the knot in his heart. Suddenly, Zhi Rong thought of something that would embarrass Yi Wen.

"Yiwen... Sister, I can forgive you if you want..."

"Really? Whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want." The thirty-year-old mother asked happily like a little girl. "Let me spank you twenty times, and I'll forgive you." Zhirong looked at Yiwen teasingly. No matter how familiar they were, saying such things to an older woman was already considered taking advantage of her. In the past, when Yiwen taught Zhirong business, if Zhirong made a mistake, Yiwen would say, "You should be spanked." Saying this to Zhirong was also Yiwen's way of establishing her authority. But after getting to know him, Zhirong would always say, "If I'm right, I'll spank you too." At that time, Yiwen would always blush and glare at him.

Unexpectedly, Zhirong seriously said he wanted to spank her. Yiwen stood there silently. "Didn't you just say I'd do whatever you want?" Zhirong was actually just trying to embarrass Yiwen. Spanking was something that was impossible for Yiwen.

"Okay, you can spank me if you want, but you must forget about that matter." Unexpectedly, Yiwen said somewhat resignedly.

Zhi Rong, surprised that Yi Wen agreed, felt awkward. Yi Wen stood up and silently walked to the empty desk next to Zhi Rong, bending slightly and placing her hands on the edge of the desk. "Is this okay?" Yi Wen said shyly.

"Just lie on the desk," Zhi Rong blurted out. His mind was already filled with the idea of spanking a mature woman's buttocks.

Yi Wen awkwardly bent over and lay her upper body on the desk. This position, with her buttocks sticking out, made Yi Wen blush with embarrassment. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands clasped together, nervous about how Zhi Rong would treat her. She could also feel Zhi Rong's primal desires, burning hotly as they injected into her buttocks.

During regular office work, Zhirong would often steal glances at Yiwen's mature and alluring buttocks when she bent over to get something. Now, Yiwen was obediently lying face down on the desk, and he stood behind her, savoring her like a dream...

Yiwen's beautifully curved back stretched out, highlighting her round and smooth buttocks. To avoid showing the lines of her underwear under her tight skirt, Yiwen always wore sheer stockings. Confident in herself, Yiwen always believed that this was the only way to fully showcase her soft, fair skin and the alluring curves of her long legs. With her buttocks taut from bending over, the black tight skirt hugged her beautiful round shape, vaguely revealing the lines of her underwear.

"Ah...no!" Yiwen's tone was shy like a young girl's...

In an instant, Zhirong grabbed Yiwen's tight skirt and lifted it up to her waist. The tight-fitting skirt wasn't easy to pull up. Zhi Rong slowly lifted it, his fingers touching Yi Wen's soft, smooth thighs through the thin, membrane-like stockings. "Please, don't!" The shame of having her skirt pulled up was overwhelming. Usually, she would carefully keep her legs closed to avoid being exposed, but now she couldn't stop herself from experiencing this inescapable shame.

"Sister Yi Wen, when you hit your daughter, don't you take off your pants?"

Yi Wen's skirt was pulled up, revealing her full, snow-white thighs encased in sheer stockings, and her round, smooth buttocks covered by white, close-fitting underwear,

with the slightly raised mons pubis between her buttocks. "Please, don't take off your underwear!" Yi Wen felt as if she had lost the dignity of an elder, as if she had returned to her childhood, to the shyness of playing doctor with the older boy next door when he forcibly removed her underwear to give her an injection.

Hearing Yiwen's girlish, submissive pleas, Zhirong became inexplicably excited. He grabbed the edge of Yiwen's sheer stockings and slowly pulled down her thin, white panties down to her knees, exposing her bare thighs and buttocks. Yiwen's body stiffened, desperately squeezing her long, soft legs together, hoping Zhirong wouldn't see her most shameful parts. A

"slap" sounded as flesh touched flesh. "

Mmm..." A burning palm pressed against Shiqing's bare, snow-white buttocks.

"Slap...slap...slap..."

For a moment, Yiwen's mind seemed to stop working; she didn't know how to resist the invasion from behind. In her blank mind, she could only vividly feel that incredibly hot hand slapping her bare buttocks. After each slap, Zhirong's hand would deliberately linger, his strong fingers sinking completely into the tender flesh. He seized every opportunity to slap her buttocks, squeezing lightly or heavily, as if savoring the flesh and elasticity of her beautiful buttocks.

"Mmm, m,"

Yiwen breathed heavily, biting her lower lip, desperately trying not to cry out. The pain from her buttocks... Thirty-year-old Yiwen, though possessing the full buttocks of a mature woman, had a delicate, baby-like bottom that had never been hit before. The elastic flesh and full buttocks were flushed pink. Zhirong, on the other hand, was being rubbed and pinched on her bare buttocks, forced to display their fullness and elasticity without reservation, and then forcefully squeezed towards the center. Yiwen could only close her eyes and endure the pleasure from her full buttocks and the strange sensation from her lower abdomen.

"Ugh, no... it hurts so much,"

Yiwen finally begged, unable to bear being spanked and played with like this by a man ten years younger than her...The embarrassment and humiliation seemed to paralyze Yiwen's entire body. Perhaps only half a minute had passed since her skirt was lifted, but it felt like an eternity of nightmares to Yiwen.

The next day at work, Zhirong greeted Yiwen warmly as expected, resuming their previous relationship. However, Yiwen couldn't look Zhirong in the eye, constantly remembering the time he had spanked her.

[The End]

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