Wacky Wednesday

···Jack···

I have a final interview at nine o'clock with a candidate for the position of Director of Recruitment.The job applicant was a woman named Laura Elms.Wes Gravind's report made me feel vaguely that this interview was going through the motions. After all, this afternoon I was going to call Mr. Bernard Wittmeyer to say that he was no longer the recruiting director.

This is the meeting that Joe Feldman mentioned earlier, and I, Feldman, some members of the recruiting department, and Bernard Wittmeyer are all going to be there.At the meeting, I will congratulate Wittmeyer on joining the A&L family.

Just stuff my half-yearly budget report down my throat and choke me to death.

"What's wrong with Wittmeyer?" I asked Wes.At this time, I was leaning back on Amon's ergonomic swivel chair, checking today's schedule with his mobile phone.

10:30, SW2 workshop.

Because I don't know what it is, I skip it for the time being, and then scroll down.

"What do you mean?"

I put the phone aside and touched my fingertips to form a triangle. "What's so good about him? Why do we have to choose him?"

"You raved about his résumé before."

"The resume is just a piece of paper, and he can make himself far better than what he can actually learn."

"Or her," Wes said.

"What?"

"According to the SW2 policy, we should use gender-neutral language." Weiss looked at me in a daze and tilted his head. "You're also hosting a seminar on SW2 this morning, did you forget?"

Leading a workshop on gender-neutral language?What kind of work is this? "You're right. He or she. In this case him. Besides his resume, Wes?"

"Well, I don't know either. I don't know him very well."

"That's what I mean. What do we really know about him?"

"You had a lot of contact with him in the past two days," Weiss said. "You probably know more about him than I do."

I thought uncomfortably of Wittmeyer's hand on Armon's shoulder, and the intimacy of the nickname "Little Mon."

"Do you think he's interested in me?" I asked.

Wes blushed. "I...don't know. You guys are on good terms, but it doesn't look like..."

"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for him to touch my shoulder all the time and call me 'Little Meng'?"

"I don't think so. I don't know."

"I suspect his referees have blown him up." I said, more for myself than for Wes.I was lost in thought, chewing on the barbs on my nails.

"His current boss said a lot of good things. I didn't get in touch with the other two."

"what?"

Wes' expression tensed. "You said it was ok. I left a voicemail with no answer to my calls and got no answer. You said we need to fill the position ASAP and there's no point in calling referrals because they're careful what they say, You can’t get the real situation out of their mouths.”

"I'm going to call two other people," I said.Is there any possibility—the slightest possibility—that I could get my hands on Wittmeyer and influence the final outcome of the hiring?What if one of the introducers said he was late over and over again?What if he watched porn on the company computer?

My eyes fell on Amon's computer monitor.I imagined what it would be like to watch high-definition uncensored porn with this thing.

"Are you late?" Wes asked.

I turned to look at him. "It never hurts to be careful. This is an important position. I want to make sure we hire a man — or woman — who can be trusted."

"I thought you supported Wittmeyer wholeheartedly."

"I may wholeheartedly support his qualifications, but his character is not enough to satisfy."

Wes' eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Seriously, it hurts, Wes."

A smile spread across Wes' mild, open-pored face. "I'm relieved to hear you say that."

"Why? Do you agree with me?"

"We don't want to talk too much, after all you want to hire him. But Carol, Arnold and I think he's a bit..."

"Something?"

"Blag."

"That's right!" I exclaimed. "Yes, bombast, that's the word." I rocked back and forth in my chair triumphantly.Even Amon's subordinates hated Bernard Wittmeyer.

"So you're not going to hire him?" Wes asked.

"I don't know. I might have to interview Ms. Elms before I can make up my mind." I stared at the table with my foot, pushed myself away, and spun around in my chair again.

"Are you all right, Mr. Monterey? You seem a little-"

"It's about the coffee." I shake the empty takeaway coffee cup at him. "Not enough coffee."

"You're such a big cup."

"I might have another shot. Is there coffee in the break?"

"Restroom?"

"Don't we have a rest room?"

"You mean the staff lounge?"

"correct."

"I can refill your drink."

"Thanks, Wes."

He took my cup and left.I put my hands on my legs and feel Amon's strong muscles through the thin fabric of my trousers.Oh my goodness, I love those legs, my ass on this cool little swivel chair, and those two feet on the table.I stroked Amon's hair with my hand, and I also love this head hair.I love this face that I have run my fingers over.I also love this big dick that swells up in my crotch.

It suddenly occurred to me that I should have lost my temper with Amon.I'm curious how he's faring at Wellston Community College -- if he ever gets out of bed.How awesome is it to not have to suffer from my own hangover?I hope what he's going through is tough.I wish Professor Gunn was going back and forth in American Literature class to wake him up.I hope he can't write a blank on the paper.I also hope he smells of Corey Graham body odor all over his nose.

It's just that apart from the smell of body odor, the rest of the things ended up being my own bad luck.So I also hope that Amon will live happily in my body.He probably thought so too.I can guarantee that Amon can handle everything in college with ease.This "soul-swapping day" incident only deepened Amon's belief that I didn't do well in school because I was lazy.

It should only be swapped for one day, right?

I mean, it's impossible for me to stay in my object's body for a lifetime because of the maliciousness from somewhere.

I've seen this kind of body-swapping movie where kids get shrunk.Basically it's done in 24 hours.

Probably?

It was nearly half an hour before Laura Elms came to interview.I continued to worship my flesh that belonged to Amon, holding one bicep in a fit posture, poking my hard pectoral muscle, and gradually sliding my hand to the inside of my left leg.Use the computer in the office to play pornographic movies and watch whoever you like. I already have this giant root that looks like an actor in a love action movie and almost pokes a hole out of my tight work pants.

I stood up.I used the bathroom in this building once, and was reprimanded by Amon for spilling water out of the sink, so I vaguely remember the location of the bathroom.I rushed out of the office and looked for the bathroom.

"Amon?"

A fat woman with spectacular curly bangs approached me and waved a piece of paper at me.

"Hello." I said as I clasped my hands in front of my body.

"I can't remember, did you give me the ten dollars to buy Julia a leaving gift?"

"Yes." Amon was always shocked by my proficiency in lying.I don't mean to most of the time.It's just that when I'm asked a question that I don't understand, or that would get me into trouble if I told the truth, I panic and blurt out a lie.

In this case, I told myself, it wasn't a lie, because Amon had already paid the ten dollars nine times out of ten.Maybe he'd already paid for it before Julia said she was leaving.I sometimes feel like he can peek into the future, find in it what he's going to do in the future, and do it ahead of time.

She shook her head, her curly bangs motionless. "Very well, thank you. Since I put Carol in charge of this form, I've been a little messed up. She's missing a few names."

"You're welcome."

"See you in the afternoon."

See you this afternoon, why? "goodbye."

I rushed to the bathroom.

The bathroom smelled like a clean linen shirt in a field of lilies after a spring rain, and the dark wooden walls were soothing.The toilet seat is made of faux wood.Handwashing instructions with pictures and text are posted on the soap dispenser.

I lowered the toilet lid, pulled my pants down to my thighs, sat down and took hold of my hardened cock.

Okay, maybe it's kind of weird to touch myself like this when my boyfriend's body is occupied by my brain.But what the hell, I have biological needs too.This dick is at my disposal!I pushed the foreskin over the head of the penis - I loved playing with Amon's cock like this when I was inside myself.It feels super cool.I pulled the foreskin off and the glans reappeared.

"Hello." I said to it. "You're mine today. I'll take good care of you." I leaned back and lifted myself up and down.

My favorite sexual fantasies played out in my head: people walking outside the door and Amon fucking me in the office.Amon himself is too disciplined, he absolutely can't do this.

But it's not illegal for me to be obscene, right?

It's actually kind of ridiculous to think of Amon as a conformist, because he has five different kinds of whips in a box in the basement of his house. Scared to death, Amon would sometimes let me pinch him—rope, handcuffs, and an oversized glass dildo that would scare even a black hole.But excluding these petty interests, Amon is a very law-abiding person.He didn't even want to sniff a little coffee grounds from the grocery store case because he thought that would be stealing.

It took me a long time to figure out the difference between the fun stuff we did in furs and whips, and the punishment Amon gave me to make me behave.When we first met, I needed to be disciplined - and it's the same now.

***

Our first night together, the topic of spanking came up.At that time he threatened me to spank my ass, but I was too scared to let him do it.I wasn't sure how serious he was that night - did he really want to hit me because I was mean?Or do you just want to take a few pictures of me for fun?

I have never been spanked.Neither did I when I was a child.My parents were the "just talk about it" type of parent, but it just didn't work that way for me.I always hope that my actions will lead to more exciting consequences.

I've always wanted a spanking.I love watching other people take the initiative.But Amon likes BDSM, and I thought BDSM was all about leather jackets, whips, and scary contraptions that hang people in midair.Those are just a few, Amon said.The part he's interested in is giving a loving lesson to a partner in need of discipline.

admonition?Um……

I asked him to explain it to me, but actually I pretty much got it right then.

I am a bear kid.

Amon knows how to deal with a brat.

Just spank them.Hit kids until their ass hurts, full of remorse; then give them a hug and say you forgive them.

Spanking is real spanking.It will hurt.I won't stop just because I want to.

But being beaten can help me learn to be prudent, to behave properly, and to behave like a dog.

I have neither objection nor excitement about spanking.

So what if, to me, spanking is not only a scary threat, but also a pornographic thing?

Amon promised me that there are many ways to make spanking sexy.Both of us can play some erotic spanking and mix and match some punishing spanking.

We agreed that the first time I got spanked, it would be a very naughty one.But we're going to pretend it's a punitive spanking in the future.

Amon asked me to talk to him as hard as I could.But I can't be as stubborn as I want.I have a rare gift for naysayers and naysayers, but I don't use them until I have to.I stood in his bedroom, terrified and speechless.He took my hand and led me to the bed, and we sat side by side.At this time, I don't know why, but I just kept shaking.I don't feel scared, just confused.

Amon put an arm around me, pulling me closer. "You're a good boy," he said with his lips against my hair.

I relaxed a little.

"The problem is, you're a distraction."

I look at him.He has a toothy grin, a beauty that rivals Tom Cruise's charming grin in Crazy Guys, but is more sinister than him.

Note ①: Risky Business, a movie starring Ah Tang in 1983.

He continued: "Every time I sit down and want to do something, I think of you. Whenever I see you, whether it's in a restaurant, a movie theater or on the street, I want to strip you naked and fuck you. Thinking of— —” He kissed my forehead, “Then—” The kiss fell on the tip of his nose, “I can’t stop.” He gave me a deep kiss, and the tip of his tongue swept across my chin.I felt my "those words" start to harden, and by the time I climbed onto his lap, I was fully erect.

I like being on his lap the most.He was big enough to hold me whole in his arms.I love the smell of his clothes and the feel of my cheek against his chest.We kissed and he put his chin on my head and wrapped his arms around me.I exhale.

I know that sometimes my displays of affection are too unguarded, too horny.I can't help it.I was so insecure on my own that I couldn't resist holding my arms, sweet words, and kisses in my hair.

I don't know Amon very well yet, but I feel like he can be trusted.

He hugged me and shook.If I had that skill, I might be purring like a cat at this point.I felt dazed and dazed, like I was about to fall asleep, and like every nerve in my body joined together to form a jazz choir. "I think you did it on purpose," he said.

I smirk.

"You think it's funny?" He pretended to be fierce. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Uh." I couldn't stop giggling, I could only force myself out.I put my face on his chest and inhaled the laundry detergent and his body odor on his shirt.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson. You need to be punished."

"No—" I said plaintively, but couldn't stop laughing.I want to crawl inside him.His chest was hard and uncomfortable for me to snuggle against.

"Slap your ass and you'll be honest."

"Please," I whispered, knowing it could mean two things: begging him to stop, or begging him to get me on his lap and hit me.I'm not even sure which one I'm talking about.

"It's settled like this, you owe this." He hastily kissed the top of my head and made me stand on the ground.I flew into a rage at being out of his arms, and then felt sad for no reason.He took my hand again and pulled me to his right side.He patted his thigh. "Come on my lap," he said.

I wanted to touch him again, so badly that I did so without hesitation, lying awkwardly on his lap.

He pulled me so that my ass was on his stomach and told me to stay on the bed with my upper body and legs.

It feels weird to have your butt up and your penis against your crotch uncomfortably.But I love the way Amon has his arms around my waist and my heart beats against his legs.

He put a hand on my ass.I tense up, but realize he's just been stroking through the fabric of his pants for a few minutes.He reached into my shirt and stroked my back.I relaxed, and his hand was back on my butt, patting it lightly.

"This is because you keep distracting me." He raised his hand and slapped it.

I buried my head in the coverlet and whimpered, only feeling a little burning pain through my jeans.He has a steady rhythm, alternately hitting both buttocks, and occasionally both together.I writhed on his leg, not trying to escape, but just having a strange urge to move back and forth.

He stopped suddenly and ordered me to stand up.I stood up, hoping in my heart that there would be a follow-up.

"It's time to take this off."

He reached down to the crotch of my pants, unbuttoned them, pulled the zipper, and ripped off my jeans.My cock was against the front of my panties.Amon looked at my face carefully.I looked down and suddenly saw him sitting on the bed in all his clothes and I was standing in front of him with my penis erect and my trousers hanging on my lap, it was very embarrassing.But the shame is very stimulating - I once had sexual fantasies of being looked at and admired, and now it's very close.

Amon pulled me back into his lap.His palm felt very warm through the thin layer of cotton in my underwear, and the warmth melted with the temperature of my buttocks.The sour feeling is almost gone, only the heat remains.He clasped the buttocks alternately, his fingers sinking into the flesh.I made an embarrassing sound that was part whimper and part hum.

He started spanking me again.It was harder this time, maybe it was just that my pants were pulled, so it felt like he was pushing harder.I gritted my teeth to bear the pain, and relaxed a little after getting used to his rhythm. "Good boy." My tension eased a little with my exhalation, and Amon whispered when he saw this.Something between my legs shuddered at his compliment and the word "baby."

He changed the position of the palm drop, and the rhythm changed.I twisted around, not sure if I wanted to avoid it or to meet it.He grabbed my panties and pulled them between my buttocks, scaring me.He slapped the bottom of my exposed buttocks

My head jerked up, twisting and trying to escape his grip.

"Tsk tsk." Amon warned.

"Amon!"

He put my panties back and continued to spank my ass until I was breathing so fast it seemed like I was hyperventilating, then he stopped and rubbed my sore ass through my panties.He touched it like this for a few minutes at a leisurely pace.

Meanwhile, my cock was literally bouncing between his legs.

His thumb brushes the fabric against the back of my balls.I cocked my ass higher and prayed to God that he would let me get off his lap, pull down my pants and put my dick in.

"This one should come off, too," he said, hooking his fingers around the elastic of my panties and lifting me up to remove it.

I eagerly wanted to rub the purge on him.But before I could do it, he gave me a slap in the ass without warning.

Through my bare skin, his slap hurt me to death.I squirmed in agony in protest.But quantity led to qualitative change, and as the pain spread all over my butt, I began to look forward to the next slap, trying to guess where it would land.

That dazed feeling came back.I couldn't stop laughing at the embarrassment of behaving like that while being spanked.My abdominal muscles trembled in Amon's leg.I kicked my legs, turned my face on the sheet, and laughed out of my body.

"Amon—" I said his name slowly, partly pleading and partly because I liked the sound of it being said.

"Huh?" he asked, his tone was very calm, completely different from the force he hit me.

"It hurts." I laughed silly.

He said nothing, focusing on the back of my thigh.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.I spread my legs and let one of his slaps land on the bed, toes scratching the floor.

He stopped, put me back on his lap, and slid his fingers down the inside of my left thigh and up his buttocks, almost brushing my anus.He came again along the other leg.I rubbed his thigh slightly.He scratched the hump of my coccyx, running his fingernails across my limp right buttock.I force myself to keep breathing.

He gave five quick, quick succession of slaps between my buttocks and started touching me again.He touched my balls and the skin behind them teasingly, then ran his thumb along the crotch and rubbed my back hole.

"Damn it," I whispered, and quickly cocked my hips, trying to get his thumbs in.Too bad I wasn't lucky enough.

He slapped me five more times.

I don't know how long he lasted in this pattern of teasing me slowly and then hitting me five times quickly and violently.

By the time he was done, I was moaning and trying to rub between his legs.He said, "Cum for me." That's what I was looking forward to.I rubbed him a few more times on this side, and he slapped me loudly on the other side, and I cum on his overalls.

My body was so soft that I felt like I could sleep for at least two days at a time.But to my shock, he raised his hand and started patting my ass again.

The strength is not heavy.But soon enough, I was breaking down in the fragile aftertaste of orgasm.I grabbed his leg in tears, trying to shake off the sting.He completed a round that ended with two hard slaps on the back of my thighs.

I whimpered as he wiped away the sharp pain with his hands.I wanted to get off his lap, but I couldn't remember how to move.

I also don't need to move myself.Amon picked me up and carried me to the side of the bed.He put me down and crawled into the middle of the bed with me.He rested my head on his chest against the pillow and stroked my back up and down until my crying stopped.

I hugged him, arms tightened.

He let me tighten my arms tightly.

"Amon." I whispered.All I can say is his name.

"You're doing great." His voice came from deep in his throat, and I felt the vibrations as he spoke.

"Tired." I replied emotionally.

"Go to sleep," he said.

He drew circles on my back, which had an incredible hypnotic effect.I fell asleep quickly.

***

If I was just a little horny just now, I'm probably about to explode now.Don't worry about whether it's weird for me to masturbate with Amon's body as an object while I'm in Amon's body.I'm going to let myself go.

With my thumb, I gently fiddled with the folds of the foreskin.The pulse rose from the heart to the throat.My thigh trembled, and I rubbed myself with my hands.

"I'm so sexy." I whispered. "This dick and myself are, too, sexy."

Just as I was pinching my left nipple through my clothes with my free hand, someone knocked on the door.

Hold.

"Wait a minute," I said as I quickened my movements, but the previous momentum was gone.All I can think about now is that there is someone outside the door waiting to come in.Sighing, I get up, put on my pants, flush the toilet, wash my hands, and open the door to face Wes.

"The coffee is on your table."

I nodded, and just to be on the safe side, I used my pinky finger to check whether the zipper on the front crotch was closed. "Thank you, Wes."

I went back to the office, waiting for Laura Elms to arrive, with the pulsation of my penis.